Page 43 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
“I’ll have the consigliere get your papers sorted when I’m back.”
“Really?” he asks. Marcello really has me questioning if I’m that much of an asshole. I need another tested capo I can trust stateside, why not him? There are a few people I’d be happy to promote, but I like the idea of having them prove themselves first.
“Yes.” I clap him on the shoulder, trying to end the conversation.
“Here, we toast.” He finally offers me the second drink.
“Have a drink for my health,” I chuckle. “I’ve got a mate who needs claiming.”
I head into the house. The air conditioning hits my heated skin, but it doesn’t do anything to cool the arousal burning inside of me. I take the stairs to the second floor two at a time in a rush to get to Cheyenne.
The door is unlocked.
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 getit 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.
