Sylvia's POV:
The world was spinning pleasantly as Caesar's scent enveloped me. Through my alcohol-induced haze, I was acutely aware of his powerful body pressed against mine, his hands restraining my wandering fingers with gentle but unrelenting force.
"You're drunk, little wolf," he growled, but the sound only made my body heat up more.
"And you're too controlled," I shot back, surprising myself with my boldness. My wolf was closer to the surface than usual, making me reckless, wanting. "Always so perfect, so restrained... don't you ever just let go, Caesar?"
His eyes flashed gold at my challenge, and suddenly the air between us crackled with tension. "You don't want to test me right now, Sivi."
"Maybe I do." I arched against him, delighting in the way his breath caught.
