Page 22 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
“Tell. Me.” My hand curls around the back of her neck and I squeeze.
“I woke up alone and felt shitty. I know we joked about breakfast, but it just…” Her bottom lip trembles again. “Stupid, I know.”
Every fibre of my being wants to wolf out. I want to expose every secret I have to reassure my mate that she won’t ever be truly alone again. That she will never be without me. The mark on her shoulder is barely visible, she probably doesn’t know it’s there, but I do. Soon she’ll understand the importance of it.
I settle for a kiss. One that is hot and claiming as I try to convey how much I feel for her. Cheyenne moans into my mouth, and I have half a mind to drop to my knees right here and show her where I want to spend my every waking moment.
“Oh my god, your clothes,” she suddenly gasps and pushes on me. “Did you even drop your phone?”
“No.” I smile. “Because all that mattered to me after my morning meeting was getting back to my girl. And it seemed like you needed my reassurance.”
I don’t give a fuck if my entire wardrobe goes up in flames right now. Cheyenne turns off the shower and starts removing my clothes. My cock takes a keen interest in this turn of events. Her hands smooth over my chest hair, and when she drops to her knees, I nearly croak.
“Fuck, you look good down there,” I groan.
She scrunches her eyebrows together and then looks at the hard outline of my dick in these linen trousers. Summer suits are essential for staying cool, but fuck can they make a man’s ego grow. The look on Cheyenne’s face nearly has me blowing my load.
Be polite, tell her to ignore it or something. She doesn’t need to do anything she isn’t up for.
“What I wouldn’t give to see those pretty lips wrapped around me,” I say instead, cupping her cheek.
“Tell me.” She half smiles, using my own two words against me now.
“You trying to bribe me, honey?”
“No, I’m just curious. What do you think a blow job from me would cost?” She pulls my soaked phone from my pocket and slides it away from all the wet. That thing is fucked, but I’ll get Marcello to put my SIM into a burner. “Me sucking your dick is for my pleasure.”
“Dirty girl,” I mutter.
She peels my pants down, cock bobbing up and down with how hard it is. Cheyenne swallows the head, tongue teasing the underside. She closes her eyes as she starts to work my dick. I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so fucking gorgeous and all mine.
“At least a fifty-k allowance, a portion of my house, and my undying loyalty.”
I start listing off all the things I plan to give her once we are back in Tolson. With each new gift or sharedinterest, she sucks a little more. Every date idea I come up with, she sucks me down harder. When she gags, her throat constricts around my cock, and heat builds too quickly in my balls and at the base of my spine.
“Baby,” I pant, the scent of her arousal overwhelming me, “I’m gonna come.”
She doesn’t slow down or pull back. My knot is swollen and throbbing. Thank fuck she’s not looking at me. Her hands find leverage on my ass, and she gives me a hard squeeze that practically surprises the orgasm out of me. Shocks shoot through me and out my dick as Cheyenne swallows every drop of my cum.
My knot deflates quickly without the pressure of my mate’s pussy keeping it warm and sensitive. She pulls back as a final spurt of cum lands on her cheek.
“How much fruit do you eat?” She giggles and swipes her finger over her cheek, popping it into her mouth. My eyes practically roll back. “I’ve never actually enjoyed swallowing before.”
“I eat enough.” But it helps that we’re supernaturally matched and mated.
Is this heaven? It feels like it. My chest is warm and fuzzy, but I can’t tell if it’s her or me. Oh my god, what will it feel like when we next have sex? What will it feel like when Cheyenneorgasms?
My dick twitches at the idea of making my mate come. But not in the shower. Somewhere soft she can relax and luxuriate.
“My turn.”
I pick Cheyenne up bridal style, and her squeal makes me laugh.
“Put me down, holy shit.”
“You’re fine, sweetheart. You weigh basically nothing,” I grin, curling her in my arms.
I’ve always been a strong guy, and after getting made, my strength increased unbelievably. So many broken doors in my twenties is a small price to pay to make my girl feel weightless.
