When Blake finally released her, it was Alek’s wolf, Night, who took over. Night was quieter, more calculated than Blake, but no less intense. He cupped her face gently, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks before he kissed her with a tenderness that made Amber’s knees buckle.
Aaron’s wolf, Kash, was last. Kash wasn’t gentle or rough—he was playful, teasing her lips apart with a smirk before devouring her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
By the time Kash pulled back, Amber—no, Autumn—was flushed and breathless, her golden eyes glowing like molten fire. Her scent had shifted, thickened, and my wolf howled in approval. She was aroused, her sweet, intoxicating scent filling the room and driving us wild.
My c**k was painfully hard again, and if I didn’t take back contr
