Free Web NovelChapter 75: Chapter 75 In the Fog of Desire
Sylvia’s POV:
The world was spinning pleasantly as Caesar’s scent enveloped me. Through my alcohol-induced haze, I was acutely aware of his powerful body pressed against mine, his hands restraining my wandering fingers with gentle but unrelenting force.
"You’re drunk, little wolf," he growled, but the sound only made my body heat up more.
"And you’re too controlled," I shot back, surprising myself with my boldness. My wolf was closer to the surface than usual, making me reckless, wanting. "Always so perfect, so restrained... don’t you ever just let go, Caesar?"
His eyes flashed gold at my challenge, and suddenly the air between us crackled with tension. "You don’t want to test me right now, Sivi."
"Maybe I do." I arched against him, delighting in the way his breath caught. "Maybe I’m tired of you treating me like I’m made of glass. I’m an Alpha’s daughter, Caesar. I won’t break."
A low, dangerous sound rumbled in his chest. "Last chance to back down," he warned, but his hands were already sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress higher.
"Make me," I challenged, nipping at his jaw.
The last thread of his control snapped. In an instant, I found myself pinned against the wall, his body caging mine as his mouth claimed me in a kiss that was pure dominance. This wasn’t the careful, controlled Caesar I knew – this was pure Alpha male, and my wolf howled in triumph.
"You want me to let go?" he growled against my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point. "Then deal with the consequences."
My dress didn’t survive his impatience, the expensive fabric tearing under his hands. I should have been angry – it was designer, after all – but the raw need in his actions only fueled my own desire.
"Caesar," I gasped as his mouth traced a burning path down my neck, across my collarbone, lower...
"Say it again," he demanded, his fingers finding places that made me see stars. "Say my name."
"Caesar!" I cried out as his talented fingers pushed me toward the edge. But just before I could fall, he stopped.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. When I met his gaze, his eyes were pure gold – his wolf fully present. "I want you to remember this tomorrow. Remember who made you feel this way. Who you belong to."
"Please," I whimpered, beyond pride now. "Please, Caesar..."
"Mine," he growled, and finally, finally gave me what I needed. The feeling of him inside me was overwhelming, perfect, like coming home. Each thrust pushed me higher, his powerful body moving with supernatural grace as he claimed me completely.
"You’re mine, Sylvia," he groaned against my ear. "Say it."
"Yours!" I gasped, my nails raking down his back. "Only yours, Caesar!"
The pleasure built to impossible heights until I shattered in his arms, crying out his name. He followed moments later, his release triggering another wave of ecstasy through our partially formed mate bond.
As we slid to the floor, still joined, still breathing heavily, I felt his lips press tenderly against my temple. The contrast between his earlier dominance and this gentle affection made my heart flutter.
"I should get drunk more often," I mumbled against his chest, earning a low chuckle.
"Don’t you dare," he warned, though his voice was warm with amusement. "I prefer you fully aware when I’m claiming you."
I hummed contentedly, too satisfied to argue. As sleep began to pull at me, I felt him lift me into his arms, carrying me to bed. His scent surrounded me, protective and possessive, as he tucked me against his chest.
"Sleep, little wolf," he murmured. "We’ll talk about your reckless challenges in the morning."
***
My body ached everywhere, especially along my sides, which throbbed with a dull pain that radiated through my core. I stretched tentatively beneath the covers, then glanced to the empty space beside me. No sign of Caesar.
"What a beast," I muttered under my breath, unable to help the slight smile that curved my lips despite the complaint.
When I attempted to leave the bed, my legs nearly betrayed me, wobbling dangerously as I stood. The sight of purple bruises blooming across my knees made me grimace. So much for the sophisticated Wolf King of America—in the throes of passion, he was as rough and demanding as any Alpha male.
I hobbled to the closet, wincing with each step, and pulled out fresh clothes. As I dressed, fragmented memories from last night flickered through my mind—Caesar’s reverent touches, his whispered confessions, the way his wolf eyes had glowed with possession when he’d claimed me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
While brushing my teeth, I tried to recall more clearly what Caesar had said before leaving. Something about picking someone up at the airport? The memory remained frustratingly out of reach.
Whatever. I had my own problems to deal with.
I was halfway through a slice of toast when my phone chimed with a message from my mother. freёweɓnovel.com
[Sylvia, go to the airport and pick up an important client who just returned from Salt Lake City. This client is crucial, so make sure you attend to him properly. I’ve sent the details to your phone.]
I sighed heavily as I swallowed the last bite of bread. So much for easing into the workday. Not even officially on the clock, and Alpha Astra was already issuing commands.
Checking the time, I realized I only had an hour before the flight landed. I hurriedly applied some light makeup, grabbed my purse, and rushed to my car.
While waiting at a red light, I scanned through the information my mother had sent. "Noah Smith," I murmured, testing the name on my tongue. "What an interesting name."
The photo showed a man with light golden hair styled carelessly but fashionably. His smile seemed genuinely warm and inviting—the kind of person who immediately put others at ease. He appeared younger than I expected for someone my mother deemed "important."
"Looks can be deceiving, I suppose," I mused, finding myself actually looking forward to meeting this man who had somehow impressed my impossible-to-please mother.
After parking at the airport, I slipped on my sunglasses and made my way toward the arrivals gate. I checked the flight number on my phone one more time and continued scanning the sea of faces.
"Excuse me, are you Manager Frost?"
The cool, masculine voice made me look up into the very face I’d been studying in the photograph just minutes ago. In person, Noah Smith was even more striking—tall and confident with an easy elegance that spoke of old money and good breeding.
I removed my sunglasses and extended my hand. "Yes, I’m Sylvia. And you must be Mr. Smith?"
"That’s right," he replied, his smile warming as he took my offered hand. The contact was brief but deliberate. "Thank you for coming to meet me. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble."
"Not at all," I assured him with a professional smile. "It’s my responsibility to—"
My words died in my throat as my gaze caught on a familiar figure across the terminal. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest as the world around me seemed to freeze.
Caesar stood near the international arrivals gate, his imposing frame impossible to mistake even in the crowded airport. But he wasn’t alone. Beside him stood a strikingly beautiful woman with flowing black hair and skin like porcelain. free𝑤ebnovel.com
As I watched, frozen in place, the woman reached up and touched Caesar’s face with familiar intimacy. His expression, which I couldn’t fully see from this distance, appeared unusually gentle as he bent down slightly toward her.
My wolf howled in sudden, visceral pain. After everything that happened last night—after he’d claimed me as his mate, after I’d finally opened myself to the vulnerability of trusting someone again—here he was, meeting another woman.
