Free Web NovelChapter 61: Chapter 61 Only You
Sylvia’s POV freewёbnoνel.com
I sat rigidly in the private dining room, my wolf bristling beneath my skin as Alpha Vargas’s gaze slid over me like oil. The crystal wine glass in my hand had become my anchor, keeping me grounded as I navigated this increasingly dangerous situation.
"You know, Ms. Sylvia," Vargas leaned forward, his cologne almost suffocating in the enclosed space, "a beautiful young she-wolf like yourself shouldn’t be handling these negotiations alone. The business world can be... savage." His lips curved into what he probably thought was a charming smile.
I met his gaze steadily, channeling every ounce of Alpha blood in my veins. "I assure you, Mr. Vargas, I’m quite capable of being savage myself when necessary."
His eyes narrowed slightly at my defiance. Mr. Jax, his yes-man, cleared his throat nervously.
"More wine?" Vargas lifted the bottle, and I noticed how he’d positioned himself to block the exit. "It’s a special vintage... guaranteed to make you more... amenable to our terms."
My nostrils flared slightly, catching a foreign scent in the wine. Drugged. The bastards had actually tried to drug me. My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass as rage coursed through me. How dare they think I was such easy prey?
"I prefer to keep my head clear during negotiations," I replied coldly, pushing the glass away. "Now, about the contract—"
"Oh, come now," Vargas’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist. His touch sent revulsion through my entire body. "Let’s stop pretending this is about business. A lone she-wolf in my territory... you must have known what you were asking for."
I yanked my arm free, letting my eyes flash gold in warning. "Remove your hand, or I’ll remove it for you."
He laughed, the sound grating against my nerves. "Feisty. I like that. But you’re forgetting something, little wolf. This is my territory, my rules. And that manager you came with? Let’s just say he’s been... properly compensated to take an extended break."
Just then, the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. A presence I would know anywhere washed over me, powerful enough to make even Vargas’s smile falter.
The door opened silently, and Caesar stepped in.
"Gentlemen," his voice was deceptively soft, like silk wrapped around a blade. "I believe you were just leaving."
Vargas, fool that he was, tried to maintain his bravado. "And who might you be? This is a private business meeting—"
"I’m her husband." Caesar’s words fell like ice into the room. He moved to my side with fluid grace, one hand coming to rest possessively on the small of my back. The touch sent electricity racing up my spine. "And you’ve just made a very serious mistake."
The color drained from Vargas’s face as realization dawned. Even if he didn’t know Caesar was the Supreme Alpha, there was no mistaking the raw power emanating from him.
"We... there seems to have been a misunderstanding," Vargas stammered, backing away. "Mr. Jax and I were just leaving."
"I had it handled," I said, trying to sound confident despite how my body was reacting to his proximity.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement crossing his features. "Oh, I don’t doubt that. I saw the look in your eyes - you were about to tear his throat out."
"Would that have bothered you?" I challenged, turning to face him fully.
Caesar’s lips curved into a predatory smile that made my knees weak. "Bothered me? Sivi, watching you put that fool in his place would have been..." he leaned closer, his breath fanning across my ear, "incredibly arousing."
I sucked in a sharp breath, heat flooding my cheeks. "Caesar..."
"I know everything that threatens what’s mine," he said simply. "And you, Sylvia, whether you’re ready to admit it or not, are very much mine."
Caesar’s POV:
The scent of alcohol and desire rolling off Sylvia was intoxicating. As I carried her into my penthouse, her small form pressed against my chest, every wolf instinct in me screamed to claim her.
"Put me down," she mumbled, though her fingers curled into my shirt contradicted her words. "I can walk..."
"Clearly," I said dryly, remembering how she’d nearly collapsed at the restaurant. The alcohol had lowered her usual guards, making her softer, more vulnerable. It was driving my protective instincts wild.
When I laid her on my bed, she surprised me by grabbing my tie and pulling me down with her. Her eyes were hazy with wine and want, but there was something else there - hurt?
"Tell me about her," Sylvia demanded suddenly, her words slightly slurred. "Your first love. The one everyone says you can’t forget."
I froze, confusion washing over me. "What are you talking about?"
She laughed bitterly, her hands working at my shirt buttons with surprising dexterity for someone so drunk. "Don’t pretend. The mysterious woman who broke the great Caesar’s heart. The reason you agreed to our political marriage instead of waiting for her."
Understanding dawned, along with an almost painful surge of tenderness. All this time, she’d thought... I caught her wandering hands in mine, pinning them above her head.
"Sivi," I growled, using my free hand to force her to meet my gaze. "There has never been anyone else. From the moment I first scented you at that Pack Summit three years ago, it’s only been you."
Her eyes widened, but before she could respond, I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted of expensive wine and something uniquely Sylvia that made my wolf howl with need.
"Only you," I repeated against her lips, releasing her hands to strip away her dress. "Always you."
She arched into my touch as I explored every inch of newly exposed skin. The alcohol had made her bolder, more demanding. When my fingers found her core, she was already wet and ready.
"Caesar," she moaned, her nails raking down my back. "Please..."
I growled in satisfaction. "Please what, little wolf? Tell me what you want."
"You," she gasped as I teased her. "Inside me. Now."
Who was I to deny such a sweet request? I positioned myself between her thighs, but paused, needing her to understand. "Look at me, Sivi."
Her eyes met mine, golden with desire.
"There has never been anyone else," I stated firmly. "You’re my mate. My only mate. And I’m going to spend all night proving it to you."
I pushed into her slowly, savoring every gasp and moan. She felt perfect, like she was made for me. My wolf was practically purring with satisfaction as I claimed what had always been mine.
"Mine," I growled, setting a rhythm that had her crying out my name. "Say it."
"Yours," she whimpered, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Oh god, Caesar..."
The combination of wine and desire had stripped away all her usual inhibitions. She met each thrust with equal passion, demanding more, harder, faster. When I felt her starting to tighten around me, I sank my teeth into her neck, right where a claiming mark would go.
She came apart spectacularly, screaming my name as pleasure overwhelmed her. I followed shortly after, my release triggered by the sight of my mate in such ecstasy.
Later, as she dozed in my arms, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the misunderstanding. My little wolf had been jealous of herself - of a nonexistent rival for my affections.
"Only you," I whispered against her hair. "It’s always been you."
She snuggled closer in her sleep, and I tightened my arms around her. Tomorrow, we’d deal with Selene’s schemes and whatever other challenges awaited us. But tonight, I had finally claimed my mate, and nothing else mattered.
