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Pulling back, I see his dilated pupils, his wild hair, those glasses I fucking love.

“Mav. Are you serious?”

“Mhm. I loved you when you didn’t even notice me.”

“Mav, I’ve always noticed you. I’ve had a crush on you for years. When I was just a kid, and you didn’t look my way.”

That makes my chest constrict. “Shut up.”

He grins, laughing softly. “I’m serious. I just thought you didn’t like me, or at least didn’t notice me. Which bothered me. It made me resentful to know I could never have you. And then…the glory hole. The heats. We were mated. Everything changed.”

“The day we found out we were mates, all my dreams came true. All of them.”

He lets out a surprised puff of air and then leans up, kissing me softly.

“Fuck me like you love me then.”

So I do. I spread those legs wide and push into his slick hole. A moan leaves me as I slide inside, loving how well he takes me.

“Oh gods, I love your dick. That piercing…” he groans as I start to fuck into him, “I love you. Love you. More. Please more.”

I can feel the energy in him shift as our hips slap together, his hole contracting around me. This is going to be fast. Quick and sloppy. And it is. When he comes a few minutes later, it pulls my own release from me, filling him, marking him as mine.

My face falls to his neck, and I scent him once more, loving that he smells of me. Not of something cold and stale, something other, like before.

He sighs beneath me, and for a moment, I worry I’m crushing him, but he stops me from rolling off by holding on to me tightly, clinging to me like a koala.

“Stay here for a bit. I feel so good with you inside of me.”

We lie like that for ages, my lips on his, kissing, sucking, nipping. But not biting.

And then we fuck again. This time, fast and hard.

And then we do it again. Rough and slow.

For the first time in weeks, I feel alive. I feel whole.

It was him. It was always him.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

SKYE

I spendthe entire weekend with Maverick, unwilling to leave him. Because I missed him, because I love him, and because, like the doctor said, being with him is healing me. My body no longer aches, I’m eating again, and I feel happy.

For the first time in weeks, I’m laughing. Smiling. Feeling content.

Part of me knows it’s physical and hormonal, but the other part of me knows Maverick is the one I want. He’s the reason I’m better. Because with him, I feel like myself.

The only thing the two of us haven’t talked about is my next heat, Red, and what we’re going to do about school, which I need to do soon. Gods truth, I don’t want to live away from him.

I don’t want to be apart from him ever again. The thought of it sends me spiraling slightly.

“I no longer hate him,” Rob says. “I’m just happy you’re happy and no longer dying.”

I grin at him and take a bite of fruit that Mav cut up for me. He’s always doing that, making sure I’ve eaten. Looking back onour time together, I realize he’s always done that. He’s always taken care of me in his own way.

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