Page 38 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
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 beright 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.”
