Page 24 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
Chapter sixtee n
Cheyenne
C an you choke on dick even when it’s in your pussy?
That’s what it feels like is happening. Valentino pulls his cock out just to thrust into me again, and I see stars. Every part of my body hums as he works into a rhythm. I’m shaking with need and desire as he fucks me.
My elbows bend as I struggle to keep myself up. Valentino adjusts to accommodate me though, putting one of his feet on the bed as he starts pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts. His knot presses hard against my pussy. My heart hammers against my chest.
I’m so close to coming. I could grab my wand, using my vibrator to make us both finish, but something inside of me is telling me this isn’t enough. I want more of Valentino .
“Please,” I beg, pushing myself back hard against his knot.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
He leans over me, forcing my shoulders down, and I feel the difference in him. Unlike the first night, his growth is more prominent. The hair on his body is more like fur, and his hand still on my hip becomes tipped with claws rather than nails.
I moan, low and pitiful, when I turn my head and see his muzzle.
“Put your baby in me,” I whimper. “Breed me.”
Words that I’ve never written or even thought of as sexy now come spilling out of me. Valentino growls against the back of my neck as he does exactly what he said he would. He mounts me, fucking me so hard I’m worried the bed frame is going to shatter.
It doesn’t stop him, though.
“That what my dirty girl needs?” he grunts. “Pussy full of her mate?”
“Yes!”
“That’s fucking right.” His hips snap harder and harder, pounding me until I can’t see straight. “Grab your vibe, baby, make this little pussy cream.”
I fumble for it, finger jamming all the buttons until it roars to life.
The moment it touches my hot, wet skin, my world goes blank.
My limbs sizzle with euphoria as my orgasm crashes through me.
There’s a shout, whether it’s mine or Valentino’s or both of us, I don’t know.
I just know that as my clit spasms, my stretched cunt fills with cum.
Sharp teeth sink into my shoulder, and my body jerks. The smell of blood hits my nose, but there’s only a pinch of pain. The wand on my clit is prolonging my climax to the point I’m worried I’ll never walk straight again.
Valentino’s knot pulses, his shaft flexes, and spurts of cum threaten to inflate me like a balloon as if I’m not already floating on cloud nine. He groans against my shoulder, keeping me pinned down as my body verges on overstimulation.
He removes his teeth, and I drop my vibrator. I can’t feel my fingers or my toes. My body shakes as Valentino licks up the blood around my shoulder. He shifts onto one elbow and slides his other hand beneath me. He caresses my tummy, the bloated feeling all the more obvious now.
And I let him. I don’t feel any worry as he loves on my body. Every stroke and brush of his claws carries another promise of the future.
“Such a beautiful mate,” he whispers. “My pretty little slut.”
“You’d be a slut for this dick too,” I giggle. “It’s magic.”
He barks with laughter. As I struggle to keep my eyes open, Valentino slides us up his bed still connected. He arranges the pillows and duvet until we are cocooned in them. My fingers twirl around the fur of his arm while he nuzzles against my throat.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“For what?” he asks.
“Being exactly as you are.”
The attendant at Naples Airport looks at me, then his gaze flicks back to Valentino.
I told him it was fine, we could just meet at the airport back in Tolson.
He refuses to let me fly economy when he literally hired a private jet for this trip.
If the rest of the Benettis are flying home this way, so am I.
“And you’re sure you want to cancel this ticket?” he asks again.
“Yes, please.” I nod, aware that I’m only carrying my small backpack at the moment and that I’m somewhat slathered in foundation to hide the yellowing bruises around my neck.
I look suspicious, and anyone with eyes would think that.
But honestly, I’m dying to get out of economy seating.
Junelle said the jet is a luxury she never wants to give up .
I may also want to see if the mile high club is worth it.
“She’s already been confirmed as a passenger on our flight manifest,” Valentino growls, his voice hard. “It will be in your system.”
The man blanches slightly and rapidly types away. I glance over my shoulder and see the scowl on Valentino’s face. I want to tease him, but I keep my lips zipped tight while the agent confirms everything is now in order. Airports are not the place to cause problems, period.
The gate agent hands me a new boarding pass that doesn’t have any information on it. Just my name and time of departure.
“Thank you,” I say as he hands back my passport with a weird stamp in it. “Have a nice day.”
Valentino silently guides me past the mile-long crowds to a nearly empty desk. Except for the other Benettis.
“Head count,” Andrea orders. He raises his hand and starts to count. Junelle throws her arm over my shoulder, and I wrap mine around her waist.
“I’m not ready for the real world yet,” I grumble.
“Same, but it’s really not that bad when you remember who your boyfriend is.”
“Eighteen, we’re all here, let’s head out. ”
All of us flying back tonight are led through more emptiness in an airport that was just heaving with people.
We don’t go through security, and a customs officer speaks to us on this side of the border.
It’s almost blissfully easy being whisked through the entire airport without an ounce of anxiety.
A bus takes us across the tarmac, and we climb the steps onto the plane. Vacation over. It’s back to the real world of deadlines, papers, and screaming kids who test my patience. As we take off, Valentino squeezes my hand tight.
“This is the rest of our forever.”
I look at his shimmering brown eyes and see the same contentment that I feel. I can’t wait to live my life with this mafia boss, werewolf and all.