Page 74 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

So mine.

But it wasn’t enough, and even as she reached for me, I was kneeling between her splayed legs.

The reddish tone of her skin was so goddamn sexy. I gripped my cock and placed it at her slick entrance.

Penelope was gone to desire, and that was more than okay with me. I like her this way. Fuck. I loved it.

The thrill of being in control filled me just as I pushed inside her warm, wet, and willing body.

Fucking my mate like this was a joy I never thought I would get to experience. But there I was.

And it was better than I imagined.

CHAPTER NINETEEN-PENELOPE

Sleep had eluded me for months after the divorce. But I never really slept well.

At least, not since I was a child with an innocent’s experience of the world. No worries or cares to keep me awake.

And yet, for the first time in ages, I blinked myself awake, feeling more rested than I had in years. There was something different.

And no, it wasn’t the large man spread out next to me with acres of tanned, heavily muscled skin on display.

Whoa.

Then again, maybe it was him.

Mine. Bite. Claim.

“What?” I squeaked.

“Hmm, Sugar?” Max sat up and asked in a voice that was entirely too sexy for the freak out I was having.

Did good sex make you hallucinate?

“Um, what, that is, when did we move in here?” I asked, looking around at his bedroom.

All the furniture looked antique, like maybe it came with the place. It had been refinished and glowed with what smelled like a week old coating of lemon furniture oil.

Wait. How the hell did I know that?

I took a deep breath, picking through the scent of cleaning products, freshly laundered clothes, not so fresh clothes that I assumed were in the hamper in the corner, really good sex, and a spicy masculine scent that lingered in the bedroom.

“Penelope?”

Mate. Bite.

The strange words in my brain were accompanied by a long rumbling growl. It only took me a moment to realize it was loud enough for Max to hear. I clapped my hands over my lips.

“Oh my God. Something is wrong with me,” I muttered behind my fingers.

“Easy, Sugarplum. I can explain,” Max said, raising his hands in front of him as if calming a frightened beast or child.

He looked hesitant, and that made me angry. So, I dropped my hands from my face and I snarled.

“Shit!”

I scrambled backwards off the bed. Fear spiked through me and whatever it was talking inside my head, well, it didn’t like that at all. Angry growling filled my brain, and I held my head in my hands, whimpering at the sounds.

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