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 sex.

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.

“Fuck— fucking fuck, Ember—” His hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing another inch past my lips, and I gag but don’t pull back. “Your mouth. Fucking...