Chapter 74

Caesar's POV I drained my glass in one swift motion, feeling the expensive liquor burn pleasantly down my throat. When I lowered the glass, I caught her staring at me with heat in those winter-blue eyes. That look—gods above—I recognized it instantly, the primal hunger mirroring what my wolf had been howling since the moment I'd scented her across the ballroom hours ago. Before I could second-guess myself, I reached out and slipped my arm around Sylvia's slender waist, drawing her against me until our bodies aligned perfectly. The contact sent electricity arcing through my veins. My True Mate. My perfect match. Three years I'd been searching, tracking rumors of the Frostfang heir who'd disappeared into Stoneclaw territory. Three years planning, maneuvering my empire into position to offer her everything she deserved when I finally found her. Now she was here, in my arms, looking at me with desire burning in her eyes. I watched, fascinated, as Sylvia's gaze dropped to my mouth, her thro