Page 11 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss

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Valentino

C heyenne snores.

It’s like an adorable little boat motor has cuddled into my side. But instead of a blade tearing my shins to pieces, it’s icy toes.

I couldn’t be happier.

After my knot finally deflated and my cock slipped free, I took a bit of time to get us ready for bed.

Between the bucket of cum leaking from her pussy and the blood on her shoulder, it probably would have been easier to shower again.

Cheyenne didn’t so much as stir though when I got out of bed, and I didn’t want to disrupt her sleep.

Plus, no reason to alarm her about the half-sealed mating bond on her shoulder. That can wait until she wakes up and it’s all healed. A few warm washcloths later she was cleaned up. I tossed the bloody, torn towel into the bin and the cum-soaked one into the bathroom.

Then she rolled into my side the moment I got us under the covers.

I haven’t slept this well in years. Not because of any sort of qualms about my life choices necessarily, but there is a sense of fulfilment and wholeness with my mate in my arms at last. The morning light begins to peek through the heavy curtains, but I don’t want to get up yet.

My claiming mark on her shoulder has healed completely, another sign she is my mate if the instant need for her wasn’t enough.

Her heart beats with mine now, strong and steady.

The closer we’re together, the clearer our physical connection will be.

Dad always said he could sense from a mile away if Mom was coming home spitting mad or happy as a lamb.

Andrea and Junelle are the same, they can read the other’s emotions based on physical reactions.

It was funny at the start of their relationship watching them fumble through it.

No doubt we’ll have our moments to look back on and laugh at too.

Cheyenne does a little huff in her sleep when I finally extract myself. I pull on my clothes haphazardly, stopping every few moments to kiss her mark, her forehead, her cheek. I can’t fucking stop myself. I’m too damn happy.

Once I’m out of her room, I pull out my phone. Sure enough, my family is my family, and there are a double-digit number of messages. While most I give a cursory glance, I do read a few.

Andrea: do we even need this meeting?

Dino: can I start having meetings when I get laid?

Junelle: I’m putting all of you on a sex ban.

Cristina: agreed. I need my fucking beauty sleep

Marcello: we should really upgrade the soundproofing

Ugo: I’ve already cut off my ears

Andrea: not your special ears D:

Marcello: but who will listen to my beautiful singing now?

Ugo: bonus :D

Cristina: me next

Junelle: me three pls

Me: Gimme 15 and I’ll see you all in the dining room. Someone make sure Nonna has her coffee.

I see most of these smug fuckers in the hallway on my way to my suite, but not everyone is as vocal as those five.

Plus, there is the fact that everyone at home will need to be informed, but that can wait until we are stateside again.

Mating Cheyenne now has led to more admin than I was expecting, but I suppose I’m not missing the introductions back home.

Seeing a new business associate or other mafia syndicate and being able to introduce her as my mate will be a treat I savour until my dying breath.

A quick shower and a fresh set of clothes later, I’m taking my seat at the head of the dining table.

Nonna wraps her dressing gown tightly around her shoulders, as if it isn’t hotter than sin, and takes slow sips of her cappuccino while we wait for a few of the men from security to come in.

All in all, we squeeze about forty-six people in here.

Besides myself and our matriarch at the opposite end, Marcello, Cristina, Ugo, and Andrea sit at the table. The chair to my right is empty for Luca, though he’s still in Naples. The others also remain empty for the capos and enforcers we left in charge at home.

Junelle leans against the back of Andrea’s chair with a tired but very hopeful look in her eye. I have no intention of following a sex ban, but maybe for the sake of the bride I’ll move my plans for Cheyenne tonight to my suite so we are further away.

I wonder if she’s ever worn a gag before.

“As you’re all mostly aware of what happened last night, I want to confirm that Cheyenne and I are now mated.”

A short round of congratulations and hugging wakes everyone up slightly. For the wolves in the family, they aren’t too surprised, but for the human partners in attendance, this is fresh and exciting news.

“Is it too early for limoncello and prosecco?” someone asks.

“Yes,” I say quickly. “Cheyenne doesn’t know the full extent of what she’s been brought into, so please just continue as you were.”

“But with earplugs,” Marcello jokes.

There is a good-natured laugh around the table, but my eye connects with Nonna. She smiles into her drink but doesn’t say anything. I’ll take her subtle approval over the cheering congratulations any day.

A stirring sensation in my chest forces me up and out of my chair. I don’t even bother saying goodbye or see you later. The wolf rises in me, directing me to go to my mate immediately.

I have enough sense not to return empty-handed and grab the first thing I can from the kitchen before I’m practically running down the hall. My shoes crack against the tile as the stirring turns to a dull ache.

What in the fuck is happening?

I hear the shower running before I’m even in the room. It doesn’t stop me from bursting through the door. I drop everything and, without thinking, step into the shower where Cheyenne is crying.

She jumps, and the spike of her fear makes me flatten my proverbial ears and tuck my tail. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into my chest.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What the hell happened?” I demand.

“It’s stupid,” she says with a sob. “I’m just PMSing or something. Please don’t think I’m crazy.”

“Tell me.” I bite back a growl. She’s not hurt, there’s no one to kill, but I’m struggling to stay in control and human.

Cheyenne pulls back and looks me in the eye. It’s been a morning of looks and staring contests. I need words.

“Tell. Me.” My hand curls around the back of her neck and I squeeze .

“I woke up alone and felt shitty. I know we joked about breakfast, but it just…” Her bottom lip trembles again. “Stupid, I know.”

Every fibre of my being wants to wolf out.

I want to expose every secret I have to reassure my mate that she won’t ever be truly alone again.

That she will never be without me. The mark on her shoulder is barely visible, she probably doesn’t know it’s there, but I do.

Soon she’ll understand the importance of it.

I settle for a kiss. One that is hot and claiming as I try to convey how much I feel for her. Cheyenne moans into my mouth, and I have half a mind to drop to my knees right here and show her where I want to spend my every waking moment.

“Oh my god, your clothes,” she suddenly gasps and pushes on me. “Did you even drop your phone?”

“No.” I smile. “Because all that mattered to me after my morning meeting was getting back to my girl. And it seemed like you needed my reassurance.”

I don’t give a fuck if my entire wardrobe goes up in flames right now. Cheyenne turns off the shower and starts removing my clothes. My cock takes a keen interest in this turn of events. Her hands smooth over my chest hair, and when she drops to her knees, I nearly croak.

“Fuck, you look good down there,” I groan .

She scrunches her eyebrows together and then looks at the hard outline of my dick in these linen trousers. Summer suits are essential for staying cool, but fuck can they make a man’s ego grow. The look on Cheyenne’s face nearly has me blowing my load.

Be polite, tell her to ignore it or something. She doesn’t need to do anything she isn’t up for.

“What I wouldn’t give to see those pretty lips wrapped around me,” I say instead, cupping her cheek.

“Tell me.” She half smiles, using my own two words against me now.

“You trying to bribe me, honey?”

“No, I’m just curious. What do you think a blow job from me would cost?” She pulls my soaked phone from my pocket and slides it away from all the wet. That thing is fucked, but I’ll get Marcello to put my SIM into a burner. “Me sucking your dick is for my pleasure.”

“Dirty girl,” I mutter.

She peels my pants down, cock bobbing up and down with how hard it is. Cheyenne swallows the head, tongue teasing the underside. She closes her eyes as she starts to work my dick. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so fucking gorgeous and all mine.

“At least a fifty-k allowance, a portion of my house, and my undying loyalty.”

I start listing off all the things I plan to give her once we are back in Tolson.

With each new gift or shared interest, she sucks a little more.

Every date idea I come up with, she sucks me down harder.

When she gags, her throat constricts around my cock, and heat builds too quickly in my balls and at the base of my spine.

“Baby,” I pant, the scent of her arousal overwhelming me, “I’m gonna come.”

She doesn’t slow down or pull back. My knot is swollen and throbbing.

Thank fuck she’s not looking at me. Her hands find leverage on my ass, and she gives me a hard squeeze that practically surprises the orgasm out of me.

Shocks shoot through me and out my dick as Cheyenne swallows every drop of my cum.

My knot deflates quickly without the pressure of my mate’s pussy keeping it warm and sensitive. She pulls back as a final spurt of cum lands on her cheek.

“How much fruit do you eat?” She giggles and swipes her finger over her cheek, popping it into her mouth. My eyes practically roll back. “I’ve never actually enjoyed swallowing before.”

“I eat enough.” But it helps that we’re supernaturally matched and mated.