Page 115 of Pit Stop

“Mm,” is all I can hum as he slides a hand through my hair and tilts my head, just enough so he can reach my lips. He kisses me softly, our tongues tangling before pressing his forehead to mine.

“Are you uncomfortable?” he asks.

“Kinda, but…” I wiggle against him, and he grunts. “This is also nice.”

“What about you? I wish I could feel you again,” he says.

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

We’re silent for a moment, his hand stroking through my hair. I break it when I ask, “Do you want to be mates again? I mean, mated with me again?”

Maverick’s hand stills. “Yeah, I do. But I think we should wait. I want to make sure you really want it this time.”

Maverick seems unsure, but I want him to know that I want it. As long as he wants me, then I’m in this. I want to feel him again, to be as close as we once were.

I huff and then turn as much as I can, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Do you not want me, Mav? Tell me.”

“I do. I fucking do, but I want to make sure that this is what you want for the rest of your life. Because I won’t break it. I won’t go through that again.”

“I do want it. I’ve always wanted it. I just thought it was impossible between us, that it couldn’t work. I was wrong.”

He sighs and then strokes the side of my neck.

“Yeah, I get it. But we should still wait. That would be the responsible thing to do.”

A pout forms on my lips. “Ugh, waiting sucks, Mav. It’s been three months. Come on. I’m serious. Enough already—oh gods.” Heat flares through me. “Again. I need it again.”

My body warms and I grind back against him, fucking against his knot and making Maverick growl.

“Skye.”

“Oh gods, please. More!”

“I can’t, not with you stuck—fuck! Skye!”

I stand up and force my ass to take it, his knot popping in and out of my rim. The feel of it…I’ve never had anything like it. Didn’t know this was even possible, but the way I love it. The way I want to do this every time.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cry out, my eyes closed, my head pressed right against his chest, his hands holding me up.

Maverick is louder now, snapping his teeth, his fingernails dragging across my chest as I fuck myself onto him.

“This is too much, Skye. Oh fuck,” Maverick growls and then his face is resting in the crook of my neck, his breathing brushing across my skin. I don’t stop. I just take his knot inside of me over and over.

It’s driving him crazy. I can sense it, the change in him. More feral, more unhinged.

“Skye,” he says darkly, his lips pressed right there. “You have to stop.”

“Can’t. Want more,” I pant.

Maverick tries to resist, but that inner wolf comes out.

His teeth clamp down on my neck roughly, and I feel it, the snaking of the bond around us. It clenches around my chest, around his. Maverick’s skin almost glows as it tightens, and when his mouth leaves my skin, he does it again. Unable to help himself.

Good, I think. I didn’t expect it, but good.

My cock erupts again and so does Maverick’s, his knot growing even more as he impales me with it.

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