เข้าสู่ระบบEMBER’S POVHe pushes into me slowly at first — torturously slow — letting me feel every thick, veined inch stretching my cunt open, the brutal stretch burning so good it makes my mouth fall open against his neck in a silent scream.The water changes everything: resistance, drag, that slick, heated friction that makes every millimetre feel like he’s splitting me in half.By the time he’s fully seated, balls-deep, I’m so full I swear I can feel him in my throat, his massive cock bottoming out against my cervix, stretching my walls to their limit, my pussy fluttering and creaming wildly around the invasion like it’s trying to suck him even deeper.“Fuck, Ember.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, and the raw, wrecked quality of his voice when he’s inside me — the way my name sounds in his mouth when he’s buried to the hilt and trying not to lose himself immediately — is a sound I will never get tired of hearing. “You feel like everything. Like coming home and losing my mind at the same
EMBER’S POVHis mouth seals over me and he sucks and his fingers curl and his tongue flattens and strokes in one continuous, devastating motion.And I come so hard my vision goes white, and my hands twist in his hair and my back arches off the rock and the sound that comes out of me echoes off every surface within a hundred metres and scares something in the treeline that crashes away through the undergrowth.My cunt clamps down on his fingers in violent, rhythmic spasms, gushing hot cream all over his hand and tongue in powerful, squirting waves as wave after wave rips through me, my clit pulsing wildly against his mouth like it’s trying to explode.He doesn’t stop. He works me through every wave — tongue softening as I peak, then firming again as the aftershocks roll through — and by the time my body stops shaking, the water around me is rippling with the tremors of my release.He surfaces. Wet hair. Gold eyes. The most satisfied expression I have ever seen on a human face.“That wa
EMBER’S POVHis hand stays between my legs, but his head disappears under the surface, and his mouth finds me, his lips sealing over my clit, his tongue replacing his thumb, and the world STOPS.The warm water changes everything.The pressure of his tongue is amplified, softened, made slippery and relentless in a way that air doesn’t allow — like the entire hot spring is conspiring with him to ruin me completely.He’s breathing through his nose, steady and controlled, while his mouth seals over my swollen clit like he’s claiming it as his personal feast, sucking it hard into the wet heat of his mouth with greedy, hungry pulls that make my hips buck wildly against his face.His tongue — fuck, that tongue — is everywhere at once: first flat and broad, dragging slow, filthy laps from my dripping entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, lapping up every gush of my creamy slick like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.Then it flicks fast and sharp, teasing the sensitive underside
EMBER’S POVMy stomach drops, flips, and catches fire simultaneously.I KNOW those words.I know them in my body before my brain catches up, and the memory hits me with the force of a freight train.The hotel room, the black lace, the garter belt I’d never worn before, Knox on his knees between my legs with the styling team locked on the other side of the door and my back against the wall and the count falling apart in my mouth because his tongue was doing things that made numbers feel like a foreign language.I was a different woman then. Terrified, exhilarated, wearing borrowed confidence and someone else’s lingerie.I counted down from sixty and didn’t make it past twenty-six.“You cannot be serious right now.”“I’ve never lost this game.” His thumb is tracing circles on my hip under the water, and the casual, distracted quality of the motion contrasts violently with the intensity in his eyes. “Flawless record.”“We’ve played it ONCE, Knox. One time does not constitute a record.”“
EMBER’S POVI don’t know why.It’s childish and ridiculous and completely inappropriate given the emotional weight of the last three hours, but his face is too serious and too beautiful and too close, and my body is full of adrenaline that has nowhere to go and the water is RIGHT THERE.The splash catches him square in the face. He blinks. Water dripping from his eyelashes. His expression cycling from shock to disbelief to something dangerous.“Did you just—”I splash him again.“Ember.”“Yes?”“You are aware that I am a Lycan King and you just threw water in my face.”“I’m aware. Your face was too dry. I fixed it. You’re welcome.”His eyes narrow, and the gold flares behind the blue, and I have approximately half a second to register that I’ve made a tactical error before his good arm hooks around my waist and YANKS, and I go under with a shriek that becomes bubbles.I surface gasping and laughing, and he’s grinning — actually grinning, the rare, full, unguarded version that uses his
EMBER’S POVThe hot spring is exactly where the sign said it would be — a natural thermal pool set into a rocky clearing off the highway, steam rising from the surface into the frozen air, the water glowing faintly blue-green from the mineral content.It’s deserted because it’s two in the morning and sane people are sleeping, and we are not sane people and have not been sane people for some time.I strip off Knox’s jacket and the borrowed hospital scrubs and walk into the water in my underwear, and the sound I make when the heat hits my body is embarrassing and involuntary, and I don’t care.The warmth wraps around my legs and my hips and my waist and crawls up my ribs, and every muscle I’ve been clenching since the first arrow hit Maurice’s wall releases simultaneously.My body has been holding its breath for twelve hours, and this is the exhale.Knox follows me in. I watch the dark water rise over the heavy, carved muscle of his chest, sliding down the hard ridges of his abs to swal
EMBER’S POVI slump back into my seat unconsciously, not realizing how rigidly I’d been holding myself until the tension drains away.Knox lifts our entwined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, his eyes on me.It slows the tightening in my chest. Loosens the knot that Harrison’s qu
EMBER’S POV“Because I saw you on the news.” His voice cracks again. “During a press conference. I saw you standing up there, speaking to the camera, saying five words they have haunted me every night. You are dead to me. And though it wasn’t directed at me, I felt it so much. I felt it down to my
EMBER’S POVMy mother stands in the doorway, draped in designer everything as always.A silk dress in garish emerald that probably cost more than she can actually afford. Jewelry dripping from her neck, her ears, her wrists, every piece fighting for attention.Hair and makeup done to perfection, no
EMBER’S POVThe mattress dips sometime after three in the morning.I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the ceiling, my mind running circles around the photo of Queenie still burning a hole in my phone.Sleep feels impossible. Every time I close my eyes, I see Rayana bleeding on the marble. S







