Free Web NovelChapter 116: Chapter 116 Each takes What He Needs
Sylvia’s POV ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Caesar’s words hung in the air between us, unfinished but charged with meaning.
Before I could respond, his strong hands settled naturally on my waist, preventing me from stumbling backward against my desk.
With just the slightest pressure from those powerful hands, he pulled me closer, eliminating what little space remained between us.
My form-fitting business attire did nothing to disguise the softness of my body as it pressed against his rock-hard chest.
I felt him tense at the contact, his breath catching.
The wolf inside me hummed with satisfaction at his reaction—clearly, his body craved me as much as mine secretly yearned for him.
Heat rushed to my face.
"What do you think you’re doing?" I demanded, trying to sound outraged despite my racing pulse. "This is my office. You can’t possibly be thinking..."
Even as the words left my mouth, I couldn’t quite believe the situation.
Was this really Caesar Conrad—the calculated, controlled Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack—acting so impulsively?
"Yes," he murmured, his voice deep and resonant, "exactly what you’re thinking."
My eyes widened in disbelief. I realized he must have already surveyed my office when he entered—including the private rest area connected to it.
Before I could protest further, Caesar moved as if to lift me into his arms.
Fuck, this man is strong.
I was completely dazed when Caesar hoisted me over his shoulder.
The office AC hit my feverish skin, raising goosebumps.
He kicked open the break room door and tossed me onto the gray sofa.
I sank into the soft cushions, watching him tear off his tie, his silver-blue eyes dark and terrifying.
But I hesitated, memories of his cold dismissal at Vertex headquarters still fresh in my mind.
Was this just his way of making amends?
Was I simply a convenience to satisfy his needs?
"Are you serious?" Why the hell am I still asking such a stupid question?
Caesar’s affirmative "Mmm" was accompanied by a darkening of his gaze that sent shivers down my spine.
There was something in his eyes—a determination to prove himself to me, perhaps? Whatever it was, it made my resistance waver.
I hadn’t noticed the shift in his emotions, too caught up in my own conflicting feelings.
But one thing was becoming increasingly clear—I wasn’t going to escape this encounter.
I closed my eyes briefly, resigning myself to what was about to happen.
Why was I fighting this anyway?
He was my mate—my body recognized that fact even when my mind rebelled against it.
And if I was honest with myself, I wanted this connection as much as he did.
My resistance softened, and Caesar sensed the change immediately.
"Sivi," he whispered against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Let me show you how much I’ve missed you."
His hand slid under my blouse, deftly undid my bra clasp, his rough palm completely enveloping one of my breasts, squeezing hard.
I gasped from the pain, but it was mixed with a aching fullness.
This bastard knows exactly how to get a reaction from me.
When his thumb brushed over my nipple, I couldn’t help but throw my head back, a weak moan escaping my throat.
"Don’t hold back," he bit my earlobe, hot breath flooding my ear canal, "Let it out."
Go to hell. I wanted to curse, but when he pulled down my panties and his fingers directly touched that wetness, all words got stuck in my throat.
His fingertip slid up and down my slit, then suddenly pushed two fingers inside.
My whole body shuddered, the passage clamping down tightly around his fingers.
"So wet?" he chuckled low, speeding up the movement of his fingers, "You wanted this already?"
Ashamed, I tried to clamp my legs together, but his knee forced them wider apart.
He added a third finger, the stretching ache making me gasp, but more honeyed fluid gushed out, making his whole hand sticky.
This body is so damn honest.
I was literally furious at him for neglecting me just days ago, but now I’m lying limp beneath him like a puddle of mud.
He pulled out his fingers, unbuckled his belt, and his cock, hard and burning, sprang out, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
I stared at that intimidating size, my throat dry.
He pressed against the entrance, sunk his hips, and buried himself to the hilt inside me.
"Ah...!" My nails dug into his back, the feeling of being utterly filled made me dizzy.
This bastard went in so deep and hard, the head hitting my cervix directly, a numbing ache shooting from my tailbone to the back of my head.
He started moving, each thrust hard and precise, his balls slapping against my ass with a lewd sound.
The sofa creaked with his movements; I was really afraid someone outside might hear.
But when he hit a certain spot, all caution was shattered.
I uncontrollably arched my back, letting that cock go even deeper.
"Yes... right there..." I panted, my legs wrapping around his waist, "Harder..."
He flipped me over, entering from behind.
This position allowed him to go deeper than ever before.
I lay over the arm of the sofa, my breasts swaying with each impact.
One hand gripped my hip bone, the other reached around to rub my clit.
Under the double stimulation, I quickly fell apart, my passage convulsing violently as I came, drenching his thrusting cock.
He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, the final few pushes going impossibly deep, his hot release spurting deep inside me.
We collapsed on the sofa, panting, our sweat mingling.
Just then, his phone on the office desk suddenly blared.
*Shit.*
