Free Web NovelChapter 49: Chapter 49 New Perfume
Sylvia’s POV
His name was a breathy whisper on my lips as Caesar took advantage of my need for air, his words a tantalizing promise against my skin.
"You’ve kept your wolf hidden for too long, my luna," he murmured.
Before I could process his words, his large hand gently covered my eyes, plunging me into darkness that only heightened my other senses. The leather seats of his luxury SUV creaked beneath us as he leaned in again, his masculine scent—pine and winter wind—overwhelming my senses.
My breath was stolen once more as his mouth claimed mine with possessive hunger. Our bodies tangled in the spacious back seat, my wolf howling with recognition beneath my skin.
"I’ve waited for this moment," he growled against my throat, his hands exploring the curves he’d only admired from afar. My body arched instinctively as his fingers traced fire along my skin.
"Caesar," I gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. "We shouldn’t—"
"Tell me to stop, and I will," he challenged, his eyes glowing dark. "But your body is calling to mine, Sylvia. Our wolves have recognized each other."
His name tore from my lips in a ragged gasp as Caesar stole the air from my lungs. His mouth crashed over mine, tongue thrusting past my teeth with brutal possession. The leather seats of his SUV groaned beneath us, drowning in the slick sounds of skin on skin. His scent—pine needles, gunmetal, and pure alpha musk—filled my throat, thick as smoke.
"Played house too long, little wolf?" His growl vibrated against my jaw. A calloused palm slammed over my eyes, plunging me into suffocating darkness. My hips jerked as his free hand clawed my skirt up, blunt fingers digging into my bare thigh. "Legs. Open. Now."
I tasted blood where his teeth split my lip. The kiss was a war—all biting pressure and punishing hunger. My back arched violently off the seat as his palm ground between my legs, fingers shoving my skirt aside, tearing friction through damp silk beneath.
"Felt you dripping since I walked in," he snarled into my neck, teeth scraping my pulse point. "Deny it again. I dare you." His hand ripped my blouse open. Buttons scattered against tinted windows. Cold air bit my exposed nipples—hard peaks he pinched cruelly between thumb and forefinger. I cried out, the pain sharp and bright, melting into liquid fire low in my belly.
His mouth descended, hot and wet, sucking a bruise over my pounding heart. "Caesar—the windows—"
"Let them see," he bit out, dragging my lace aside with a snap. Two thick fingers speared into me without warning. I shrieked, my inner muscles clamping around the invasion. "Damn. Clenching like a greedy little fist," he groaned, curling those fingers hard against my front wall. Sparks exploded behind my eyelids. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"Tell me to stop." His silver-blue eyes glowed, feral and unblinking. His fingers pumped, dragging slickness, the sound obscenely loud. "Your body’s begging me not to." He leaned down, his breath scorching my ear. "Smells like mine already."
He tore my remaining clothes away like wrapping paper. Not reverence—claiming. His tongue laved a burning trail down my sternum, over my quivering stomach, lower—then buried between my thighs. A guttural sound ripped from him as he licked deep, broad strokes, nose grinding against my swollen bundle of nerves. My thighs trembled, threatening to slam shut around his head. His hands locked on my hips, nails biting, holding me open for his devouring mouth.
"Scream my name when you come," he ordered, voice thick with my arousal. "Or I stop." His tongue flicked ruthless circles, teeth grazing my swollen flesh. The coil snapped—I shattered, back bowing off the seat, a raw cry tearing from my throat. "Caesar!"
He surged up, feral triumph in his eyes. His zipper rasped. Heavy, flushed flesh sprang free, thick and veined, the blunt head glistening. He gripped himself, smearing pre-cum over the crown before slamming home in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned—a delicious agony. He stilled, buried to the hilt, jaw clenched. "Tight as hell," he gritted out. "Squeezing my damn cock dry."
Then he moved. Hard, deep pistons of his hips hammering into me. The SUV rocked. My knuckles whitened on the headrest. Each thrust scraped that perfect, devastating spot inside. His sweat dripped onto my breasts. The scent of sex, leather, and primal need choked the air.
His teeth sank into the juncture of my neck and shoulder—marking. White-hot pleasure-pain seared my nerves. I came again, violently, inner walls rippling, milking him. His roar shook the car as he slammed deep, pulsing jets of scalding release filling me. "MINE!" The guttural claim vibrated through bone.
He collapsed over me, breath heaving, his weight pinning me to the sweat-slick leather. His thumb rubbed roughly through the mess between my thighs, smearing his claim. "Smell that?" he rasped, pressing his cum-leaking cock deeper into my spent body. "That’s your new perfume, My Luna."
When I returned to Frostline Enterprises, my coworker Lily immediately bounced over to my desk, her usual bubbly self apparently eager for details about the Vertex meeting. Her expression quickly shifted to shock as she took in my appearance.
"Sylvia, what happened to your lips? They’re... seriously swollen," she exclaimed, her hazel eyes widening comically.
Lily was one of the few humans working at our wolf-owned corporation. She regularly shared her homemade cookies and genuinely brightened the office with her presence. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
I touched my tender lips gingerly, feeling the slight pain that came with the contact. Caesar had been... enthusiastic in marking what he considered his.
"Nothing much," I replied casually, "just got bit by a wolf."
Lily’s expression shifted instantly from concern to something far more suggestive, her cheeks coloring slightly.
"Well then," she giggled, "I’ve always wondered what your mate looks like. Someone as gorgeous as you must have landed quite the catch..."
"That’s enough!" I snapped, my voice rising uncharacteristically.
Rather than being offended, Lily laughed delightedly. "Now that’s refreshing! You’re usually so composed and work-focused. It’s nice to see you show some emotion."
I froze at her words. Was that true? Had I become that cold, that mechanical?
There was a time—before Zane, before the facade—when I’d been known for my wild spirit. Racing through the forests during full moons, challenging any wolf who dared to underestimate me...
When had I lost that part of myself?
Noticing my silence, Lily dropped a few snack packages on my desk and backed away. "I’ll let you work. Just going to grab some water."
"Thanks," I mumbled, already pulling up the project files.
As I organized the Vertex acquisition data, the uncomfortable sensation of being watched prickled along my spine. I scanned the office carefully.
My gaze eventually landed on a woman who kept glancing in my direction. I recognized her immediately—Sunny, the woman who’d been shopping with Leo that day.
Was Sunny plotting revenge for her friend? It seemed laughable that anyone would defend a creep like Leo, but I supposed even the worst men found loyal companions when it served mutual interests.
I dismissed the concern and returned to my work. I had bigger things to worry about.
Just as I hit save on the document I’d been working on, my project manager appeared at my desk.
"Sylvia, could you come to my office for a moment?"
"Of course," I replied, rising to follow him.
