Amber sat back against the pillows, watching, waiting. Daring.
Night’s voice was full of awe and a hint of amusement. “Damn, Alek, I love her bossy attitude. You’re whipped already—just give in, i want to be her good boy so move your A.ss or i’ll get you on your knees myself.”
Alan was the first to break. With a muttered curse, he dropped to his knees, eyes dark with need. Aaron followed a beat later, looking both frustrated and completely enthralled.
And me?
I clenched my jaw, muscles coiled tight. My pride rebelled—but my need for her, the bond that tethered us, it was stronger. Slowly, deliberately, I let my body move. My knees hit the floor, and the moment they did, Amber’s expression softened into something molten and devastatingly beautiful.
Her hand lifted, fingers brushing ove
