TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 350

CHAPTER 217 KNOX WORSHIPS

CHAPTER 277: KNOX WORSHIPS

EMBER’S POV

Something moved across his face.

“Ember.”

“She’s got days, Knox. I’m sure you know this already. Days! And I have a thing inside me that pulled my father back from the dead. I’m not going to sit on it and let her die in a clean little/hospital room while I learn how to set a dinner table. I won’t.”

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“You nearly didn’t come back from it.” His voice drops flat, going the way it had on the runway. Maurice. Sapphire took you completely – you were gone, Ember. Your eyes, your face, everything

The house was coming apart around us and I couldn’t reach you and I have never in my life been

that afraid of anything. I burned my hand’s getting to you. I pulled you back through something I

don’t even have a name for, and I still don’t know what would have happened if it hadn’t worked.

And now, you want to do that again. On purpose. For someone who isn’t even-”

“For my friend.” My eyes are stinging. “For the woman who took my hand in a hospital and made me eat ice cream and told me I deserved to be happy, when she had every reason in the world to

hate me. That friend. Yeah. On purpose.”

“And if it kills you this time?” He isn’t shouting. That is the worst of it. He’s gone so quiet I have to lean in to catch it. “What then? You save Rayana, and I bury you, and I’m supposed to call that a fair trade? I’m supposed to thank you?”

“I’m not asking you to thank me-”

“You’re asking me to watch.” His forehead drops against mine, his eyes closing, and I feel the fight go out of him all at once, just drain right out, leaving something under that is so tired it scares me more than the anger would have. “Don’t. Not tonight. I am begging you, Ember, I will get on the floor and beg you, just not tonight. We are not solving this in a bathroom at midnight with both of us running on fumes. I don’t want to fight with you. We just got home. We have a maybe-alive monster and a dying woman and your father in a coma and a whole kingdom that wants a piece of you, and I cannot, I cannot add fighting with you to that list tonight.”

The steam wraps around us. His thumbs move on my jaw, slow, pleading.

“Let me just have you tonight,” he says. “One night. The world can have us in the morning. Please.” And what am I supposed to do with that? What do you do when a man who has never asked anyone for anything in his life puts his forehead against yours and says please twice?

CHAPTER 277 KNOX WORSHIPS

“Okay,” I whisper. “Tonight.”

“Thank you.” He breathes it like it actually costs him something. “Thank you.”

“This isn’t me agreeing about Rayana.”

“I know.”

“We’re fighting about it tomorrow. Properly. I’m going to win.”

“I know that too.” The ghost of the grin comes back. “Get in the water before Marjorie sends a search party.”

And he does wash my hair, in the end.

Big, careful hands work the soap into my scalp, slow and thorough, the hot water pouring over both of us while the fire throws flickering gold across the black glass.

It feels so tender it almost hurts. But somewhere in the middle of it the talking stops. The other thing takes over.

I feel the heavy, trembling exhale of a man who has held his breath for days break warm against

my wet skin.

He turns me gently, pressing my back flush to the warm marble. His mouth finds the curve of my neck, open and hot, kissing my racing pulse like he needs to taste that I’m still alive.

He stays gentle right up until he drops to his knees in the water.

Knox worships me.

Those large hands glide up the slick skin of my thighs, gripping my hips and pulling me forward until my back arches against the tile.

His mouth finds my centre like he’s been starving for it.

He devours in a single breath. That first long, slow drag of his tongue through my slick folds has my knees threatening to buckle.

He licks me open with deep, torturing strokes, tongue flat and hot, gathering every drop of me before he focuses on my clit-circling it with firm, perfect pressure, flicking the sensitive bud until my hips jerk forward on their own.

Then he seals his lips around it and sucks, slow and deep, the filthy wet sound of it mixing with the running water. A low, rough growl vibrates straight through my core, and I feel it everywhere.

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