Page 42 of Claimed By the Werewolf Boss
I can do that.
Step one is dancing with my mate as promised.
As the DJ begins to play, I hold out my hand for Cheyenne. Her hand is warm, firmly grasping mine as I guide us through the small crowd to the dance floor. Junelle winks at her as we pass by. I imagine she’sblushing under all that makeup if what I’m feeling is an indicator.
There is nothing particularly special about this dance. The music is slow, so we mostly sway in lazy steps around the edge of the dance floor. Cheyenne holds me tight, her fingers curling around the hair at the base of my neck as my hand flexes around the voluptuous curve of her waist.
She tenses for a moment, but then she looks at me. Her soft eyes glisten under the lights. I see our whole future mapped out in them. The love that’s already growing between us flourishing back home. The push and pull of my lifestyle feeding into her writing. I want to be her muse, the man she turns to when she needs inspiration. Whatever she needs from me for her to succeed, I’ll give it to her.
“You’re thinking very hard,” she whispers as the song fades into another.
“Move in with me,” I say. “You can do whatever you want but let me come home to you every day.”
“You really wanna see all my dirty secrets, don’t you?”
I crack a smile as heat flares in my chest. “You’re my dirty girl, aren’t you?”
Cheyenne laughs, loud and full of life. There isn’t a care in the world behind that noise. She is utterly, completelycontent.
“Are we going to share an office?” she asks. “I need somewhere to display all my spicy art.”
“You can hang up any art you want, baby,” I promise, leaning down to her ear so only she can make out what I’m saying. “I’m sure I’ll be able to help with your creative process.”
I kiss across her jaw, carefully on her neck. Her breath hitches, her fingers tightening on my neck as we slow to a stop. My dick is half hard, pressing against my trousers as we stare at each other.
“What if I’m feeling inspired right now?”
Her breath ghosts across my cheek and sends a chill right down my spine.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking I’d like a do-over of our first time,” she says softly. “I want to experience those feelings again with the knowledge I now have, how you envisioned it happening.”
The wolf side of me is practically panting at the opportunity.
“My dirty girl wants me to claim her good, doesn’t she?”
Cheyenne doesn’t say anything, but her arousal pounds through our bond. The rush she feels when I call her mine makes my head spin.
“I’ll give you a head start. Go up to my suite while I say good night,” I say. She turns to leave, but I tug herback to me just as fast. “Not before I get a taste of your pretty mouth.”
Her lips part, and I kiss her long and slow. My hand slides over her bare shoulder, grazing that invisible little scar she already carries. I’m going to make it last tonight, one she’ll see every day, to remind her that she belongs to me.
Just like that first night, I tap her ass as she leaves. I quickly say good night to Andrea and Junelle. We’re still on for breakfast in the morning, but I’m leaving the party earlier than I originally planned.
Marcello catches my eye as I’ve nearly escaped, two small glasses of limoncello in his hands. He comes up quickly, a nervous look in his eyes. I swear I can’t take anymore shit today. Our little vacation turned into a whirlwind of chaos. Why can’t we enjoy the peace for just a moment?
“Hey boss, I need to ask you something.” He doesn’t offer me the other drink, and I’m wondering if he needed the second one for courage.
“If it’s work, it can wait,” I tell him, moving to step around him.
“It’s not bad.” He clears his throat as he steps in front of me. Marcello squares his shoulders, and swallows. “I want to transfer to Tolson.”
I pause.
“With Luca out of the picture now, you’ll need someone to take over his role. I’m not asking to be your second. I’m sure that’s Andrea and I’d never want to step on anyone’s toes, but I want to do more with the family. If you had someone else in mind, maybe they could take my spot here, ya know? Really teach them what it means to be a part of the Italian mob. Nonna could really use some young wolves around the villa to keep her busy.”
I smirk. She’d eat most of our made men alive if she got the chance. She doesn’t do much with the business side of the family these days. I imagine if I asked her to train up some of our younger members, she’d gleefully accept putting them in their place.
