Drake didn't know what to think. Emma liked… these? Or was Silas pulling one over him? Yet, Silas' suggestions had worked out well for him in the past. He probably wouldn't be so mean to trick him. Maybe Emma really did like these? Drake scrunched his brows in thought as he stared at the screen. Eventually, he decided to put his faith in Silas So, he placed the order and bought both outfits. … Meanwhile, Callum was also meticulously grooming himself for the night. He had washed himself thoroughly from head to toe, even scrubbing the grit from under his nails until he was sure that he was absolutely spotless. Steam drifted through the bathroom as he stood in front of the mirror, examining his tall and muscled physique.He had blown up the kitchen today, and then the grill. He had embarrassed himself completely in front of his female. So, he had to redeem his dignity tonight! Callum dried himself off and pulled a delicate box from the deepest part of his wardrobe. Inside lay the victory armor he had prepared especially for this occasion—a nearly transparent, silver-gray sheer night robe. It had been a graduation gift from his instructor when he finished top of his class at the Interstellar Empire Training Program for Males. He would never forget his instructor's earnest words that fateful day, "Callum, remember this well. You might be an unbeatable marshal on the battlefield. However, when it comes to your female… You are your greatest weapon." Callum slipped on the night robe. The sheer fabric clung lightly to his sharply defined muscles, accentuating his charm in all the right ways. As he stood in the mirror, he exuded an aura of sin and restraint. Then, he posed in front of the mirror in what he considered his most attractive stances. Perfect. After all, he had been the academy's best graduate. He would definitely satisfy his female tonight! Still, Emma was quite delicate, and she'd invited them all to accompany her. Would she be able to handle them all? It seemed that it wouldn't be doable for him to go all out tonight. He mustn't tire her out. … Meanwhile, Lucien had also rushed to his room after cleaning the kitchen. He hadn't been present when Emma had invited Edric and the others to her bedroom. So, he had zero clue that Marcus and the other males had simply lain on the same bed and only slept. Hence, he naturally assumed that Emma, like other females, meant something else entirely when she welcomed multiple males into her bed.He changed into his combat uniform. He could still remember the glint in her eyes when she saw him in his formal uniform. He had also gone out of his way to customize this combat suit. Emma was going to love it. He was going to make sure that she only had eyes for him tonight. … Emma was leaning against Edric's chest downstairs as she finished the fruit tea he had made for her before handing him the cup. Then, she turned to Marcus and Kieran, saying, "I'm going back to my room to rest. You can come over later." Edric immediately asked, "Emma, can I bring my own blanket tonight?" He really didn't want to squeeze into the bed with everyone else. It didn't matter that her bed was big enough for them all. "Sure," Emma replied easily.Then, she smiled at Marcus and Kieran. "You two can bring your own blankets, too. You can sleep on the floor if you want." Everything was fine with her as long as they didn't fight her for the couch. Marcus and Kieran quickly bobbed their heads in assent. They didn't want to share the bed either. Emma left them alone after that and headed back to her room. She hadn't been in her room long when Silas arrived. He was wearing proper, conservative pajamas while Remy lay quietly on his shoulder. "Emy!" Silas approached her, knelt on one knee, and gently cupped her face. "Can you kiss me now?" "Right now?" Emma didn't understand why Silas wanted her to kiss him the second he walked past those doors.Silas nodded. "Now. I won't be able to get another chance once Remy wakes up." He had hurried over just to steal a few moments of her affection. He couldn't do anything else, so he could only ask for a kiss. Emma genuinely felt bad for him when she saw how pitiful he looked. So, she nodded, leaned in, and pecked him on the lips. He had always been like this with his enchanting looks and charisma. Yet, he became so cautious and endearingly gentle when he was with her. He would always put her needs first, making her feel so utterly loved. Her lips pressed softly against his. Silas all but seized the lead just as her lips brushed against his. He smoothly rose to his full height, his hands locking firmly around her waist. Then, he effortlessly lifted her and settled her onto his lap. He had one arm wrapped around her slender waist and kept her steady while the other slipped through her hair, cradling the back of her head."Mm!" Emma gasped, utterly caught off guard. Alas, her sound of shock was swallowed entirely as he deepened the kiss. Silas' kisses were so him. They might seem gentle on the surface, but they also carried an intense need to dominate. He stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he felt every cell in his body screaming for more. He wanted her closer. He wanted all of her. He missed her so much. "Emy…"