Page 10 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss

“Valentino,” I stutter, pressing my hand into the tiles in front of me when he starts to play with me. His cock dips between my thighs and teases my pussy. Every little thrust he does, I move back to meet him. I want him inside me. Need it. “Fuck me, please.”

“Is that what you need, sweetheart?” His voice is darker, an edge to it that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Need my dick?”

“Yes,” I groan, rising on my tiptoes to make the angle work.

In a rush, he turns the shower off and drags me out.

I barely have time to think, but the cold drip of my hair down my back turns my brain on enough to grab the towels hanging by the door.

Valentino doesn’t dry me off, doesn’t dry himself off, when he takes them from me.

He lays them out across the bed in a haphazard and perfunctory way.

The romance writer in me is more than a little put off by the practicality of this. My face must show it because Valentino chuckles. He cups both of my cheeks and kisses me. The heat is still there. His tongue delves into my mouth and teases mine until my fingernails are racking down his back.

“I want you on all fours, ass up, so I can watch your pretty pussy swallow my cock,” he says, lips bumping against mine. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I say a little too eagerly. The pounding, hips-slapping roughness that comes with taking a dick from behind makes my brain turn off. It’s a surefire way to make me cock drunk. It won’t necessarily lead to an orgasm though, and I want that. “Can I use my vibe?”

“Knew it was a good idea to break into your room. Yeah, grab it, baby.”

I dig it out of my suitcase. I know you can’t actually feel when a person is watching you, but my pussy feels Valentino’s eyes on my ass when I bend over. When I turn around, he’s lazily stroking and squeezing the base of his cock, a hungry look in his eyes.

“I’ll have that.” He takes the vibrating wand from me with his other hand. “Now, on your hands and knees.”

There is something not just revealing, but incredibly awkward about climbing onto a bed still dripping wet while a partner watches.

Not seeing him either makes me suddenly more self-conscious, but then I turn my head to see him grab two of the pillows from the top of the bed.

He folds one in half and slides it under me at my hips.

“Drop so your face is on the bed, sweetheart,” he instructs, and I follow instantly. “How’s this feel?”

He presses his hips into my ass, the head of his cock teasing my clit.

The pillow keeps me propped up and nestled at the perfect height.

Then he falls forward. Valentino traps me in this position with his lips pressed against my throat, hot breath tickling my skin.

His fingers entwine with mine and he stretches us forward .

Oh fuck.

“Do you need more support?”

Yes. Yes, oh my god. I need a fucking intervention before I do something crazy like profess my love for someone I met this morning. I’ve never had a partner provide this much attention to detail while also taking such a controlling role before. He grinds against me, waiting for me to answer.

“This is good,” I squeak when his tip teases my hole.

“That’s my girl.”

He kisses along my neck as he slides back to stand behind me. A chill rushes down my spine at the loss of heat. Valentino squeezes my hips and ass, spreading my cheeks wider. I flush under his inspection, but his groan makes it all worth it. The sound reverberates through my body right to my pussy.

“How do you feel about edging?” he asks as he presses a finger slowly into me.

“Not tried it,” I gasp. “Prefer coming a lot when I touch myself.”

He hums and fucks his finger into me slowly. For as rushed as we were to get into bed, he takes his time working me up. He eases a second finger into me carefully, like I’m not dripping arousal across him and the towels beneath us.

When his hand leaves my hip, I know what he’s doing. The sound of my wand turning on mixes with the wet sound of his fingers inside of me, and I shudder. My pussy clenches tight with anticipation.

“I’m going to tease you, but I want you to tell me when you’re close, baby. I don’t want you to finish until I say.”

“Why do you wanna torture me?” I tease.

Valentino chuckles but doesn’t answer. He presses the vibe onto my clit and my complaint crumbles. My body shakes and my fingers curl into the sheets as the imaginary coil in my core turns tighter. The wet sound of my pussy brings me higher and higher.

“Stop,” I whimper, as my core starts to tighten too much.

“Good girl.” Valentino takes the vibrator off my clit and removes his fingers. I groan at the emptiness. Unable to come, I can’t keep myself from squirming. He bites my ass and I want to wail. “One more time, and then I’ll fuck this perfect cunt.”

His fingers slide into me with ease and start pumping. I clench around them instantly. I’m already so close now my body hums with need. When Valentino curls his fingers down, they brush against my G-spot. I gasp loudly as it lights me up.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, right there.”

“Your pussy is gripping my fingers like a vise, baby,” he growls. “So fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to have my cock buried right here and feel you come. ”

The vibrator touches my clit, and my hand shoots back to signal for him to stop. I can’t get the words out as I nearly orgasm from the light pressure. Valentino moves quickly at my trembling hand. One second his fingers are inside of me and the next the tip of his cock is pushing into my pussy.

I choke as he bottoms out. His dick stretches me to my limit.

He is so deep inside me I feel it in my throat.

Unable to talk, to beg for more, to scream to the heavens about the godly cock they’ve gifted me.

Valentino grips my hips, and the pinpoints of pain where his nails dig into my skin cause stars to form behind my eyes.

“Your pussy,” he sighs. “Fits me so well, sweetheart. Fucking made to take my cock.”

He leans forward, bracing one forearm near my head.

My eyes roll back at the shift in position.

I’m not going to survive this. Every part of me tingles with the potential of us and what we’re doing.

My heart pounds a rhythm in my chest that makes me believe in fate.

That Valentino and I are meant to be together.

“Now be a good girl and let me breed this pussy.”

There aren’t words to describe what that does to me. I can’t explain how something that has never interested me before takes root in my brain and overwhelms me. The need to have Valentino’s cum coating my insides and keeping it inside of me is primal.

He fucks me hard, with a determination that has me believing he will breed me.

I gasp and moan with every slap of our bodies together.

His presence over me grows and grows until it feels like I’m drowning in him.

He overwhelms all parts of me. Every breath we share, every brush of our skin, sends me higher and higher.

Am I going to come just from penetration?

“Fuck, Cheyenne, you’re taking me so well, squeezing me,” he groans, pressing his lips into my shoulder. “Like you want me to fill your cunt with my baby. Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I say without any thought. “I need it.”

“You’re gonna get it, sweetheart. If it doesn’t work tonight, I’ll fuck you full again in the morning, and every day after that. Any chance you’ll have me, I’m going to bury my dick in your pussy until your belly is round and your tits are swollen with milk.”

Every word is gruff, heated and growly with tension that lines Valentino’s body.

I’m a mess, ruining the pillow he’s tucked under me and surely the towel too.

All the thoughts running through my brain are going through the same filter.

They are screaming for me to orgasm and take every drop of cum he can give me.

My mind only sees our completion as life-saving at this point .

“When you come, I want you to scream my name.”

It’s the only warning I get before my vibrator is pressed to my clit.

My body short-circuits, every limb shakes as the tight coil of arousal in my lower belly twists to the point of breaking.

I can’t feel anything, but the buzz of my toy working with the girth of Valentino’s cock stretching me impossibly wider.

Every stroke feels like he’s getting bigger and bigger, thrusting harder into my pussy.

There is a rush of pain when he buries himself a final time and starts rocking against me instead of pulling out again. The power of it mixed with the vibration on my clit makes my world explode. I scream for Valentino, my voice cracking as my words descend into a shout.

“That’s my good girl. That’s my mate,” he snarls in my ear.

He kisses my throat again, and then my world turns white.

Sounds and feelings disappear. All I know is that my body is sinking into warmth and euphoria.

I’m not sure how long I bask in the nothingness of it, but Valentino’s slow, deliberate kisses on my shoulder and neck raise me up.

His cock twitches inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out.

I’m at a loss for words. I should get up and go pee, clean up a little, but as Valentino rubs his hand down my side and hips, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.

There’s no quaking sensation when he touches the pudgy parts of me.

The world is quiet. It’s only the two of us and we’ve got nowhere to be.

For now, I let the anxiety of what could be drift away and focus on our connection.

On the magic of us.