Page 10 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Maid (My Grumpy Werewolf Boss #6)

DEAN

I watched her from the kitchen, my fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on the polished counter. How had this happened? Three months ago, my sanctuary had been a fortress of solitude, exactly how I wanted it. Now? Now it felt empty without her laughter echoing off the walls, without her gentle presence filling the spaces I hadn't even realized were vacant. My wolf whined whenever she left, counting the minutes until her return. We'd both grown addicted to her, and that terrified me more than any threat my family could devise.

The light caught the soft highlights in Nina's hair as she sat cross-legged on my Italian leather couch, transforming her mousy brown locks into a warm honey color. The spicy aroma of pad thai and green curry still lingered in the air, mixing with her intoxicating natural scent. The remains of our takeout dinner littered the coffee table, forgotten as I watched her laugh at something Jenkins had said. Her presence in my space made my wolf restless, eager to claim what we both knew was ours.

"Jenkins, dim the lights thirty percent," I said, settling beside her. The AI complied, and soft jazz began playing through the speakers.

"Trying to set a mood, Mr. Nightfang?" Jenkins quipped. "Might I suggest some romantic—"

I groaned. "Mute audio interface."

Nina's laugh was musical. "Poor Jenkins. He's just trying to help."

"You're defending my AI now?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Should I be jealous?"

"Well, he does clean up after himself," she teased. Her eyes sparkled at me. "And he never leaves coffee mugs in weird places."

"That was one time."

"I found three mugs in your server room yesterday."

"I was coding! And they were from different days," I protested, but her laugh made my heart skip. Even my wolf loved that sound, perking up like a puppy at the mere hint of her joy.

She shifted on the couch, tucking her feet under her like a contented cat. Her shoulder brushed mine, and my nostrils flared involuntarily. Each inhale made my canines ache, and the urge to mark and claim her grew stronger with every heartbeat.

The instinct to claim warred with a deeper, more unsettling emotion. Fear. Not of her, never of her, but of what she represented. Hope was dangerous in my world. Hope made you vulnerable, gave your enemies leverage. I'd spent years building walls, creating systems, protecting myself from exactly this kind of attachment. But Nina had walked through every defense like they were made of mist, and now I couldn't imagine rebuilding those walls even if I wanted to.

"You're doing that thing again," Nina said, tilting her head.

"What thing?"

"That intense stare, like you're trying to solve a puzzle." She poked my chest playfully. "It's a little unnerving."

I forced myself to blink, to look away from the pulse point at her throat that beckoned my wolf. "Just thinking."

"You know, for someone who created such a snarky AI, you're awfully serious."

"I wasn't always." The words escaped before I could stop them. Something about her presence made me want to share the darkness I'd kept locked away.

The warmth in her eyes undid me. There were no calculations, no hidden agendas. Just pure, genuine care that made my practiced defenses crumble. My wolf recognized what my human side struggled to accept. She saw us, truly saw us, and stayed anyway. That simple acceptance was more addictive than any drug.

"Tell me?" She reached for my hand.

I stared at our joined hands, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine. How could something so simple feel so right? "My family, they're not good people, Nina. The Nightfang name carries weight in certain circles, but not the kind anyone should be proud of."

"Is that why you hide away up here?" Her voice held no judgment.

"Partly." I traced patterns on her palm, gathering my courage. My wolf urged me to trust her, to let her in. "I built this company to be everything they're not. Legitimate, beneficial to society. But they see it as a betrayal."

Nina shifted closer, her warmth seeping into my side. "Is that why Rafe was trying to sabotage you?"

"Rafe always wanted to be our father's favorite." Bitterness crept into my voice. "When I left, it should have been his chance." I swallowed hard against old pain. "But our mother still thinks I'll come back and take my rightful place in the family business."

"Which is?"

"Nothing legal." I met her eyes, searching for fear, but finding only curiosity. "They're organized crime, Nina. The kind that makes headlines when things go wrong. I couldn't be part of that."

She squeezed my hand. "So you chose a different path."

"I chose to be alone." The words tasted like ash. "Safer that way. For everyone."

"And how's that working out for you?" A hint of challenge colored her voice as she shifted to face me fully. In the dim light, her green eyes sparkled with determination.

My lips twitched despite myself. "Not as well as planned, apparently."

She smiled, the sight making my wolf strain against the chains of my self-control. "Good."

My muscles coiled tight with restraint, every fiber of my being hyper-aware of her presence. The slight shift of her weight made the leather creak, the sound unnaturally loud to my sensitive ears. Her breathing had grown shallow, her pulse jumping visibly at the delicate hollow of her throat. Heat radiated from her skin, calling to me like a beacon.

Nina's cheeks flushed pink. The sweet scent of her arousal mingled with her natural fragrance, hitting me like a shot of whiskey, intoxicating and dangerous.

"Dean?" Her voice came out husky, uncertain.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Give me a minute."

"No." Her hand found my jaw, surprisingly steady. "Let me see."

"You should be afraid of me," I whispered, even as I leaned closer. My wolf's instincts screamed to claim her, mark her, make her ours.

"I'm not."

"You should run."

Her hand came up to cup my cheek, her touch burning through me. "I'm done running."

The last thread of my control snapped. I pulled her into my lap, claiming her mouth in a desperate kiss. She melted against me, her soft curves fitting perfectly against my hard planes. My wolf howled in triumph as she threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.

"Nina," I groaned against her lips, my voice rough with need. "You don't know what you do to me."

She rocked against me, drawing a growl from deep in my chest. "Show me."

I stood, lifting her with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to my bedroom. She looked up at me with trust and desire in her eyes, and something in my chest cracked open.

"Let me take care of you," I whispered, bending to kiss her neck where my mark would go.

She arched into my touch, sighing my name. "Please."

As I laid Nina down on my bed, and removed her clothes, every inch of her skin seemed to glow under the city lights filtering through the windows. Her hair spread out around her like a halo, and her eyes, those captivating green eyes, looked up at me with trust and desire.

I leaned over her, devouring her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and yielding, her taste addictive. She moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers sinking under my T-shirt and tracing the lines of my muscles. I growled low in my throat, shucking off my top. I wanted to be skin to skin with her. Needed it.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down her jaw, her neck, lingering at the pulse point. Her heartbeat quickened, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, intoxicating me. I continued my journey down, nipping at her collarbone, then lower, until I reached the swell of her breasts. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, my fingers teasing the other. Nina arched into me, her breath coming in gasps.

"Dean," she whispered, her voice thick with need.

I smiled against her skin and moved lower, kissing every inch of her as if it were sacred ground. When I reached her hips, I gripped them firmly, holding her in place. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest. She was mine now, and I was going to claim her pleasure as my own. "I want to taste you, Nina."

She bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks, but she nodded. I slid my hands under her, squeezing her ass, and lifted her to me. She gasped in surprise, then let out a moan as I buried my face between her thighs. I dove between her thighs, my tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy.

She cried out, her body bucking against my hold, but I didn't let go. I licked and sucked, my tongue circling that sensitive bud relentlessly. Her hands fisted in my hair, trying to pull me away even as her hips pressed closer.

"Oh God, Dean," she panted, her body trembling as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. She was close, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. "Dean, it's too much," she panted. Her body tensed and quivered, but I didn't stop. I growled against her, the vibration sending shudders through her body. Her protests turned to moans, then screams as I forced her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a storm.

But I didn't release her. I continued to lap at her, my grip on her hips unyielding. She thrashed against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Dean, please, I can't. Not again," she begged, her voice hoarse.

I lifted my head just enough to meet her gaze, my eyes fierce with determination. "Yes, you can," I growled. "You're mine, Nina. Your pleasure is mine to control."

She bit her lip, her eyes glazed with a mix of desire and disbelief. But she didn't fight me as I lowered my head again, my tongue delving into her folds, tasting her release. She was swollen and sensitive, her body trembling with every touch. I didn't relent. My tongue circled her clit as my fingers slid into her, stroking her inner walls.

Her protests turned to whimpers, then moans, then screams once more as I forced her over the edge a second time. Her body convulsed, her release flooding my tongue. I drank her in, my wolf howling in satisfaction.

Only then did I release her hips, my body moving up to cover hers. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in slow, deep gasps. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around me, holding me close.

"Your turn," she whispered, pushing at my shoulders until I was sitting up. She sat up with me, her lips trailing down my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. When she reached the waistband of my pants, she looked up at me, a mischievous grin on her face.

"May I?" she asked, her fingers playing with the button. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as she slowly undid my pants, her fingers brushing against my hard cock. She slid my pants down, licking her lips as she looked at me, hunger in her eyes.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking me gently. I groaned, my head falling back as she began to explore, her fingers tracing the veins, her thumb circling the head. Wrapping her hand around me, her fingers didn't even touch. "You're so big," she murmured, her voice filled with awe and a hint of worry. "I don't know if I can take all of you."

I looked down at her, my eyes dark with lust. "You will," I growled. "You'll take every inch of me, Nina. You'll stretch for me, and you'll love it."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide, but she leaned forward, taking the head of my cock into her mouth. I hissed, my hands fisting in her hair as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around me. She took me deeper, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate my size. I could feel the back of her throat, and I pushed gently, wanting to feel her take all of me.

She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. She looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pushed herself to take more. I groaned, the sight of her struggling to take me sending waves of pleasure through me.

"That's it, baby," I rasped, my voice rough with desire. "Take it all. Take every inch of me."

She choked slightly, her body convulsing as she fought to take me deeper. I could feel her throat constricting around me, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through me. She pulled back slightly, gasping for breath, before diving back down, taking me even deeper.

I began to fuck her throat, my hands holding her head in place as I thrust into her. She took it, took all of me, her eyes watering, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I imagined filling her mouth with my cum, pictured pearly white drops of my seed running from the corners of her lips and dripping onto her breasts.

"Fuck, Nina," I groaned, my body tense with pleasure. "Your throat is so tight. How am I going to fit inside your pussy if you're this snug?" But I didn't want to come like this. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her heat around me. I pulled her off me, my breath coming in sharp breaths. She looked up at me, her lips swollen and wet, a question in her eyes.

"Not yet," I growled, flipping her onto her back. I leaned over her, grabbing a small bottle of lube from the drawer beside the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the silver plug in my hand, but there was curiosity there too, and trust.

"Trust me?" I asked, rubbing the lube onto the plug. She nodded, her breath coming faster. I smiled, leaning down to kiss her deeply. "Good girl," I murmured against her lips.

I moved back, lifting her legs until her knees were at her chest. I rubbed the lube onto her, my fingers circling her tight hole. She gasped, her body tensing slightly, but she didn't pull away. I slipped a finger in, working her slowly until she relaxed around me. Then, I slipped the plug in, her body tensing for a moment before accepting it.

"Oh God," she moaned, her eyes closed, her body shaking slightly. I kissed her inner thigh, then moved up, kissing her deeply.

"You're so beautiful like this," I whispered, positioning myself at her entrance. Her eyes opened, locking onto mine as I slowly pushed into her. She was tight, her body adjusting to the feel of me and the plug inside of her at the same time. She gasped, her nails digging into my arms as I filled her completely.

I began to move, my strokes slow at first, giving her time to adjust. But as her body relaxed, and her moans grew louder, I picked up the pace. I could feel the plug inside her, the fullness intensifying every sensation. She clung to me, her body writhing beneath mine.

I shifted my angle, driving into her harder, deeper. She cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets. I growled, my wolf surging to the surface, the need to dominate her overwhelming. I lifted my hand, bringing it down on her ass with a sharp smack. She gasped, her body clenching around me, increasing my pleasure.

"Dean," she moaned, her eyes wide with surprise and desire. I smacked her again, the sound echoing through the room. Her walls squeezed around me again, her cries growing louder.

I began to fuck her harder, my hand coming down on her ass again and again. Each smack sent a shot of pleasure through me. I could feel my control slipping, my wolf demanding more.

I reached down, my fingers finding the plug. I twisted it, pushing it deeper into her. She screamed, her pussy bearing down on my shaft. I could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

Faster and faster, I fucked her, my body slamming into hers, the plug hitting with each thrust. I twisted it again, sending her over the edge. She came hard, her entire body seizing and convulsing, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

As she came back down, she stared at me with surprise. "Dean, what's happening?" she whispered, her body tensing slightly as she felt the swell beginning to form at the base of my cock.

I kissed her deeply, my tongue delving into her mouth. "It's my knot, Nina," I growled against her lips. "It's how my wolf claims you fully."

Her eyes widened, but there was no fear, only curiosity and trust. I began to move inside her again, my thrusts slow and steady, giving her time to adjust to the growing pressure.

She moaned, her pussy pulled to the limits to accommodate the swelling, her inner walls clamping down on me.

"Oh God, Dean," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "It's so big. I don't know if I can take any more."

I growled, the sensation of her tight heat enveloping my knot sending waves of pleasure through me. "That's it, baby," I rasped. "Take it all. Take my knot."

She whimpered, her body squirming beneath mine as I pushed deeper, the knot growing larger, locking us together. She was so snug, so hot, her sheath gripping me like a vice. I could feel every ripple of her inner walls, every pulse of her heartbeat.

"Dean," she moaned, her body tense with pleasure and pain. "It's too much. I can't."

"You can," I growled, my voice fierce with possession.

I began to thrust harder, my body slamming into hers, the knot stretching her wide. She screamed, her orgasm crashing through her. I could feel her release, her sex milking my cock, pulling me deeper.

The pressure in my knot was overwhelming, the swelling and burning intensifying with each thrust. I could feel the ropes of cum building, ready to explode, ready to claim her completely. My wolf howled in my mind, the need to possess her, to fill her with our seed, all-consuming.

"Mine," I growled, my voice barely human. "You're mine, Nina. Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Mine to claim."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with love and trust. "Yours," she whispered. "I'm yours, Dean."

Those words sent me over the edge. With a roar, I slammed into her one last time, swelling to my full size, locking us together completely. I snarled, my wolf surging to the surface, the need to claim her overwhelming. My canines lengthened, and I leaned down, my teeth scraping against her neck. She tilted her head, giving me access, trusting me completely. I bit down, marking her as mine forever. She cried out one last time as she came hard, pulling me over the edge with her.

Ropes of thick, hot cum burst out, bathing her womb, claiming her as mine. I could feel it, the moment my seed hit her inner walls, the moment my claim took root. My wolf howled in triumph, the bond between us strengthening, snapping into place. I could feel her, her pleasure, her pain, her love. It was overwhelming and exhilarating.

As we came down from our high, I slowed my thrusts, my body still throbbing with pleasure. I could feel my knot pulsing, the pressure slowly easing as I filled her completely. I could feel the heat of my release, the scent of us mingling. It was the most intoxicating aroma in the world.

"Mine," I growled, my voice a possessive rumble. "You're mine, Nina. Forever."

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. "Forever," she whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment. She was mine, now and forever. And I was hers.

I rolled us, pulling her onto my chest. She snuggled into me, her breath coming in slow and deep. I could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong against mine. I reached down, gently pulling the plug from her. She gasped, fluttering around me one last time. My knot deflated, and I finally slipped out of her channel. Our combined pleasures rushed out of her, spilling onto our thighs. I reached down, my fingers tracing the edges of her folds, gathering our mixed essence. She looked up at me, her eyes widening as I brought my fingers to her lips.

"Taste us," I growled, my voice rough with desire. She hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick my fingers clean of our milky slickness. The sight sent a fresh wave of desire through me.

"I love you, Nina," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. But I didn't want to take them back. I wanted her to know, to understand how much she meant to me.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft with love and tears. "I love you too, Dean," she whispered, snuggling back into my chest.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside faded away. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. Nina's finger traced idle patterns across my chest, following the silvery scars that marked old battles. Each gentle touch sent ripples of contentment through my body. The wolf, now satiated, purred in contentment. The usual restlessness, the constant war between man and beast, settled into peaceful coexistence for the first time in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" she murmured, her breath warm against my shoulder.

"How quiet it is." The words came slowly as I tried to explain this new sensation. "In here." I tapped my temple.

She propped herself up on an elbow, moonlight catching the amber highlights in her hair. "Is that unusual?"

"Unprecedented." I caught her wandering hand, pressing it flat against my heart. "You quiet the storm."

Her lips curved. "The big bad billionaire, tamed by little old me?"

A growl rumbled in my chest as I rolled us, pinning her beneath me. "I wouldn't go that far."

"No?" She arched an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in her eyes. "Because from where I'm lying..."

I silenced her with a kiss, drinking in her laughter. When I pulled back, her eyes were soft with something that made my chest ache.

"Is that your solution to winning all arguments?" she asked, breathless.

"Only with you." I nuzzled her neck, inhaling our mingled scents. "Only ever you."

She propped herself up on an elbow, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. "What happens now?"

I brushed a strand behind her ear, savoring the silky texture. "Now I protect what's mine." My wolf pushed the words out, fierce and certain.

She settled against my chest, her heartbeat steady against mine. My arms tightened around her instinctively.

A text notification buzzed on my phone, but I ignored it. It was probably Levi with more smartass commentary about falling for my housekeeper. It could wait. Nothing existed outside of the miracle of Nina choosing to stay.

"Sleep," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. My wolf settled, content to guard her rest. "I've got you."

She mumbled something unintelligible, already drifting off. I stayed awake, watching the rise and fall of her chest, memorizing every detail of this perfect moment before reality crashed back in. The soft curve of her cheek, the fan of her lashes, the way her hand curled trustingly against my chest, all of it seared into my memory.

Tomorrow, we'd face Rafe, Sean, and whatever else the world threw at us. My enemies would see her as a weakness to exploit. They didn't understand that she was my strength. My wolf growled at the thought of anyone threatening her. Let them try. They'd learn exactly how dangerous a lone wolf could be when protecting his mate.