Motley Crewed Shifters - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Holding Penelope was my favorite part of every night.
No one ever told me, they didn’t explain how it would feel, having my mate in my arms.
Her curvy body was so soft, so warm, and I snuggled her closer, wrapping her up inside the shelter of my body.
She smelled like cinnamon and spice. So did I. And I loved it.
The combination of our scents forever embedded in both our skin, renewing every time we made love. Speaking of which.
“You said you love me,” I whispered, kissing her head.
“Mmm. I did,” she agreed.
Warmth seeped into my chest, spreading out to all my limbs, flowing through my very veins. Gods, I loved this woman.
I caressed her neck, wrapping my hand around her throat. I felt her swallow, growled deep in my chest as need filled me, fueling my desire.
“Say it again,” I demanded softly.
“I love you,” she replied without pretense.
I tilted her head back. Her pouty lips trembled in anticipation, and I watched them until I couldn’t anymore because then I was kissing her.
She moaned into my mouth. Our bodies were still damp from our previous lovemaking, but my cock was already hard again and it ached for her.
Only her.
I rolled us over so she was beneath me. Penelope moved, spreading her legs wide, and I growled deep in my chest. My free hand roamed, cupping her tits, tracing her belly, and squeezing her perfect ass. I wiggled until my cock kissed her dripping entrance.
“You ready?” I asked, but I didn’t wait for an answer.
I plunged deep inside her in one hard stroke, filling and stretching her tight pussy. Fuck. She was so perfect.
I swallowed Penelope’s moan. When I lifted my head, her eyes were glowing, a burning bright red color.
My sweet sexy Jersey Devil was right there staring back at me, and fuck it was hot.
My little mate had inherited some of my magic along with her she-beast and as she gripped my wrist where I still had hold of her throat, I felt her powers spark and burn. Like she was branding me. And I couldn’t get enough.
“That’s it, mate. Show me who I am,” I snarled, and withdrew slightly.
Her claws scratched at my skin, and I growled, pounding back into her.
“Mate. Mine. You’re mine, Max!”
“Yeah, I fucking am. And. You. Are. Mine.”
I snarled, grunting as her body enveloped me. Her channel squeezed and stroked like it was fucking primed to suck the cum straight from my balls.
“That’s it. Take. It. Take me,” I demanded, and Penelope was so good at listening.
She wrapped her arms around my hips. Holding me there as she lifted to meet my thrusts. Fuck, I was gone. Lost in her silky heat.
“Come, mate. Come all over my cock,” I ordered.
“Please, Max,” she whimpered, and I knew exactly what she needed.
I dropped my full weight on her, pushing her thighs wider. This was like nothing we’d ever shared before.
It was probably because she only told me she loved me today. And now, well, now, I had to show her what that meant.
So, using my entire body, I loved my mate. I touched her everywhere, grinding my cock into her slit. It was so fucking good. The prefect balance of pleasure and pain.
I felt her claws slice me, and fuck, didn’t that feel amazing? Having my mate mark me again?
Hell, yes, it did.
I kissed her then, fucking her like my life depended on it.
Maybe it did.
Maybe both our lives did.
The pleasure surging through me was unfuckingbelievable. I never felt like this.
“Never. Me either,” she whimpered, mouth open on a long moan as I stroked her g-spot.
“Come with me, Max.”
I felt her walls tighten, saw her eyes roll back as her orgasm took over. And yeah, I came with her.
Joy hit me like lightning and pleasure the likes of which I’d never seen took over. My body wasn’t my own anymore. It was hers.
All I wanted to do was bring her this same deep, satisfying euphoria. So I did. I slowed my thrusts. I rocked my hips. I held her so tightly. And I drew out both our pleasure until neither of us was strong enough to move.
“Oh fuck, that was,” she gasped.
“Yeah, it really was,” I agreed.
When I had the strength to lift my head, I cupped her face and met Penelope’s love-struck gaze.
“I am going to love you for the rest of my life and beyond,” I vowed.
My sweet mate smiled.
“Good, because I plan to do the same.”
EPILOGUE TWO-PENELOPE
The timer went off, and I blurred across the kitchen to the ovens.
Shit. I really had to master that. I couldn’t just go around using my inner she-Devil’s speed all willy-nilly.
Anyone could walk in, I chastised myself.
The scents of cinnamon apple strudel with caramel glaze and cheesecake stuffed pumpkin muffins filled the store. Halloween was a week away, and the next rodeo was going to be here by then.
Courtesy of my big sexy, and rich, fiancé, I’d ordered new standing tables and a huge banner to sit outside the brand new Devil's Food Bakery food truck, which I planned on working that day.
He insisted it was an engagement present, and I was just tickled. Even Avery was excited about this new venture and promised to work the truck with me at the event.
Lenny, the other baker I had working for me, had been such a big help when I took the week off, I actually hired him full time. I was so busy still getting a handle on my new life, it just made sense.
Plus, I really loved having the extra time to do other things.
And no, I don’t mean Max. Get your mind out of the gutter!
Snort.
Fine, I did mean Max.
But also, not having to bake all the standard stuff allowed me time to explore my creative side with some new recipes and spice combinations.
Right now, I was testing out some savory items using Dolly’s Dairy Products, which was now the official name of all dairy that came from the Motley Crewd Ranch. Jed had been beside himself with gratitude.
And I thought I was an ugly crier.
Anyway, things were just fantastic.
Burt the Dirtbag was apparently on divorce number two, and his partners had actually kicked him out of their practice. And even though I didn’t wish anyone ill, I was too busy with my own life to be worrying about his anymore. That ship had sailed, and I was so much better off without it.
In fact, I was determined to keep living my best life now that I had found the love of mine.
“Hey Sugarplum,” Max’s deep voice cut through my thoughts.
He walked straight for me, not stopping until his mouth was on mine and his arms were holding me tight.
I sighed and opened my lips, welcoming him as I would every single time I saw him. This? This was heaven right here.
Being loved by this man, this Jersey Devil, was as close to perfection as I had ever come.
“Nah, you’re the perfect one, mate,” he said, and kissed me again.
But he was wrong.
The most perfect thing I’d ever found in this world was my cowboy Devil’s embrace.
And I planned on staying right there for a very long time.
“Right where you belong,” he said. And this time, I couldn’t have agreed more.
The end.