All Chapters of TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

EMBER’S POVHe just keeps devouring me, messy and generous and so fucking hungry, until the coil in my belly snaps hard and I come with a sharp cry, back arching against the marble, my pussy pulsing around his tongue while he licks me through every shaking wave.My walls flutter around his tongue as I grind against his mouth, sobbing his name while he holds me steady and licks me through every aftershock.He rises before my knees can give out, catching me against his chest like I’m something he’ll never risk losing again.In one smooth motion he lifts me, my wet legs wrapping tight around his waist, and then he’s pushing into me — slow, so he can watch.The thick head of his cock stretches my pussy open inch by torturous inch while he holds my gaze, eyes dark and burning with something so much deeper than lust.He sinks in deep, never looking away, until he’s buried to the hilt and I’m gasping at how completely he fills me.He stays there, hips flush to mine, letting me feel every thi

EMBER’S POVI just stare at her.I am desperately trying to find a polite, socially acceptable response to the fact that his cousin just asked about our sex life, but my brain has completely short-circuited.I don’t understand her gameplay. I don’t understand the rules of whatever twisted, psychological chess match she is playing, but the sheer, unblinking avidity in her eyes makes my skin crawl.Knox’s silverware hits the table with a sharp, violent crack.“Shut your fucking mouth, Hale.” His voice is laced with such a pure, creeping disgust that the temperature in the room instantly plummets. He looks genuinely repulsed by her. “If you ever speak about what happens behind my bedroom doors again, I will have you physically thrown out of this house.”Hale doesn’t even flinch. She just gives a little chiming laugh, completely unbothered by his rage.“Oh, don’t be a prude, Knoxie. We’re all adults here. I just want to know everything about the girl who finally caught you.” She tilts her

KNOX’S POVEmber falls asleep mid-sentence.One moment she is saying something about the cousin, and the next her voice goes soft and trailing, and her breathing evens out, and she is gone, just like that, the way only someone running on nothing can sleep.Like a light switching off.I lie there in the dark and listen to her breathe.The Sovereign settles around us the way it always does at this hour—the old beams contracting in the cold, the distant rush of the gorge echoing far below.I know every sound this house makes. I catalogued them on the nights I couldn’t sleep after moving from Zruch. After my dad died.After I killed him.Back then, memorising those noises was the difference between a bad night and a worse one.It was how I learned to tell the difference between the house talking to itself, and the sound of something coming for me.Thirty-odd years and I still do it without thinking—still map every creak and draft and silence, still file them, still know in my sleep when s

KNOX’S POVI sit in the quiet for a long time after that, turning Marjorie’s words over in my head.She has run this house since before I was King. She keeps the staff in line, serves as a maternal figure to half the people under this roof, and she does not panic over shadows. If she says something is wrong, it is.And then there is my cousin, Hale.I wish I could say there was a time when she wasn’t so strange, but she has been exactly like this since the day I moved to the Sovereign. Despite her bizarre fixations, we have never been close. We are dining companions, nothing more, speaking only when the affairs of running the estate demand it.She was close to Celeste. Some might have even called them best friends when my late wife was still alive.But even that doesn’t explain this. Grief doesn’t explain putting on a dead woman’s clothes and dancing alone in the dark. And it sure as fuck doesn’t explain casually opening a bathroom door to watch me take my woman in the shower.I drag

EMBER’S POVShe checked on me. Twice. In the night. In the room with the tended fire, the room I share with Knox, the room she walked into uninvited last night.I look at her, and she’s already moved on, fussing with a teapot, completely unbothered, and I tell myself there are a dozen normal explanations and not one of them makes the crawl on the back of my neck lie back down.I’m still sitting with that when the young nervous maid reaches across to set down a dish and catches the edge of Hale’s tray with her sleeve, and one of the muffins tips, and rolls, and drops onto the floor with a soft thud.The room changes temperature.“Oh, you stupid—” Hale’s voice comes out fast and low and absolutely nothing like the cooing thing she’s been using on me all morning, and her hand shoots out and closes around the girl’s wrist hard enough that the girl gasps. “Do you have any idea how long those took? Do you have the first idea what I—”“It was an accident,” I say.I don’t decide to say it.It