Caesar's POV
That night, sleep evaded me. When I finally drifted off, I dreamed of gripping her waist, pulling her hard against me as I claimed what had always been mine. Her breathless "Daddy" echoing in my ears as I thrust into her tight heat...
I jolted awake, painfully hard and furious with my lack of control. Cursing under my breath, I stalked to the shower and turned the water to ice cold. "f*****g hell," I growled as the frigid spray hit my overheated skin.
It did nothing to help.
Sleep abandoned me completely. I left my bedroom and sank onto the couch, reaching for the suit jacket she'd covered herself with earlier. Her scent still clung to the fabric.
"Goddamn it, Viya," I muttered, my voice rough with need. "What are you doing to me?"
My wolf, Olsen, paced res
