Leo
The wedding reception continued until well past midnight, a blur of dancing, toasts, and celebration. But beneath my composed exterior, I was burning with primal need.
When I finally managed to pull Victoria away from yet another well-wisher, I whispered against her ear, "I think we've been social enough, sweetheart. Time for the real ceremony."
Her eyes darkened with desire as she looked up at me, her cheeks flushed from dancing and champagne. "Is that an order, Alpha?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.
"A request," I corrected, trailing my fingers down her bare arm. "Though I'm not above begging if necessary."
Victoria's laugh was like music. "That would be quite the sight—the mighty Alpha Leonardo Moretti on his knees."
"For you?" I pulled her closer, my hand
