Sylvia’s POV

When I finally slid into Caesar’s car, the tension that had been building inside me all day erupted. I grabbed his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. His response was immediate and primal, his powerful hands gripping my waist as he pulled me closer across the luxury leather console.

"Take me home," I whispered against his lips, my voice husky with need. "Now."

Caesar’s eyes darkened to obsidian. Without a word, he started the engine and pulled away from the tribunal building with controlled precision that belied the tension radiating from his powerful frame.

The drive to his penthouse was excruciating. His right hand abandoned the steering wheel to rest possessively on my thigh, his thumb tracing maddening circles against the fabric of my skirt. Every touch sent electricity coursing through my veins, and Charna, my wolf, was practically howling with anticipation.

"You were magnificent today," Caesar murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through me. "Standing up for justice, protecting another female... watching you was..." He squeezed my thigh. "Intoxicating."

I turned to study his profile. "I didn’t know the Wolf King would make an appearance today."

"Neither did I," he admitted with a slight smile. "But I couldn’t let that bastard slither away from justice."

We pulled into the underground parking garage. As soon as Caesar cut the engine, the atmosphere in the car shifted from simmering to explosive.

"We should go upstairs," I whispered, though I made no move to leave the car.

Caesar’s eyes locked with mine. "Should we?" His hand slid higher on my thigh, pushing the hem of my skirt up incrementally. "Because my wolf doesn’t want to wait that long."

My breath caught in my throat. "Here?"

"Here," he confirmed, voice roughening as he leaned across the console to capture my lips again. "Unless you object?"

In answer, I climbed over the console and straddled him, grateful for the tinted windows and private parking space as I settled onto his lap. Caesar growled his approval, his hands gripping my hips to adjust me perfectly against the hard ridge straining against his tailored pants.

"You drive me crazy," he murmured against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot where my pulse hammered wildly. "Every. Single. Day."

I gasped as his hands slid up my sides to cup my breasts through my blouse. "The feeling is mutual," I managed to say before his thumbs brushed over my hardened nipples, stealing my ability to form coherent thoughts.

With deft movements, Caesar unbuttoned my blouse, pushing it open to reveal my lace bra. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight. "Beautiful," he whispered reverently before leaning forward to trace the edge of the lace with his tongue.

I arched into him, grinding down instinctively against the hardness beneath me. His answering groan sent shivers down my spine.

"I need you," I whispered, fumbling with his belt. "Now."

Caesar didn’t need to be told twice. With swift, efficient movements, he pushed my skirt up around my waist and tore my lace panties away with one powerful rip. The sound of the delicate fabric giving way only heightened my arousal.

"You’re soaked for me," he growled, his fingers finding the evidence of my desire. He circled my entrance teasingly before sliding two fingers deep inside, making me cry out.

I worked his belt open and freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs, stroking his impressive length with trembling hands. Caesar hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Protection?" I managed to ask, my voice barely recognizable.

Caesar reached into the glove compartment with his free hand, producing a foil packet. "Always prepared," he said with a wicked grin that sent heat pooling low in my belly.

After quickly sheathing himself, Caesar positioned me over him, the blunt head of his arousal pressing against my entrance. Our eyes locked as I slowly sank down, taking him inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated within me.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel like heaven."

I began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that quickly had us both panting. The confined space of the car added to the illicit thrill, the windows beginning to fog as our passion intensified.

Caesar’s mouth found my breast, tugging a hardened peak between his teeth through the lace of my bra. The dual sensation of his mouth on my breast and his hardness stroking my inner walls had me spiraling toward release embarrassingly quickly.

"That’s it, baby," he encouraged, one hand sliding between us to circle the bundle of nerves at my center. "Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

His words pushed me over the edge, and I came apart in his arms, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cried out his name. Caesar held me through it, murmuring praise and endearments as I shuddered against him.

Before I could fully recover, he gripped my hips and began thrusting upward, setting a punishing pace that had me building toward another peak almost immediately. The car rocked slightly with the force of our movements, the leather seat creaking beneath us.

With a guttural groan, he pulled me down hard against him, burying himself to the hilt as his release overtook him. The feeling of him pulsing inside me triggered my second orgasm, and I collapsed against his chest, our hearts racing in tandem.

When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, I found my voice. "Is revealing your Wolf King identity publicly really okay?"

Caesar tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch impossibly gentle after our passionate encounter. "I’m ready to face those enemies head-on now. And I don’t want my Luna to be coveted by other Alphas. The Wolf King is possessive."

"I am yours," I confirmed, feeling Charna purring in agreement deep within me.

"Sylvia," Caesar said, his tone suddenly grave as he took my hands in his. "I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"In the coming days, you might hear things—about me, about my past. Promise me that no matter what comes to light, you’ll believe in us. In this." He brought our joined hands to his heart. "Promise you’ll trust that everything I’ve done has been for a reason."

A chill of unease ran down my spine. "You’re scaring me. What should I be worried about?"

"Nothing," he assured me quickly. "But power creates enemies, and those enemies will try to turn you against me. I need to know you’ll give me the chance to explain before you jump to conclusions."

I searched his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity and something that looked remarkably like fear.

"I promise," I told him firmly. "Whatever happens, whatever I hear, you’ll have the chance to explain."

Relief washed over his features as he pulled me close. "That’s all I ask."