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Caesar stares at me, his eyes wide.

'Pardon?'

Fuck it, best to go with it now.

'You're hot,' I tell him again.

He narrows his eyes at me. 'You better not be using flattery to make me forgive you.'

'Forgive me? You said you weren't mad,' I pout at him.

He rolls his eyes. 'I'm not mad. I'm disappointed that you put yourself at risk like that. You were vulnerable, out in public and being that drunk.'

'It was fun.'

His eyes soften. 'I know. That's why I'm not mad.'

'And your guards were there.'

'True.' He thinks about it and then shrugs. 'I'm not upset. I'm glad you're home.'

I smile at him and rest my chin on my hand. 'Me, too.'

The timer on the oven starts going off, pinging rhythmically.

'Chips?'

Caesar smirks. 'Chips.'

My mate watches me with an amused smile on his lips as I clear the plate of chips in front of me. I pick up each chip individually, dunk it in the mayo and shove it in my mouth, chewing contently whilst Caesar watches.

'You're the best,' I mumble through a mouthful of carbs.

When I've eaten, he takes the plate off me and guides me over to the sofa. I'm starting to feel sleepy, something tells me I'm going to miss dinner tonight.

Caesar sits down with me, still watching me like I might pass out at any minute. He strokes my hair back from my face and I nuzzle into his hand, closing my eyes. Encouraged by my response, Caesar brings me closer to him and I cuddle into his side.

I rest my head on his chest and savour everything about him.

'You always smell so good,' I mumble against his shirt.

He chuckles and the vibration goes through my cheek. 'I'm made to smell good to you. It's your head playing tricks on you.'

'Are you saying you usually smell bad?'

He chuckles again and kisses the top of my head. 'I hope not.'

I look up at him and our eyes lock. Why is he so attractive?

I don't realise that I've leaned in until Caesar starts to lean back. The painful pang of rejection hits me hard and my face contorts in pain. Caesar moves forward quickly and takes me into his arms, trying to relieve the sting.

'I'm sorry, agapoúla mou, but I think you'll want to be sober for our first kiss,' he soothes softly.

I scoff into his shirt but make no comment. He's right, annoyingly.

At some point, his humming and steady heartbeat lulls me to sleep.

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At some point, Caesar must have carried me upstairs and put me into bed. I wake up alone in the guest room with the hangover from hell. My head feels like someone has tied an elastic band around it and is slowly tightening it.

I sit up and immediately regret it. The room spins and my stomach turns. I rush into the bathroom just in time to hurl my guts up in the toilet.

I groan and lay my forehead on the toilet seat; totally unhygienic. I wipe my mouth with some tissue and flush the toilet. Caesar appears in the doorway with one of my hair bobbles and a glass of water. I thank him and proceed to down the entire glassful.

'Go slow,' he urges me.

He helps me get to my feet and back into bed. I roll into my back and look at him.

'Are you not going to tell I was stupid or lecture me on the consequences of drinking?' I ask weakly.

Caesar frowns. 'My mate is in pain. That means I am in pain, too. I hate to see you like this.'

His words are sweet and surprising. 'I'm sorry.'

'Don't apologise, I'm glad you had a good time. I'll be back in a minute.'

He returns less than a minute later with some painkillers and a refilled glass of water.

'I've cooked breakfast. When you think you're ready, let me know and I'll bring it up for you.'

My empty stomach rumbles. Sometimes, food is the cure to a hangover.

'I'd like to try eating, please.'

Caesar brings me up a tray full of food. The smell doesn't make my stomach flip, but it does make my mouth water. He sits at the end of the bed and watches me eat with a smile on his face.

He gets a call as I'm finishing up, clearing the plate eagerly. He is needed at the border.

'Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself? I don't like leaving you alone when you're unwell. I can invite my beta over.'

The thought of someone else witnessing this hangover is not pleasant one.

'I'm not unwell, I'm hungover, Caesar. This is totally self-inflicted. I'll be fine, don't worry about me.'

His eyes soften. 'I can't help it, agapoúla mou, it's what I do.'

'Well, stop. Go be Alpha.'

'Can I get you anything before I go?'

'No! I'm honestly okay, thank you.'

He leans over and kisses my forehead. 'Feel better, I should be back in time for dinner.'

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I spend the day moping around Caesar's house. I take a shower after lunch and start to feel like myself again. My headache clears up and my usual hangover symptom kicks in...arousal. With Caesar away, I sit fantasising about him. My imagination gets away from me and soon, my panties are wet and I'm frustrated.

When it gets to early evening, I decide to thank him for looking after me by cooking dinner for the both of us. Although it's nice, having him take care of me, I love cooking, too.

Dinner is on the table when he comes through the door. He is pleasantly surprised to see that I have cooked for us. We eat together and he tells me about his day. He tells me about what is going on with the pack. When I am Luna, I will be involved in all of this, he says. He wants me to be in the know.

I try to listen, I really do. My mind won't let me concentrate 100%. In the back of my mind's eye, my brain loads up naughty images and scenes of everything I'd like to do to him.

'Why are you looking at me like that?' Caesar asks huskily from across the table.

Instead of replying, I stand up and walk over to his side. He pushes his chair back from the table, allowing me to straddle him. He watches me with wide eyes as I place my hand on the back of his neck and push gently. As I pull him towards me, I lean in to kiss him.

Our lips meet and he groans against my lips. The kiss does nothing to douse the fire burning inside me. In fact, it only adds fuel to the flames. I grind on his lap and his hands instantly go to my hips to still my movements.

'Are you sure?' He asks against my lips.

I kiss him harder to prove a point. 'Yes,' I whisper and then resume kissing him.

I lift up his t-shirt and he takes it off, giving my nosy hands full access to his chest. As they explore, his hands caress my body with much more patience and control.

My hands slide down to the zipper on his trousers. I eagerly undo them and slip my hand into his boxers. He grunts against my mouth as I grip his length and give it a few testing strokes. Satisfied with his hardness, I pull his cock properly free from his trousers.

I let the heavy length lie against his stomach and reach under my dress to take off my panties. Caesar watches with wide eyes as I discard the underwear on the floor and settle myself back on his lap.

He slowly moves his hand under the dress to feel between my legs. A low growl leaves his mouth at the feel of how wet I am for him. I move higher and rub my wet pussy lips up and down his cock.

Now that he is as riled up as me, I position his cock at my entrance. Our eyes meet as I gradually sink down on his dick. He slides in inch by inch. We both sigh as he finally fills me.

'Camisa,' he says my name as a growl. 'You feel...fuck, you feel incredible.'

'So do you,' I gasp.

With my feet planted firmly on the tiled floor, I start to ride him. I grip his shoulders and use my thighs to lift myself up and down. It is a maddening, steady pace that has my toes curling against the tiles.

Caesar's eyes land on my neck. I know exactly what he wants, so I turn my face to the side and give him full access. He kisses the thin skin on my throat and that itself feels incredible. I mirror his actions with his neck, finding the right spot.

We mark each other at the same time, spurring on our climaxes and completing our mating.

His eyes are hazy with love and desire as he looks at me. 'Congratulations, Luna,' he murmurs huskily.

First things first, round two.

Second thing? Open a discussion about abolishing capital punishments in this pack.

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Totally disappointed with this ending but I haven't got anymore in me. I'm currently writing a new story for Radish and it's slowly killing me lol 😂

Happy Hump day, angels. L x