Page 79 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

“You are goddam right you are,” Kian grunted and stomped off.

Great. Now, I pissed off the cowboy—literally.

He was a Bull, after all.

Anyway, this was all crazy. Impossible even.

My chest heaved with the effort it took to breathe and I closed my eyes, trying to rein in the beast. Warm hands clapped onto my waist, and Max pulled me back into the warm circle of his arms.

Was Zeke right? Did Max think he was lucky? Or would he get sick of me and toss me in for a new model, too?

“I’m so fucking lucky to have found you, Sugarplum,” he said, squeezing me tight, and fuck me if that didn’t feel good.

“Is it true? Am I your fated mate?” I asked him because I had to know.

Time seemed to slow. Max turned me around to face him, his hands never leaving me. And that was good. I felt calmer under his touch.

The sounds of the guys leaving the area were loud in the background, but all my attention was on Max.

Mate. Claim. Bite.

I closed my eyes for a moment and swallowed down the constant rumble there. Max exhaled, his warm breath fanning my cheek. His hands slid up my body, caressing my neck and throat, cupping my face and tilting my head back.

I wanted him to kiss me so badly.

“I knew you were mine the second I saw you,” Max whispered. “I knew were you mine, and I swore to the gods I was going to have you. You belong to me. Every inch of you. These lips,” he growled and kissed me, hard.

“These tits,” he said, opening the robe and cupping my breasts, tugging on the hard nipples.

“This soft, perfect belly,” he continued his appraisal.

“This delicious ass I can’t wait to fuck. And this right here,” he rumbled, sliding two thick fingers between my folds, and shoving them into my needy slit.

“Your pussy belongs to me, Sugarplum. It’s mine and I want it. Now.”

Oh. My. Fuck.

CHAPTER TWENTY-MAX

My Devil was still super pissed at me for claiming my mate without explaining a fucking thing to her. But the last quarter moon was high in the sky, and tomorrow I turned forty.

Tonight was my mating night, and beneath the gods and all their glory, I was going to claim Penelope for once and for all.

I didn’t have time to undress us the way I wanted, so I used my magic to whisk away our clothes, bringing a thick mattress covered in silk sheets to the grassy knoll where I was two fingers deep inside my mate.

Her eyes were rimmed in the red of her she-Devil and I was lost inside the velvet warm depths. Her breathy moans intensified.

“Max, please,” she whimpered, trying to force my touch to her needy little nubbin.

“Not till I say, Sugarplum. Now, lie down,” I instructed.

Penelope did as she was told, sitting on the mattress I’d conjured and sliding backwards. Her ripe body on display was better than anything I’d ever seen, and my dick pulsed painfully hard.

“W-why me?” she asked before I could join her on the makeshift bed. “Why do you want me? Is it just because the Fates decided?”

“No,” I answered quickly and truthfully. “It’s true the Fates bring souls together, but I would have recognized you anyway in an instant. And I never even saw you coming, Sugar. Just look at you. So fucking perfect.”

“I’m not perfect,” she said, shaking her head.

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