TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6: GOOD GIRL–1

EMBER’S POV

For one hot, hanging second I think he’s going to kiss me right there. But instead, Knox extends his hand. Palm up, waiting.

I take it.

The second our skin touches, electricity shoots up my arm. Not static–something hotter, deeper, like someone lit a fuse inside my bones.

I try to pull back but his grip tightens, and with one brutal yank he hauls me off the couch and straight into his lap.

I crash against his chest, legs tangling awkwardly over the arm of the chair. Before I can even gasp, his mouth crashes onto mine.

This isn’t the desperate fumbling from the bathroom. This is possession. He kisses me like he’s been starving for it all night, like he wants to crawl inside me and claim every breath I

take.

His tongue forces past my lips and I taste whiskey and dominance and something wild that’s purely him.

His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat, and his other hand is already sliding up my thigh, under my skirt.

His palm burns against my bare skin, rough and demanding, and when his fingers graze the inside of my thigh, so close to where I’m already soaking wet, I actually whimper.

I clutch his shirt because if I don’t hold onto something, I’m going to fly apart. I can feel him against me–hard, thick, barely restrained beneath the expensive fabric of his pants.

He breaks the kiss but stays close enough that his breath ghosts over my swollen lips.

“Now that we have an agreement,” he growls, voice pure gravel and sin, “I’m going to show you exactly what you signed up for.”

“Right now?” The words come out breathless and needy, which should embarrass me but

doesn’t.

His fingers dig into my thigh possessively. “Unless you’d prefer to wait until morning.”

“You’re the one making the rules,” I manage.

“That’s right.” His hand slides higher, fingertips barely an inch from where I’m throbbing for

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him. “And rule number one is that when you’re with me, you don’t hesitate. Not in public. Not in private. Not fucking ever.”

He shifts, pinning me tighter against him with one arm, until my entire world narrows to him- his scent, his heat, his voice in my ear making promises that should terrify me.

“In public, you smile. You hold my hand. You wear what I tell you to wear, you go where I tell you to go. You make every single person in that room wish they were me, or they were you.

Understood?”

I nod because words are impossible.

“In private,” Knox continues, his voice dropping to something dark and filthy, “you get on your knees, you spread your legs, and you take my c**k however I want to give it to you. For the next week, you’re mine to use. If you want to back out, now’s your last chance.”

I should back out. Any sane woman would.

Instead, I find my voice. “And if I don’t follow your rules?”

His smile is pure wickedness. “Then I’ll punish you until you beg me to let you obey.”

Heat floods between my legs so fast I’m dizzy with it.

I don’t know what possesses me–maybe it’s the whiskey, maybe it’s the fact that I’m tired of being afraid–but I push back.

“What if I’m terrible at the girlfriend stuff? What if I embarrass you?”

Knox leans in until his nose brushes mine. “I don’t give a fuck if you stumble through every public appearance. I care that when I tell you to do something, you do it. Can you do that, Ember?”

No one’s ever asked me like this before. Like my obedience is something valuable, something worth demanding. Gale only ever wanted me quiet and invisible. Knox wants me present and

willing.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’ll do what you want.”

“Show me.”

He releases my hair and guides me off his lap with hands that are surprisingly gentle despite the command in his voice. My knees hit the plush carpet and I look up at him from between

his spread thighs.

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Knox stares down at me like I’m a feast he’s about to devour. His jaw is set, eyes golden, and the raw hunger on his face makes me clench with anticipation.

“Unbuckle my belt.”

My hands shake but I reach for him anyway, working the leather free and then dragging down his zipper. I’ve never done this before–Gale never wanted my mouth anywhere near him–and suddenly I’m acutely aware of how inexperienced I am.

When I free Knox’s c**k, I freeze.

He’s massive. Thick and long and already leaking at the tip, and the logical part of my brain wonders how the hell this fit inside me earlier because looking at it now feels impossible.

Knox catches my hesitation immediately.

“Back out now and I’ll never let you forget it.” But there’s something in his tone.

I square my shoulders and meet his burning gaze.

“I made a deal. I’m not backing out.”

“Good fucking girl.”

The praise hits me like a drug.

I wrap my hand around him and god, he’s hot and heavy in my palm, already pulsing with need. I lean forward, take the head into my mouth, and immediately realize I have no idea

what I’m doing.

I lick experimentally, then suck, and it feels clumsy and awkward. Knox groans anyway, a sound that goes straight to my core.

Then he starts to thrust, holding my head steady while he fucks into my mouth with increasing urgency. It gets messy fast–spit and pre–cum dripping down my chin, tears streaming from the effort–but I don’t stop.

It’s too much. I choke, coughing, trying to swallow it all but some spills out anyway. Messy and raw and so intensely intimate it makes my p***y clench with need.

The command makes my stomach flip. Years of Gale’s criticism flood back–too soft, too curvy, not toned enough–and I hesitate.

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