Page 84 of Talk About… Rivalry

A wicked grin lit up my face and my fingers dug into his hips, lifting him slightly before I did just as he asked, fucking him even harder.

The air filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was lewd and delicious, amping up my need to new heights.

When I snaked my arm around him he was already hard again. Taylor whimpered as I wrapped my hand around his cock, pumping him in time with my own thrust.

Every sound he made sent me closer to my own release.

My knot was swelling now, pushing him even further as it pressed right into that spot that made him lose control

He wasn’t the only one affected. I could barely remind myself to breathe at this point.

Pleasure was coiling in my stomach, my muscles tensing and my movements jerky before that pressure went straight to my balls.

I could feel them tightening, my release ready to explode.

But I needed him to come first.

“Come for your alpha,” I demanded, stroking him even harder.

With one last guttural groan he came, spilling onto his sheets as his ass tightened around me.

I buried my face into his spine, my teeth aching with the need to claim him but I knew it wasn’t time. We hadn’t talked about that yet.

Wave after wave of pure, white hot bliss tore through me as I filled his ass. A deep satisfaction echoed through me now that I’d thoroughly fucked my omega. Knowing my seed was filling him had my chest tightening, my attention solely on him.

“So fucking perfect,” I praised him as I settled us on our side, still locked together. I breathed him in with every breath, filling my senses with my omega.

“Yours,” he promised, his voice slurring.

“Mine.”

Sidney

It was still strange being alone with Maverick. We were side by side in his pickup truck, his hand resting on my thigh, and I swear my heart hadn’t stopped slamming in my chest since I let these men past my defenses.

As if he could sense me thinking about it, he glanced over.

“Sidney, I’m going to need you to breathe before you give yourself a heart attack.”

A strangled, hysterical sort of laugh belted out of me. He looked surprised at first but then he couldn’t help himself, chuckling along with me.

“I hate that things are weird between us now,” he admitted. “It used to be so easy.”

“I’m sorry,” I started but he gave my thigh a squeeze, quietly telling me that that was enough. “I don’t need you to apologize to me, Sidney, I need you to be comfortable with me again.”

“I’m trying,” I admitted with a groan. I was just as frustrated as he was. “Right now I’m more nervous about going back to theranch again. When I was getting ready for the baby shower I ran into Uncle Dale and pretty much told him that I had a pack. The truth is, I just left them high and dry. I was taking care of the horse, then my life just fell apart.”

“I don’t know how I feel about you finding a pack being chalked up to falling apart,” he said dryly.

“It’s not that simple, unfortunately. Not for me,” I whispered.

His hand tightened on my thigh again.

“Sidney, I need you to listen to me and listen well. I meant what I told you at dinner. You are mine and nothing is going to ever change that. I know it in my bones. Hell, I’ve known it for years.”

How long had I longed for him to say that?

“It doesn’t feel real, Maverick. I’ve wanted you, too, I just knew that it was unfair of me to lead you on knowing that I couldn’t be your future.”

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