EMBER’S POV

I stare down at Knox on his knees, my pulse slamming so hard I can feel it between my legs. He’s grinning up at me like a wolf who’s already tasted blood, gold eyes glowing, fangs just barely peeking past his lip.

I fold my arms, pretending my thighs aren’t already trembling.

“What do I win?”

He chuckles, low and filthy. “You won’t, darling.”

“But if I do?”

His tongue drags across his bottom lip like he’s savoring what’s coming.

“Name it.”

“For the rest of the day, you do whatever I say. Anything.”

That savage grin widens.

“Deal. But when you lose…” He pauses, eyes darkening. “You’ll...