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.