TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7: PLAYING WITH FIRE

KNOX’S POV

The second I haul her back onto my lap, still naked and trembling from that pathetic excuse for a blowjob, I realize I’m fucked.

Not literally–though that’s coming soon enough.

I’m fucked because I’ve wanted this for months.

Every time Gale dragged her to pack meetings, every time she’d bring coffee into my office wearing those conservative dresses that somehow made me want to rip them off more than if she’d walked in naked.

Every boring dinner, every treaty signing, every moment she stood quietly behind her waste–of–space husband while I imagined bending her over the conference table and showing her what a real alpha feels like.

I’d convinced myself it was just base attraction. The forbidden fruit bullshit. Another man’s wife, off–limits, which only made the fantasy hotter.

But having her here now, bare and willing and looking at me like I’m something more than the monster everyone knows I am? That’s dangerous.

I don’t do commitments. Don’t do feelings. Not since-

I shut that thought down hard. Ancient history. Dead and buried where it belongs.

I spread Ember’s knees with one hand and slide my fingers between her thighs.

She’s still soaking wet from earlier, her p***y greedy and swollen, and when I push two fingers inside she makes this broken little sound that goes straight to my c**k.

“Already wet again,” I say, making sure it sounds like both compliment and accusation.

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