CHAPTER 256: COUNT DOWN
EMBER’S POV
I don’t know why.
It’s childish and ridiculous and completely inappropriate given the emotional weight of the last three hours, but his face is too serious and too beautiful and too close, and my body is full of adrenaline that has nowhere to go and the water is RIGHT THERE.
The splash catches him square in the face. He blinks. Water dripping from his eyelashes. His expression cycling from shock to disbelief to something dangerous.
“Did you just-”
I splash him again.
“Ember.”
“Yes?”
“You are aware that I am a Lycan King and you just threw water in my face.”
“I’m aware. Your face was too dry. I fixed it. You’re welcome.”
His eyes narrow, and the gold flares behind the blue, and I have approximately half a second to register that I’ve made a tactical error before his good arm hooks around my waist and YANKS, and I go under with a shriek that becomes bubbles.
I surface gasping and laughing, and he’s grinning–actually grinning, the rare, full, unguarded version that uses his whole face and makes him look ten years younger and approximately five hundred per cent more lethal because Knox Volkov smiling is a weapon that no woman alive has adequate defences against.
I lunge at him. He catches me. We’re wrestling in chest–deep water, laughing like two people who have forgotten that the world is a serious place.
The physical contact is escalating the way physical contact between two nearly naked people in warm water always escalates.
My thigh sliding against his hip, his hand moving from my waist to somewhere lower, my chest pressing against his and the thin wet fabric of my bra doing nothing, absolutely nothing, to hide what the cold air
and his proximity are doing to my n*****S.
My p***y is already throbbing, slick heat flooding my folds even in the water, my clit pulsing with every
brush of his skin.
His hard c**k is a thick, heavy ridge against my stomach, so fucking big and hot I can feel it twitch and throb like it’s aching to split me open.
My cunt clenches hard around nothing, dripping fresh arousal that mixes with the mineral water and
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makes me want to grind down on him unti! I’m riding that fat c**k right here.
+25 Points
His hand finds my ass and squeezes, and the laughter catches in my throat because the squeeze is not
playful.
It’s possessive, deliberate, the grip of a man who has started wanting, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he owns it, like he’s already imagining spreading me wide and burying himself balls–deep.
The shift from play to hunger happens so fast, it’s like a switch thrown inside both of us simultaneously.
He pulls me against him, and I can feel him through the water – hard, thick, pressing against my stomach, the heavy length of his c**k so rigid and veined I can practically feel the pulse of it against my skin.
The heat that floods between my legs has nothing to do with the hot spring. My p***y is soaked, swollen, aching, my clit begging for friction, my inner walls fluttering like they’re already trying to milk him.
His mouth finds my throat. Teeth grazing the tendon, tongue tracing the line of my pulse, and the sound I make is low and involuntary and bounces off the rocks around us.
“Knox-”
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“Mmm.” The vibration of his voice against my throat travels down my spine and pools between my hips, making my cunt throb harder.
“We’re in a public hot spring.”
“It’s two in the morning. Nobody’s here.”
“Someone could-”
“The only person coming tonight is you.” His mouth moves to my ear, and his voice drops to the rough, filthy register that makes my thighs press together involuntarily. “Multiple times, if I have my way.”
Then he goes still, pulls back just far enough to look at my face.
And the expression on his face is one I recognise – I saw it for the first time in a hotel room at the Summit, the day Simone dressed me in a garter belt and Knox sent the styling team out with a five–minute
warning.
The hunter appears behind the man’s eyes,
“Count down from sixty,” he says.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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