TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 349

CHAPTER 276, SUCH A SNORER

CHAPTER 276: SUCH A SNORER

EMBER’S POV

He carries me up the wide dark stairs, away from the line and the happy crying and the cousin with the frozen smile, into a part of the house that feels different the second we cross into it/

Older. More majestic.

He carries me over the threshold of the big double doors at the end of the hall, and finally sets me down on my feet just inside the doorway.

His hand

Then

It

ger on my waist for a second, his mind already somewhere past talking.

look at the room, and my brain flat lines for real.

an the entire apartment Gale and I lived in.

a country. A bed you could lose a family in, a wall of black windows with the stacked up behind the glass, a low fire already going in a fireplace big enough to stand erywhere that soft expensive dark that doesn’t show off how much it cost because it have to.

is your room,” I say.

ur room.”

Knox, this is your room.” I turn in a slow circle. “I had a whole apartment smaller than your bed. Where do you even- is that a second fireplace? In the bathroom? Who has a fireplace in the bathroom?”

“People who get cold in the bath.” He’s started shrugging out of his coat, watching me with open

enjoyment, leaning on one of the bedposts like he has nowhere in the world to be. “You’re allowed

to like it, you know. You’re allowed to like nice things. Nobody’s going to take it back.”

“I’m just saying.” I cross to the windows, then think better of standing in front of all that dark glass and turn around. “This place is huge. You’ve got, what, forty bedrooms? I could take my own.”

He goes very still.

“You could what?”

“My own room.” I shrug, fighting the grin. “A girl likes her space. Plus, you definitely snore. You’re don’t sound like a freight train. And the bed’s so big, I’d never

built like a be

even find

ly, if you think about-

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I don’t get to finish, because he crosses the room in about two steps and has me up against the bedpost with his hands braced either side of my head, caging me without touching me, close enough that I have to tip my chin up to hold his eyes.

“Try it,” he murmurs, his voice a gravelly, vibrating threat that pools heavy and hot right between my thighs.

He crowds me so thoroughly I can feel exactly how much he wants me pressing against my stomach.

“Try sleeping anywhere else. I will hunt you down, drag you back here, and fuck you into this mattress until you can’t remember where the other rooms are. Every. Single. Night.” His hand slides up my neck, his grip possessive and warm, his thumb stroking over my frantic pulse as his nose drags slowly along my jawline, inhaling me like he’s starving for it. “You are never sleeping in a bed I’m not in again. That ended in a bathroom on a plane, and it is not reopening. Are we clear?”

“You’re so dramatic,” I breathe.

“Obsessive. Suffocating. Shoe-hoarding. I told you on the tarmac.” His mouth is almost on mine now. “No refunds. The exit doors are sealed.”

“I was promised I wasn’t allowed to jump off the plane. We’ve landed. New terms.”

“Same terms. Worse, actually. Now there’s a house, and the house likes you.” His eyes flick, just for

a second, to the warm floor and back, before darkening into something entirely predatory as they drag back up to my face. He reaches down, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of my throat as he catches the zipper of my coat. “Come on. You smell like Alaska.” He pulls the zipper down, the heat of his gaze burning me from the inside. “Let me strip it all off you. Let me get you clean.”

“I can shower by myself, you know. Done it for years. Got a system and everything.”

“I know you can.” His hands slide under my coat, gripping my hips and pulling me off the post to mould me flush against him.

He walks backwards toward the bathroom, dragging me with him.

“I’m not asking because you can’t. I’m asking because it’s been too many hours, I haven’t had my bare hands on your bare skin, and I am losing my fucking mind.” He pushes the bathroom door open with his shoulder, pulling us into the heat of the room. “I want to wash my woman’s hair in peace before the world remembers where we live.”

He leans down, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, his voice dropping into a sexy whisper. “Indulge me, baby. I had a hard week. I found out my wife will risk her life for a man who barely raised her, and I need to touch every single inch of you until I’ve recovered.”

CHAPTER 276 SUCH A SNORER

“He’s still my father.”

“He’s a drunk who abandoned you, but the goddess bless your gorgeous heart.” He starts the water, steam rolling up off it almost at once.

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