TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING
My fingers find the hem of his henley, pulling it up to feel the hard, toned muscles of his stomach.
We're a mess of hands and mouths and grinding hips, and I'm just reaching for his belt when—
"OH MY GOD, YOU TWO ARE DISGUSTING!"
The door bursts open.
Queenie storms in like a hurricane in stilettos, her eyes bright with excitement, completely unbothered by the fact that she's just interrupted us in a very compromising position.
"Queenie, what the fuck—" Knox starts.
"Nope! Don't care! Get up!" She's practically vibrating with energy, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off Knox's lap. "You can fuck each other's brains out later. Right now, you both need to get dressed because we are NOT m