TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 65

EMBER'S POV I hate how close I am to him—close enough to taste his breath, close enough to count his eyelashes—yet how far away he seems. How far away we'd always be.I want to scream in his face that I don't care if he destroys me alongside himself. That I'd rather be infected with whatever madness runs in his veins than not have him at all. But I also know how close that comes to losing myself to another man—right after Gale. Right after escaping the curse of loving the wrong person.So despite the rupturing of my heart and my lungs and the very thing that attaches me to my soul, I drag in a deep breath, choking back my sob."Do you at least care about me?""Fuck, of course I do." His voice cracks on the words. "I care so much about you, baby. I care so much that I might have committed treason in that court today if they'd moved forward with dragging you back to Gale."I swallow—failing to reconcile how he could say that and not want more than just thirty days."Please let's not f

EMBER'S POVI turn my back to the VIP section, let my hips sway in slow, sensual circles. Let my hands trail down my own body—over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. Let my head fall back like I'm lost in the music, in the pleasure of my own movement.When I glance over my shoulder, his jaw is tight and his knuckles are white around his glass.Good."Oh my god," Queenie cackles. "You're trying to kill him.""I'm just dancing.""You're performing a mating call and you know it."Maybe I am. Maybe I want him to want me so badly he can't stand it. Maybe I want to drive him crazy the way he's been driving me crazy since this whole thing started.The song changes to something heavier, dirtier. The crowd responds with increased intensity—bodies pressing closer, movements becoming more explicit. Near us, a couple has given up any pretense of dancing and is straight up dry-humping against a speak

EMBER'S POVFor a long moment, neither of us moves. He's still buried inside me, softening but making no move to withdraw, and I can feel his heart slamming against mine through our chests."Fuck," he breathes finally."Yeah," I agree."We should probably get back.""Probably."Neither of us moves."Queenie is going to be insufferable," I say."Queenie can go fuck herself."I laugh, a real laugh, surprised out of me by his grumpiness. He pulls back to look at my face, and something soft crosses his expression."You're beautiful when you laugh," he says quietly.The words hit somewhere soft and unguarded."Knox...""I mean it." His thumb traces my cheekbone. "Tonight was... I liked seeing you like that. Free. Happy. Not carrying the weight of everything.""It felt good," I admit. "Dancing without worrying. Doing things I've never done before. Being someone I've nev