Author’s POV

Caesar drove in silence, one hand on the steering wheel, the other wrapped protectively around Sylvia’s. His thumb traced small circles against her skin, each gentle stroke sending pulses of comfort through her wolf.

They drove in comfortable silence for several minutes before Caesar spoke again, his voice dropping to that husky timber that never failed to send shivers down her spine.

"Tonight," he said, "I’m at your complete disposal, mate. Whatever you need, whatever you want—it’s yours."

The invitation in his tone was unmistakable. Sylvia felt heat bloom in her core as she turned to study his profile—the sharp jaw, the perfect lips, the intensity in those eyes even as they remained focused on the road. Three months of marriage, and still, her body responded to him like it was their first time.

"Take me home," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want my Alpha all to myself tonight."

Caesar’s nostrils flared slightly, catching the scent of her arousal. His lips curved into a predatory smile that made her inner thighs clench with anticipation.

"Your wish is my command," he growled, pressing down on the accelerator.

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When they arrived at their sprawling mountain estate, Caesar didn’t waste any time. He pulled into the garage and was opening her door before she could even unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Helena?" Sylvia asked as Caesar lifted her into his arms, carrying her toward the house’s entrance.

"Not here," he replied, nuzzling into her neck while carrying her effortlessly. "She’s been hovering around you too much lately."

Once inside, Caesar set Sylvia down just long enough to pull out his phone. She watched as he dialed, his free hand possessively curled around her waist.

"Helena," he said into the phone, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I’ve arranged a suite for you at the Eclipse Resort tonight. Dylan will bring anything you need." He paused, listening. "No, that won’t be necessary. Enjoy your evening."

After hanging up, Caesar methodically locked every door, setting the security system to its highest level. When he was satisfied they wouldn’t be disturbed, he turned to Sylvia with eyes that had darkened to a stormy gray.

"Now, where were we?" he growled, stalking toward her with purpose.

Sylvia backed up slowly, a playful smile on her lips. "I believe you said something about being at my disposal, Alpha."

"So I did." Caesar’s voice was pure sin as he advanced on her. "What does my Luna desire tonight?"

"You," she said simply, reaching for him. "Only you."

Caesar caught her in his arms, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair. "You have me," he murmured against her lips. "Always and forever, little wolf."

Their kiss started soft, a gentle reconnection, but quickly blazed into something far more primal. Caesar’s tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what his mate needed. Sylvia moaned against his lips, her body melting into his embrace.

"Bedroom," she gasped when they finally came up for air. "Now."

With one fluid motion, Caesar lifted her into his arms. Sylvia wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her through their home, his lips never leaving hers for long. Every few steps, he would press her against a wall, stealing another deep kiss that left her dizzy with need.

By the time they reached their bedroom, Sylvia was trembling with anticipation. Caesar kicked the door shut behind them and laid her on their massive bed with surprising gentleness, given the hunger evident in his eyes.

"You’re wearing too many clothes," she complained, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

Caesar caught her hands, pressing them into the mattress above her head. "Patience, mate," he growled. "Tonight is about what you need."

"I need you naked," she countered, arching against him.

His low chuckle vibrated through her body. "So demanding."

He released her hands to shrug off his jacket, then slowly—torturously slowly—unbuttoned his shirt. Sylvia’s eyes devoured every inch of bronzed skin as it was revealed, her fingers itching to trace the hard ridges of his abs, the defined lines of his chest.

When he finally discarded the shirt, Sylvia sat up, reaching for his belt buckle. This time, Caesar didn’t stop her. She unfastened it with practiced ease, her knuckles deliberately brushing against the impressive bulge straining his pants. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Careful, little wolf," he warned, his voice strained. "Keep teasing, and I might forget about being gentle tonight."

"Who said I wanted gentle?" Sylvia challenged, pulling his zipper down with deliberate slowness.

A growl rumbled deep in Caesar’s chest. In one swift motion, he pushed her back onto the bed and tore open her blouse, sending buttons flying across the room. Sylvia gasped, heat flooding her core at his display of dominance.

"This is one of my favorite outfits," she protested weakly.

"I’ll buy you a hundred more," Caesar promised, his hands now working at her pants, sliding them down her legs until she lay before him in nothing but her matching black lace underwear. "Gods, look at you."

His reverent tone made her feel like the most desirable woman on earth. Sylvia watched through half-lidded eyes as he shed the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful body in all its glory. Her mouth watered at the sight of his massive erection, already glistening with evidence of his desire for her.

"Come here," she whispered, opening her arms to him.