Page 47 of Pit Stop

As I come, he sinks his teeth into the back of my neck, marking me there as well, making me scream. Oh gods, the police are going to come because of frantic I am. Everyone is going to hear this and yet I don’t care. I just want it to never stop.

And he doesn’t. He continues to fuck into me until I’m coming again, his teeth sinking into the underside of my arm as he releases inside of my tight hole.

That invisible band expands, tightening around my stomach and wrapping around my thighs, my cock, my balls. It’s everywhere.

I start to vibrate with euphoria as he knots me again and we fall onto the bed, our bodies wrapped against each other, our breathing labored.

“It feels different this time,” I say, and he nods, kissing my broken skin.

“It feels right. You and me.”

“Yes,” I say as my eyelids fall shut. The last thing I remember is him whispering something in my ear, words that are foreign to me. And it lulls me to sleep.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

SKYE

Maverick seemsto be synced up with each of my waves. He’s inside of me before I can even beg for it. It’s how he wakes me a few hours later, the sun not even above the horizon, his cock splitting me wide open.

“My little Skye,” he whispers into my ear, that tightening I felt before I passed out reappearing again as he continues to fuck into me. It doesn’t stop either. It just continues to make itself known, the bites on my skin aching as he fucks me through my heat.

The next day is upon us and despite him taking me roughly all night long, I’m so fucking horny. Maverick only has time to grab me something to eat between each knotting before I’m ready to go again.

The entire trailer smells like sex, our cum and my slick.

Not that he seems to mind. His inner wolf is dominating, the way he scent marks me, how he bites into my skin everywhere but the side of my neck.

Claiming me in a very roundabout way.

It’s not official, but still, it feels like I’m his.

“Where is he?” a loud voice booms from the outside of the trailer.

I grumble at the intrusion, tucking myself under the covers and further on top of Maverick.

“Go away, Forest,” I murmur. “I’m fine.”

I know he can hear me through the rickety walls of this trailer. We may not be able to shift, but we’ve retained our wolf hearing just fine.

The door opens a moment later, and Forest appears, a frown on his face before he pulls his shirt over his mouth and nose. I only peer over at him before tucking myself back against Maverick’s neck.

“Gods, it stinks in here.”

“You can leave. You weren’t invited,” I say, and Maverick’s hands settle on my ass in warning.

“He’s being taken care of, Forest. You don’t need to worry.”

Forest throws his hands up and his shirt slips down his face slightly.

“I know he is, but Mav, we’ve had this fucking conversation. He’s going places and you and I…” He sighs and then points his finger. “This is the last time. I mean it.”

Maverick nods and then Forest stomps out of the trailer, slamming the door behind him.

I sit up, straddling Maverick’s big body, my fingers tracing across his tattoos.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused so much drama. I know Forest just thinks he’s protecting me. But I can make my own choices. And being in heat…well, I only want to spend it with you.”

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