TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 327

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.”

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