TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 424

CHAPTER 349 UNCUFF ME BARY

CHAPTER 349: UNCUFF ME, BABY

EMBER’S POV

For a moment, he just stares at me, chest rising and falling. Then, slowly, a wicked glint catches in

his eyes as he whispers,

“You’re going to regret teasing me like this, darling. I promise you that much.”

The words send a dark thrill through me.

1 smile wider and slide my hands down his chest, but I don’t move lower yet. Instead, I sit back on my heels and laugh out loud.

“Promises, promises, Your Majesty.”

He tests the cuffs again.

!

I watch him test it-the reflexive flex of those massive shoulders, the hard pull, the dark frown that forms when the metal actually holds. I stay exactly where I am, straddling his hips, and let him process the reality of the situation.

I intend to savour every second of this.

“Ember.” His voice is low, rough, still half in the haze of the herb. He gives the cuffs one more pull, harder this time. “These are reinforced.”

“They are.” I trail one finger down the centre of his bare chest, unhurried, and feel the muscle jump under my touch. “Silver-lined, actually. And reinforced with multiple layers. Turns out a lycan can’t just snap out of them.” I tilt my head, sweet as anything. “I did my research.”

Something dark flickers across his face. He pulls again, testing the strength of the headboard itself this time. The wood groans but holds.

“When I get out of these,” he says slowly, voice low and dangerous, “you are going to be in so much fucking trouble, darling.”

A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I smile wider and lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest.

“Oh?” I murmur. “Is that a threat, Your Majesty?”

“It’s a promise.” His eyes burn into mine. “I’m going to flip you over, pin you down, and fuck you until you can’t fucking breathe. And then I’m going to do it again. And again. Until you’re begging me to stop – and I won’t.”

CHAPTER 349 UNCUFF ME, BABY

I laugh softly, the sound light and teasing even as heat pools low in my belly.

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“Big words for a man who’s currently chained to his own bed,” I say, dragging my nails lightly down his stomach. “You’re not getting out of these anytime soon, Knox. I made sure of it.”

He pulls again, harder. The headboard creaks louder. For a second, I almost think the wood might give – but it doesn’t. The silver threading does its job.

“I can’t believe you fucking planned this,” he says again, voice rough with frustration and something

hotter.

“Down to the last detail.” I lean forward until my mouth is right by his ear. “The dress. The herb. the dance. Every single step. I walked you across that room like a lamb to slaughter, and you followed so sweetly because you thought you were still the one in control.” I pull back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You weren’t. You haven’t been all night.”

His pupils are blown wide, gold molten around the grey. Under the hunger, I see pride-sharp and helpless-because I did exactly what he spent days trying to teach me. Found the weakness. Used it. Fought dirty.

“You made your point, Ember. Now stop all this. Let me touch you.”

“No,” I say it lightly, sweetly, and watch the frustration flash across his face. “That’s the whole point, isn’t it? You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to take over. You don’t get to do the thing you always do decide you’re in charge and everyone just lets you.” I drag my nails back up his chest, slowly.” Tonight you lie there. And you let me. And you learn what it’s like to want something you can’t just reach out and seize.”

“That’s cruel.”

“That’s balance.” I lean down until my mouth is a breath from his. “I’m going to take my time. I’m going to make you ask. And I’m not going to be quick about any of it.” I brush my lips against his, barely there. “The herb’s going to make that very hard for you. That’s rather the point.”

I can feel how badly the herb is affecting him now. His skin is hot under my hands. His c**k is rock hard under me. Every time I shift, he makes this low, frustrated sound in his throat.

“You’re shaking,” he observes, voice low and knowing. “The herb. It’s got you too, doesn’t it, baby? You’re holding on by a thread.”

“I’m holding on just fine.”

“You’re not.” His voice drops, rough and dark. “You want to draw this out, but you want me just as bad as I want you, and it’s killing you to go slow. I can see it. Uncuff me, Ember.” His eyes hold mine. “Uncuff me, and I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll make you feel so much better, baby.”