Fuck.
I fucked up.
Like really fucked up.
Without telling Penelope, the beautiful normal I just fucked on the hallway floor, anything about what I really was, I accidentally claimed her.
Okay, it wasn’t really an accident.
I mean, I had already planned on doing that. But only after I’d explained about supernaturals, Jersey Devils, and fated mates.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
I watched the rise and fall of her chest addictively as she slept in my bed. Our bed now. And I knew it was my new favorite form of entertainment. Watching her sleep.
Well, after fucking her, of course.
My Devil stirred beneath my skin. That part of me that had been so close to losing to the darkness merged with my innate powers. It flexed and contracted. I felt different now.
Not alone.
Complete.
Whole.
I pushed aside my fears and lay beside my mate. Penelope was so damn pretty. My eyes traced her features, so relaxed in slumber, and I huffed, as completely dazzled as I was by her.
My cock pulsed with need, even though I’d just come inside of her not an hour ago. The sweetness of her innate cinnamon scent now held notes of cayenne and pine.
Like me. She smells like me now.
I leaned over, unable to help myself, and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Mmm,” Penelope moaned.
My hands roamed over her nude body, reveling in the perfection of her curves, the softness of her skin. She had the perfect size breasts, not small and not too big. Just enough to fill my hands.
Her belly and hips were the perfect cushion for my body. And I loved being cradled between her thick thighs.
So much so that I was now kissing her in earnest, and sliding over her.
After that surprising conversation, I knew now what my mate wanted. What she craved. And that was me.
My touch.
My kiss.
My body.
She could have it all. Anytime. Anyplace. I belonged to her.
She didn’t know. Couldn’t possibly understand. Not yet anyway.
But I was made to love Penelope Abruzzi. She was my other half. The mate fate had created for me.
All I wanted to do in this world was to be with her. To spend time with her. Make her smile. Make her feel good.
“You make me feel so good,” she murmured, and I growled against her lips and pushed down on her knees, spreading her nice and wide.
“Wanna taste you, Sugarplum. Wanna see if you’re this sweet everywhere,” I growled and slid down her body, dropping kisses and love bites as I went.
I was starving for her. Having had her once did nothing to sate my hunger, my need for this woman. I had a feeling it was only going to get worse.
Her body tensed under my seeking tongue and she gasped, leaning up on her elbows as I settled my shoulders between her legs.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Told you. I want to taste you.”
“But I never—”
“Shhh. Nothing matters but this. No one but us. Do you believe me?” I asked.
Penelope’s brown eyes glittered, and I swore I saw a hint of red around the edges. She nodded.
“Let me show you how good I can make you feel. If you want me to stop, just say the word,” I said.
Then, I dipped my head, and I licked. And oh my fuck, she was goddamn delicious.
I couldn’t stop if I tried. Good thing Penelope was moaning and tugging on my head, pulling me closer.
I stroked along her wet folds, my hands roaming over her soft curves and settling on her inner thighs. I held her wide open when she would have closed them, loving the mewling sounds she made.
Her flavors on my tongue were intoxicating. Dangerous. I had to force my beast back, but it was like she was pulling my Devil forward with her own magic.
Magic, I felt blossoming between us.
But what could that mean?
I knew I had to explain. But first, I needed to taste her orgasm. To drink right from the source.
I looked up, catching her stare and my Devil roared as red-brown eyes met mine.
“More,” Penelope growled, tossing her head back and rocking her cunt against my face.
Of fuck. This was bad.
Maybe.
Okay, I wasn’t sure.
But I knew I wasn’t stopping until she came, dripping down my chin. Power pulsed between us as she tore my sheets with her new, much longer and sharper nails.
Grrrr.
I thrust two blunt tipped fingers into her tight heat, sliding my pinky over her tiny pink rosebud. Then I licked her there, enjoying the way she screamed, but didn’t shy away.
“Do you like my tongue on your asshole, Sugar? Want to feel me fill you there?” I growled.
“Max. Please, yes, Max,” she moaned my name, and it was music to my ears.
She wiggled and squirmed as I worked my fingers in her cunt and my pinky into her tight little asshole.
She looked so fucking good with me filling her. My cock leaked precum all over the bed, and the more I ate her, the more she moved, wrecking me with her sweet submission.
“Fuck,” I growled, gasping for air before taking her clit back into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue.
I think I needed this as much as she did. I sucked her tight bundle of nerves into my mouth, Sucking on the hard little nubbin as I fucked her on my hand.
Something was different about this. It was like Penelope and my Devil, all of my powers really, were all caught up in something beyond my understanding.
“Max, I need,” Penelope moaned, and I increased my efforts.
“Whatever you need, I will give,” I growled against her pussy.
This time I ate her with feverous vigor, and it was no hardship. Penelope was the finest thing I had ever tasted. Better than anything else.
Her flavors danced across my tongue, imprinting themselves on me, and I felt nothing but joy fill me as she came apart in my lustful embrace.
So beautiful.
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.