Page 20 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss

Chapter fourtee n

Cheyenne

M y heart clenches in despair when the giant wolf finally looks at me. His large dark grey head moves, and bright eyes meet mine. I know it’s Valentino, my heart knows it’s him. The fur covering his body is soaked in blood and viscera, but I reach for him through the bars of the cage.

I need him to reassure me that I’m not going crazy. This is real. He is real. Werewolves are real. Just when I thought everything was falling into place, my world has been blown into a million gory chunks. He can’t abandon me now. Not after everything I’ve seen, right?

“Please,” I beg when he stares at me.

Am I wrong? Is this beast someone else? Something else? The horrifying panic of watching men transform and then be murdered fades, the rush of anxiety and terror reshaping into a dull emptiness that I’m scared is swallowing me alive.

“Baby, scoot back,” he growls.

His mouth moves like a cartoon, seamlessly perfect, yet it sounds so unnatural coming from his wolf muzzle. His ears draw back as he slowly approaches the cage. A giant fist wraps around the grates of the door.

It’s like child’s play. One little motion from his wrist, and Valentino has the whole door pried open.

He offers me his hand, the roughened dark pads, fur, and claws up close are so different from anything I’ve seen before, but when I place my hand in his, it’s like I’ve grabbed hold of the last rung of a ladder before I fall into the abyss.

There isn’t a breath between our hands meeting and him tugging me into his arms. He clutches me so tightly to his chest I become as soaked as he is. A sob breaks from my lips, and I weep into my werewolf’s chest. This is real, I’m alive, and Valentino came for me.

“Tell me you’re okay,” Valentino demands. “Tell me, Cheyenne?”

He cups both of my cheeks with his oversized paws and pulls me away from him enough to give me a once over .

“This is your blood,” I say, scrunching my nose up. “I’m mentally scarred for life, but otherwise in one piece.”

“He didn’t touch you, did he?” He scowls, the frown lines on his werewolf forehead so impressively normal. “I should have done worse to him.”

“Choked, drugged, tied up, tossed in a cage.” I list off everything I know happened like it’s groceries. “Completely unsexily, by the way. There is no way I’ll be able to channel this into a new book.”

“Jesus Christ, I’m going to kiss you, and you’re absolutely not putting this in a book,” Valentino groans.

His lips are on mine before I can tell him how much I need that.

They are different from when he’s human, but no less intoxicating.

My legs wrap around his torso, my arms around his broad shoulders.

The emptiness begins to fill, my heart pounding against my chest like it would rather belong to him than to me.

I need more of this, to have my thoughts filled with anything but fear. And when I’m with Valentino, no matter what he’s doing, I only feel wanted, needed, like he needs air. He grips my curves so tightly, like he’s afraid I’ll run away, but there is nowhere else I want to be right now.

“I thought I lost you,” he mutters as he breaks the kiss. “I was terrified he’d taken you somewhere I’d never be able to find.”

“I’m right here,” I promise, running my hands down his fur. As my nails dig in to pull him in for another kiss, he stops me. “Please, Valentino, I need you. Don’t make me beg.”

“I can’t shift right now,” he growls like he’s trying to force it. “I’m too amped up still, baby. This is going to be me for a while.”

“I don’t care.”

The words come out of my mouth in a rush, and I mean it. Right now, all I want is to be reclaimed.

“You’re sure, sweetheart?” His voice takes on a teasing lilt. “You want the monster to fuck your little pussy?”

Heat floods my core in a way I never expected. Yes, yes, I do want him. Human or wolf, Valentino sets me on fire with desire. His claws tease my skin while the fur covering him tickles. My pussy clenches just thinking about the weight of him on me, pressing into me.

“Dirty girl,” he whispers, sealing his lips to mine again.

I don’t think too hard about the mechanics. I focus on the smell of blood that mixes with air and the pressure of Valentino’s dick against my sweatpants. He’s bigger in all ways like this. I slide one hand down his front to wrap my fist around his cock.

The girth has only changed a little, but he’s longer now and prelubed. Something swells at the base the longer I feel him. He grunts when I squeeze it, hips jerking up.

“You like my knot?” he asks. “You took it so well the first time, honey, I want to see your face when you sit on it.”

“How much of our first time was about me not seeing your dick?”

I gasp when Valentino falls backwards with my knees bracketing his hips. I’m still fully clothed, and as much as I want him to rip my pyjamas off, I also want honesty from him.

“It’s why I chose the position I did,” he grunts, dragging my hips over his cock. “My knot was so fucking swollen and obvious. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“But now?”

“Now I want to fuck it so deep into my mate she can’t see straight and she’s walking out of here safe, well-bred and dripping cum.”

My body heats at the idea of leaving this building claimed by this powerful man for all to see.

I want the world to know I belong to Valentino Benetti.

He has catapulted my life into an otherworldly state of being.

What’s real and what matters are different in my head now than they were before I landed.

“Take off my clothes, Valentino,” I demand.

He rips my shirt off first. His claws dig into the collar and tear down the middle until I’m hastily shucking it off like a jacket. He pumps his hips until I fall forward, breasts drowning his wolven face. He moans, sucking in a deep breath against my skin.

When he licks one of my nipples, my back arches. Fuck, that feels better than it has any right to. My body hums with pleasure and my pussy clenches. His lips seal around it, and I’m a goner. The mixture of his sharp teeth and textured tongue makes my thoughts slip away. All I can feel is pleasure.

The seam at the crotch of my sweatpants tears like wet paper under Valentino’s hands. He snaps the elastic over my hips and shoves each leg down until my knees are padded.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” he groans between kissing and licking my other breast. “So fucking hot and wet.”

“Fuck me, please. Fill me.” I push my ass back, my wet nipples dragging against his fur-covered chest to get me closer to his cock.

He grabs my hips, sharp claws digging into the meat of me as he lines us up. The slick tip of his cock glides through my pussy lips, drenching itself in me. It nudges my clit, and I squeeze his fur between my fingers with a whimper.

“You know you’re mine, Cheyenne.”

“Yes.” I try to rock my hips enough to get more.

He slots his tip into my hole, and I push down until I reach his swollen knot. The length of him shoots fireworks from my core to my toes until they curl. My eyes flutter closed as my walls spasm.

Valentino controls our pace. He grinds me back and forth, keeping me physically full until the emotional abyss inside of me is full of nothing but him, and us together.

“So fucking gorgeous, baby. Made for me. So perfect. Keep squeezing my dick, just like that, such a good girl for your mate.” His voice is rough and tender at the same time.

“Gonna move you into my house, gonna fuck so much cum into you, you give me a litter, and we’re gonna grow old together. You and me, forever.”

My heart jumps into my throat. Yes. Yes, that’s what I want. Forever, turning grey and getting wrinkles with my person. Tears of joy and relief threaten to fall, but Valentino cups my cheek, stopping me.

“Feel our connection, Cheyenne. I’m not ever letting go of you. And I’ll remind you every day if I have to. I am committed to you, obsessed with you, every little thing about you makes me want you. ”

The first tear falls as I stare at him, the fullness and the joy inside of me growing exponentially. His heartbeat beneath my hands rings out in my mind, and I feel it. The tendrils of fate that connect us, his devotion and those first beats of love already there.

“I could never have imagined finding someone like you,” I whisper.

“Let me show you how real I am.”

Valentino holds me tight as he begins to thrust. Our bodies meet in perfect harmony, a collision of fur and skin, a growl and a moan, a werewolf and a human. It’s perfect and maddening. My thoughts jumble until I’m moaning nonsense and begging for more.

“Yes, so good, fuck your knot into me. I need your cum, breed me.”

His arms wrap around me tightly, holding my exhausted body to his chest as he starts to piston his hips. He fucks me harder and harder, and each time his knot pushes at my pussy.

“Let me in, sweetheart,” he moans into my ear, cold nose pressed to my temple. “I know you want to be a dirty girl for me, want to make a mess on my cock and mark my fur with your juices, but you need to breathe.”

When did I stop? I gasp, dragging in enough air that when I exhale the coil in my belly loosens. I do it again under Valentino’s guidance, his lips and teeth teasing my skin until he’s fucking the full swell of his knot into me with every stroke.

The bulge, which presses right behind my clit every time, puts pressure on the sensitive and untouched part of me.

“That’s my girl, so fucking proud of you. Taking your mate’s cock. Ready for me to breed your little cunt.”

“I wanna come,” I whine. “Please.”

“You will, baby, gotta make it stick, don’t we?”