บททั้งหมดของ Motley Crewed Shifters: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

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 be

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never even seen a rodeo, much less been entered to compete in one?” I asked Emmet who was tugging on a pair of thick work gloves.“Figured that, Boss. That’s why you’re doing the bareback riding contest, and I am riding the bull,” he said with a wink.Honestly, I didn’t even know why I bothered. If Grandmother Leeds took my fortune away, I supposed I’d just have to start from the bottom.But this was about more than money. This was about proving to myself I could finish something.I spotted Penelope in the stands sitting beside Avery and little Rosalie, and my heart started thudding harder. My inner Devil growled softly.One of the side effects of being mated was I felt much more in sync with my darker side. My inner beast no longer wanted to tear me apart and take over. All thoughts were of her now. Of us.And wasn’t that amazing?The smell of hay and fur, of sweat and blood, was all around me, but it did nothing to tempt me, monster tha

##CHAPTER: BOOK2 BLURB&PROLOGUE COWBOY WOLF’S KISS He’s been trying to find an anchor for his Wolf. She’s been living a secret life. Emmet Quinn is a lone Wolf with a growly problem. Nothing seems to be able to satisfy his ornery beast. When he gets an email about a new job opportunity, Emmet doesn’t have to think twice. Packing up and moving all the way across the country to New Jersey sounds crazy. But it might be the only thing to save him. The Motley Crewd Ranch is the sorriest excuse for a working ranch he’s ever seen. But that doesn’t mean he’s ready to walk away. Especially not when he meets Jezebel Braydon. The curvy human is soft and sweet, and he’s dying to know more about her. Never one to strike out with ladies, he can’t understand why this woman shoots down every attempt he makes at a little harmless flirting. Emmet knows he should back off. But there is something about her and he can’t let it go. Something hidden behind her sad smiles. A secret, perhap

The kettle whistled loudly, cutting through the heavy silence of my cramped office and pulling me away from the depressing task of sorting through the month’s bills.I let out a sigh, rubbing my temples as I glanced at the piles of paper scattered across the desk—overdue notices, rising utility costs, and the inevitable reminder of my dwindling cash reserves.For the last two weeks, the rain had poured down almost nonstop, a relentless deluge that mirrored my growing anxiety.Each drop felt like a weight pressing down on my already wobbly finances, pushing me closer to the edge of no return.I had always known that weather could make or break a business like mine—a drive-in movie theater in a small town was a fickle beast, reliant on the whims of both customers and the sky.Bottom line, rain was bad when you depended on a drive-in movie theater to pay your bills. Typically, I was closed for about four months out of the year, but I was hoping to make it to Thanksgiving without havi

The thing about being a psychic no one told you was that you tended to be blind when it came to your own life.I used to think my curse was limited to seeing the shadows of the dead, but now and then, I saw other things, too. Inexplicable things.Things that inspired people to make up fairytales and folklore.Magic.Monsters.Mysteries.That kind of thing.Now, I knew the man in the truck was okay, after all, Penelope had sent him, and his truck bore the Motley Crewd Ranch logo.But I wasn’t expecting a psychic vision to fill my head the moment we locked eyes, which was probably why it hit me so hard.It felt like a thunderclap in the stillness of my mind, jolting me out of reality.My pulse started racing as the world around us blurred into insignificance.The second I met his intense gaze I was struck by a vision so clear it rendered me speechless.I saw flashes of images—vivid colors swirling together, landscapes shifting like sand in the wind.There was a darkened fiel