Page 15 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss

Chapter twelv e

Cheyenne

I wake up with a mouth between my legs.

Valentino holds my thighs close to his head, using one of them as a pillow as he lazily kisses along my labia. My breath catches in my throat as his nose bumps against my clit. This is a completely new experience for me, and it might have unlocked a new kink.

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs, voice still rough with sleep. “Couldn’t stop myself from getting a taste of you.”

All I can muster is a small, affirmative noise.

A blush spreads across my face as I think about how long he could have been down there.

Was it seconds? Or has Valentino been slowly coaxing the arousal out of me?

My body thrums with pleasure, with a soft burning need that makes me think he’s been sipping me like a fine wine.

“Is this okay?” He pushes up on his elbow until he can meet my gaze. There isn’t a hint of teasing or a smirk on his lips. He’s checking in on my boundaries, because even though this wasn’t a hard limit for me two days ago when we had a fast rundown of kinks, I could have changed my mind.

How wrong that assumption is though.

“S’good,” I swallow. “Please don’t stop.”

He groans, diving back between my legs with vigour. My fingers curl into the sheet beneath me as he flicks my clit with his tongue. I want more, I want to feel Valentino on top of me again and drown in his body heat. My muscles wake up, tensing and flexing, as my need to climax builds quickly.

“More,” I whimper.

“So greedy in the morning.” His heated breath makes my skin tingle.

A solitary finger slips inside me like dipping an ice cream cone in hot fudge. Valentino slowly strokes the wall of my pussy with slick ease. His tongue scrapes over my clit and my back arches. This isn’t enough to snap the coil tightening in my lower belly.

It just makes me squirm.

“Valentino,” I huff. “Fuck me.”

He pushes a second finger into me as a response. Those two fingers stretch me, but they don’t make me as full as his cock did. This isn’t anything compared to the stretch of his shaft, the pulsing heat from it. I want that, damn it.

“If you don’t put your dick in me” – I grab hold of his hair – “I will find someone who will.”

He snarls, like my words have awoken a beast inside of him.

Before I can even take my next breath, he cages me in.

His body pins me to the bed, the crushing weight of him trapping me with my legs spread wide open.

He holds still over me, just far enough so my eyes don’t cross when I look into the burning heat of his.

“Who owns this pussy?” he demands, harsh breaths fanning across my face. His cock hovers in front of my entrance. I flex my hips, trying to fuck myself, but he doesn’t let me. “Answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Me. Now fuck me.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, but he moves at just the right time. He thrusts and angles himself so the tip of his cock presses against my clit. I groan in frustration.

“We can do this all morning, Cheyenne. Hell, I could spend all day teasing you and we can just skip a nice day at the pier.”

He knows what he’s doing. I won’t miss time with Junelle.

But I need his dick inside me. I’m not sure what has come over me, but I can’t bring myself to taunt him.

The words float through my mind, but not past my lips.

They part and nothing comes out because I need him to fill me. I need his cum inside of me again.

“Who owns this pussy?” he asks again. He shifts his hold, gripping one of my thighs and pressing it higher. His cock head slides across my clit and notches at the opening of my cunt.

“You do,” I whimper. “You, Valentino, just please fuck me.”

“That’s right.” He spears into me, all the way to the base of his dick. He moans into my mouth, not kissing me, just teasing me as I gasp for air. He punctuates his next statement with hard snaps of his hips. “This slutty little cunt is mine now.”

Thrust.

“Mine to lick.”

Thrust.

“Mine to fuck.”

Thrust.

“Mine to breed.”

Pleasure ripples through me, growing into a wave of ecstasy as he starts to fuck me seriously. He unleashes himself on me, grunting and groaning until I’m not sure they are even human noises. My short nails scratch his back and slide down his sweat-slick skin.

“Shit, that’s it, baby, mark me.”

I dig in harder, not even worried about if it hurts because it makes him fuck me faster.

His pelvis slams against mine each time he bottoms out, heavy sac beating my ass as my body starts to fold in on itself.

He pushes me up until my hips are raised above my head and blood starts rushing to my face.

“You want my cum, don’t you?” he asks. All I can do is nod. “That’s my dirty girl. Such a slut for me.”

“Only you,” I choke out. My chest aches as I say the words. It’s just for him. I’ve never let myself feel as much as I do for another partner this way. I’ve never admitted to liking these things to another person. It’s all for him.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Just what I want to hear, baby. So damn good for me. My perfect mate.”

Valentino squeezes his hand between us and starts strumming my clit. With all the blood in my body rushing to my head, I’m not sure I hear him right, but I don’t care. He called me perfect. My body sings under that praise, and I let go.

My orgasm crashes over me, leaving me gasping for air. I stare at him the whole time, his tanned skin, thick beard, and beautiful brown eyes all mesmerising as my pussy convulses around his cock. He fucks me until I’m trembling with aftershocks.

“Gotta make it stick,” he grunts.

He rubs fast circles around my clit, bringing me right to the edge of another climax. It happens so quickly, my legs shaking with the sheer force of his hips pounding into me as he pinches my sensitive nub.

“Valentino,” I squeal as my second orgasm blindsides me.

He slams into me, pulling back just a little as his dick swells and starts to flex with his own orgasm. He makes a noise in the back of his throat like a wounded animal. I wrap my limp body around him the best I can, running my hands up and down his body to soothe him.

I don’t know what that sound means, but I want him to feel good just like I do. We collapse sideways, his dick slipping out of my abused cunt. Cum smears across my thighs, but it’s not what I’m worried about now.

“Are you okay?” I ask, pushing his hair away from his forehead. It’s so thick, I’d probably be jealous if he hadn’t just fucked my brains out.

“I’m dead,” he groans. “But I died the happiest I’ve ever been. Tell my family I tolerate them.”

A hoarse, weaving laugh bubbles up out of me.

Valentino buries his face in my boobs and sighs while I continue to pet him.

He holds me tight, cuddling and caressing my body with pure reverence.

He doesn’t seem at all ready to start the day or leave the bed.

I can’ t say I blame him. Right here in his arms is where I’d happily stay for the rest of my life.

“Are you okay?” he asks after a few minutes.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’m just checking in, sweetheart, seeing how we’re doing on the comedown after a bit of rough sex.” He kisses the side of my breast before he nuzzles back into me.

“I’ll take this kind of wake-up call over my alarm any day,” I say. “Even if I do have a sore vagina now.”

He lifts his head quickly. “Is there anything I can do? Run us a bath or—”

A sharp knock on the door cuts him off.

“Sex ban,” Andrea shouts. “Some of us are trying to remain innocent before breakfast.”

My cheeks heat.

“Fuck off,” Valentino hollers back.

“Fifteen minutes,” Andrea says before he stomps away from our door like a child.

Valentino laughs against me, his shaking body making me jiggle along with him. He doesn’t let me go. Instead, he grips my ass and pulls me closer to him until we are fused from top to tail.

“Are we banned from sex now because I was too loud?” I ask, ready to crawl into a hole and die .

“He’s just being annoying. I want you screaming for me. We can always try a gag if you’re nervous about it, though.”

He wags his eyebrows at me, and I can’t say I’m not curious. How loud would he make me scream then?

But we only have fifteen minutes to get ready now. I’m not going to be late even if I’m embarrassed. I kiss Valentino, tasting myself on his lips.

“Let’s get dressed.”

“You know the meme of like a stick figure rabidly tearing apart something?”

“Uh.” Junelle looks up from her e-reader and stares at me. I only just see her movement out of the corner of my eye because I can’t stop staring at Valentino as he steps onto the pier.

His wet swim trunks, already so seductively short, are skintight. They cling to his thighs and outline his heavy dick. I can’t take my eyes off him. Every drop of water that slips down his skin makes me jealous. I want to be those rivulets.

This certainly lightens my mood after he stormed off to take a work call.

After we all got set up on the pier, loungers unfolded and umbrellas opened, he had to take another call.

I’m starting to notice a trend with Valentino.

He never seems to turn off his work brain either.

I guess the one benefit for me is that I don’t have to deal with people breathing down the phone at me.

Thankfully, this one wasn’t nearly as long as last night’s, but he spent a good thirty minutes pacing up and down the far side of the deck.

Whatever it was clearly didn’t make him happy. He stripped out of his loose button-down at the end of the pier and climbed right into the water to go bother Marcello and Cristina where they were swimming. They all wore serious looks and then the two of them left.

Junelle didn’t bat an eye.

I only watched them pack up quickly for a few moments before I saw Valentino getting out of the water closer to us.

“I’m turning into a feral animal, Junelle.”

“We all heard.” She laughs, looking from me to Valentino, then back at me. A satisfied, victorious grin settles on her lips.