Free Web NovelChapter 172: Chapter 172 Claimed Again
Sylvia’s POV
I melted into Caesar’s kiss, feeling his hands trace down my sides, leaving trails of heat that sparked something primal within me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, recognizing her mate with a hungry whine that echoed through my mind.
"What about dinner?" I gasped when he finally pulled back, his crimson eyes now burning with something far more urgent than hunger for food.
"I see something much more appetizing right in front of me," he growled, his voice dropping to that deep, possessive tone that never failed to make my core clench with need.
Before I could respond, he’d lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me as he carried me toward our dining room.
"Wait," I whispered against his ear, remembering suddenly. "Helena—"
Caesar paused, his jaw tensing at the mention of his childhood friend who had been staying with us for the past week. Helena had made no secret of her feelings for Caesar, despite his repeated rejections.
"She’s gone," I assured him, trailing kisses along his neck. "I told her that exclusive boutique on Fifth Avenue was having a private showing for pack royalty only. She practically flew out the door."
A slow, predatory smile spread across Caesar’s face. "My clever little mate," he murmured, pressing me against the wall as his lips found my throat. "Always thinking ahead."
His teeth grazed my pulse point, making me shiver. "I gave her the wrong address," I admitted breathlessly. "Should buy us at least three hours."
"Perfect," Caesar growled, resuming our journey to the dining room.
He set me down just long enough to reach back and secure the deadbolt on our front door. The distinctive click sounded like permission, like freedom.
"On the table," he commanded, his eyes never leaving mine. freēwēbnovel.com
The mahogany dining table gleamed under the crystal chandelier, cool against my heated skin as I perched on its edge. Caesar stood before me, undoing his tie with deliberate slowness, his gaze devouring me.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Coming home to find you cooking in our kitchen, smelling like heaven, looking like everything I’ve ever wanted?"
I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs at his words. "Show me," I challenged, leaning back on my elbows.
Caesar didn’t need further invitation. In one fluid motion, he gripped my yoga pants and panties together, dragging them down my legs in a single possessive pull. Cool air kissed my exposed center for just a moment before he dropped to his knees, positioning himself between my thighs.
"Caesar," I gasped as his hot breath teased my most sensitive flesh.
"I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day." he confessed, his thumbs gently spreading me open.
His tongue made contact then—one long, deliberate stroke that had me arching off the table, a cry escaping my lips. My hands flew to his dark hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he devoured me like a starving wolf.
Each expert flick of his tongue sent electric pulses radiating through my body. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to alternate between gentle circles and firm pressure until my thighs began to tremble around his head.
"That’s it, baby," he murmured against me, the vibration of his words intensifying the pleasure. "Let me feel how much you want me."
Two fingers slid inside me then, curving upward to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. The dual sensation of his fingers pumping while his tongue worked relentlessly against my swollen bundle of nerves was overwhelming.
"Oh God, Caesar," I moaned, my hips rocking against his face as pressure built low in my abdomen. "Don’t stop... please don’t stop..."
He hummed in approval, the sound sending vibrations through my core as he increased his pace, driving me closer to the edge. My wolf was clawing beneath my skin, desperate for release, for the claiming that only our mate could provide.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Caesar’s free hand snaked up my body to cup my breast through my shirt. His thumb found my nipple, pinching it at the exact moment he sucked my clit between his lips, and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me with stunning intensity, my back arching completely off the table as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Caesar didn’t let up, working me through every aftershock until I was gasping his name like a prayer.
When I finally collapsed back onto the table, boneless and panting, I looked down to find him watching me with primal satisfaction, his chin glistening with evidence of my pleasure.
"You’re so beautiful when you come for me," he said, rising to his feet and unbuckling his belt. The metallic sound sent another pulse of desire straight to my core.
I sat up, reaching for him, suddenly desperate to feel him inside me. "I need you," I whispered, tugging at his shirt. "Now."
Caesar groaned, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss that let me taste myself on his lips. The erotic flavor of us combined made my head spin as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"Mine," he growled against my mouth as he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust.
The feeling of fullness, of perfect completion, drew a strangled cry from my throat. My nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt as he began to move, setting a rhythm that was just on the edge of too much.
"Caesar," I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. "Harder."
His eyes flashed crimson at my demand, his wolf rising to the surface as he gripped my hips with bruising force. "As my mate commands," he growled, before slamming into me with renewed intensity.
The table creaked beneath us as he pounded into me, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside that made me see stars. I clawed at his back, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
Understanding my need, Caesar paused just long enough to tear my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra. His own shirt followed, buttons scattering across the dining room floor in his haste.
When he entered me again, the feel of his bare chest against my sensitive breasts was exquisite. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my mating mark.
The slight pressure on that sensitive spot sent electric pulses straight to my core. My inner walls clenched around him, drawing a feral sound from deep in his chest.
"That’s it, little wolf," he praised, one hand sliding between us to circle my clit. "Come for me again. Let me feel you squeeze my cock."
His dirty words combined with the expert movements of his fingers had me spiraling toward another peak embarrassingly fast. I clung to him, my entire body tensing as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level.
"I’m close," I panted against his ear. "So close..."
Caesar’s rhythm grew erratic, his thrusts deeper and more powerful as he chased his own release. "Together," he commanded, pressing harder on my clit as his lips found mine again.
The kiss was messy, desperate, all teeth and tongue as we both hurtled toward the edge. When he bit down gently on my lower lip, I fell apart completely, crying out his name as my inner muscles clamped down around him in waves of pleasure.
My release triggered his own, Caesar growling my name as he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. I felt the warm rush of his release, and something primal and possessive flared within me at the sensation.
For long moments afterward, we stayed locked together, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Caesar’s forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed as he struggled to catch his breath.
"I think," he finally managed, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple, "we might need to reheat dinner."
I laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as he shifted inside me, still semi-hard. "Or we could just consider this the appetizer," I suggested, trailing my fingers down his sweat-slicked chest.
Caesar’s eyes darkened at my words, a smile spreading across his face that made my heart skip. "In that case," he murmured, lifting me effortlessly into his arms without breaking our connection, "let’s move to the main course."
As he carried me toward our bedroom, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, I couldn’t help the feeling of complete contentment that washed over me. The mate bond thrummed between us, stronger than ever, as Caesar laid me gently on our bed, his eyes full of promise for the night ahead.
