Page 23 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss

And she’s just stepping out of the bathroom, makeup wipe still in hand as she removes all the foundation off her neck. Her shoes are off, and she looks so much more relaxed. She’s still in her dress, though. The material clings to her skin, the neckline just hinting at the swell of her breasts.

“I didn’t want to get makeup everywhere,” she smiles. “And it doesn’t really hurt as much as it did earlier.”

“Benefits of being mated,” I say, slowly approaching her. “You should heal up much quicker, but we still need to be gentle.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I don’t think I’m going to want to try choking anytime soon.”

I take the wipe from her hand and smooth it across her skin. Nearly all her freckles are visible again, as are the tan lines from days in the sun. The flush on her cheeks is vibrant and beautiful.

“Let’s talk about the vision.” I toss the wipe and turn her around. “If I’m going to be your muse, I want to make sure we get it all out.”

As I slide the zipper down her back, I lean into her.

My body looms over hers as I bare my mate.

I see her pulse jump at the base of her neck.

She’s so beautiful, so unbelievably perfect for me in ways she might not even realise yet.

But I have time to show her, to prove to her over and over again how meant for each other we are.

“I want you on all fours for me, sweetheart.”

She nods, turning her head just slightly to look into my eyes.

“I’m going to fuck your slutty, soaked hole until you can’t think of anything but me. Until the only word that can come out of your pretty lips is my name. When I mount you, knot you, I’m going to claim you as mine forever all over again. There’s no going back from it.”

Her dress falls to the floor, and I unclasp her bra.

She whimpers, and I’m worried it’s from the red marks it left behind.

How fucking tight was that thing? But she’s already rushing to peel off her shapewear.

They material rolls down to reveal her supple, dimpled thighs.

The smell of her arousal coats the suite.

Cheyenne crawls into the bed before I’ve even undone my tie.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum?”

“Yes, Valentino.” Her voice is so sure, so warm. “I want all of you, mafia boss, werewolf, and everything else in between. ”

“Do you want your vibe?” I strip quickly, staring at her ass the whole time. “You might be the one to hold it.”

She bites her lip. “Maybe, if that’s okay?”

I pull her suitcase over, and she digs through it until she gets the toy. She sets it between her legs, just within reach.

My body thrums with electricity, with desire to breed my mate. I stand on the side of the bed once I’m naked, cock hard and knot visible. I carefully move Cheyenne’s hair out of her eyes and guide her to look at me.

“Whatever you need from me, baby, I’ll give it to you,” I promise.

“I’m going to die from the anticipation if you don’t fuck me soon,” she says, cheeks burning bright.

“Can’t have that, can we, not when I’m supposed to be inspiring the next great American novel.”

Cheyenne bursts with laughter again, reaching for me with one hand. She kisses my knuckles before drawing them towards her face.

“Forever here we come,” she says.

I smooth my thumb over her cheek for a moment, then step behind her.

God, I don’t think I will ever get tired of this view.

Her back arches as I take each of her ass cheeks in hand and spread her open.

Her tight little asshole flutters and her cunt drips with her arousal.

If I weren’t so keen on putting my cum in her pussy, maybe I’d consider anal one day, but I’m not sure it will ever be as good as her wet heat.

I smear two fingers in her juices, teasing her clit for just a few strokes before I plunge them into her. Cheyenne’s pussy squeezes me tight as she moans. I pump my fingers into her, relishing the sounds she makes as her body loosens up for me.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers when my fingers crook downward towards her G-spot.

“Does my little slut like my fingers?” I grip her ass tighter.

Fluid drips down my hand as I continue to fuck her with my fingers. My teeth ache and drool forms in the back of my mouth at the sight of it. I want to drink her up. To waste something as delicious as my mate’s arousal is basically a crime.

I pull my fingers out just when I think she’s about to climax, when her toes curl and her breathing stops. I want her loose, desperate for my knot when I finally give it to her. Just like on that first night, she needs to beg for my cum.

So I drop to my knees and lick up all her juices as if I were worshipping at the altar, slowly ravishing her pussy lips and sucking on her clit as she tries to hump my face. She’s desperate for release, I know, but I can’t bring myself to stop tasting her .

“Valentino,” she whines.

A growl rumbles in the back of my throat. She’s my prey for the moment, the predator in me wants to pounce, but she needs to say the words. “Use your words for me, dirty girl.”

“Fuck me.”

“I thought I was just doing that?” I lick her from clit to asshole, watching the shiver race up her spine.

“I want you to fuck your knot into me,” she moans. “I want you to claim me and breed me and fuck me full of little wolves.”

My dick leaks at her words. Fuck I didn’t realise how close I was just from eating her pussy.

I stand again and spread her open. There isn’t any ceremony or teasing.

I line up the tip of my dick with her dripping cunt and thrust. Her wet heat envelops me, squeezes me so tight I think I might be about to see God myself.

“Jesus Christ," she gasps, cunt gripping my shaft like it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

“’S not my name, baby, but it’s going to mean the same thing once we’re done.”