Chapter 172

Sylvia's POV I melted into Caesar's kiss, feeling his hands trace down my sides, leaving trails of heat that sparked something primal within me. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, recognizing her mate with a hungry whine that echoed through my mind. "What about dinner?" I gasped when he finally pulled back, his crimson eyes now burning with something far more urgent than hunger for food. "I see something much more appetizing right in front of me," he growled, his voice dropping to that deep, possessive tone that never failed to make my core clench with need. Before I could respond, he'd lifted me effortlessly into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against me as he carried me toward our dining room. "Wait," I whispered against his ear, remembering suddenly. "Helena—" Caesar paused, his jaw tensing at the mention of his childhood friend who had been staying with us for the past week. Helena had made no secret of her f