EMBER’S POV
He’s too big to fit properly — my jaw already aching as I stretch around the thick head, my lips struggling to accommodate the girth — but I take him anyway, sinking down inch by inch, relaxing my throat the way I learned in whispered conversations with other pack wives who actually enjoyed s*x.
The head hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him, and the groan that tears out of Knox’s chest makes every second of discomfort worth it.
“f**k— f*****g f**k, Ember—” His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing another inch past my lips, and I gag but don’t pull back. “Your mouth. f*****g Selene, your mouth. Like you were made for this. Made to take my cock.”
I pull back slowly, hollowing my cheeks, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside, and then sink down ag
