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“I’ll go slow, Skye-light,” he says softly before leaning over and grabbing the lube. I don’t need much, my slick is probably enough, but he doesn’t want to hurt me.

Sitting up, he lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder and gently starts to work me open. One finger. Two. A slow scissoring until I’m almost sweating with the need for more.

“I can take more. This is too slow!”

He glances down at where he’s entering me and wets his lips.

Then I feel him push a third finger inside of me and I gasp, bearing down.

“So good for me,” he says, reaching his free hand down to stroke my cock. My hands fist the sheets, letting him stuff mefull, opening me up until I’m ready for him. I’m always ready. He must sense it, my desperation, because he wets his cock with lube, slots it at my hole, and gently pushes in. His arms are bracketing my face, his hair falling over his forehead, and I can’t help but press my hands to his skin, feeling the way his heartbeat picks up in his chest.

“Fuck, so tight,” he moans as he pushes all the way in, my body accommodating his size just fine. My legs wrap around his body, ankles crossing behind his back, and I lean up and take his lips with mine.

He groans, slowly rocking into me, making sensations flare up within me. Need, desire, but something else as well.

Something deeper.

I don’t want to think about it too hard because it’s scary. Considering that we’re going to get this bond dissolved as soon as we can. I can’t go there. And I don’t want to. No matter how good and right this feels. It’s not real.

It’s not fucking real.

I kiss him harder, my tongue moving into his mouth as his cock tunnels in and out of me until we’re both moaning, the bed rocking steadily against the wall. When we both finally come, the orgasm is so strong I lose the ability to breathe. Maverick seems to have the same issue because his body is shaking slightly as he empties himself into me.

Then he falls to my side, pulling me into him and nuzzling against my neck.

“Why’s it so good?” he asks, and I turn into his embrace and press our bodies as close together as I can. I don’t know why it’s this good. Maybe every bond is like this, or maybe it’s just us. I won’t know until we end it and I can look back on this objectively.

CHAPTER

TEN

MAVERICK

There was alwayssomething about Skye that drew my eye. When we were younger, it was mostly curiosity because he was so different from his brothers. He intrigued me, perplexed me.

But a year ago, when he came home for the summer from his second year at college, I started staring a little too hard. I suddenly realized that the youngest Barrett brother was hot as hell, with that lean frame, messy hair, and those glasses… Well, needless to say, my dick was on board as well.

The sheer number of dreams I’ve had about him—his ass up in the air, his legs twined around my back as I pumped into his slick hole.

It was lewd and inappropriate, and I tried like hell to ignore it.

But when his heat activated in that glory hole and I discovered who I’d knotted, I knew I was fucked.

Skye has been a year-long obsession, and not one I’m easily going to get over anytime soon. It doesn’t help that we’re matednow and he’s never been so fucking hot. The way I can feel him weaving his way inside of me, how in tune we are.

The thought of ending this bond is making my heart crack.

I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

But it’s what he wants, I tell myself. He wants to finish college and have a successful career. He doesn’t want to be tied to an alpha mate. Especially one like me. One with really no other prospects than what I have now.

He deserves better.

“Why are you awake?” he asks softly, curled up on top of me. He stretches out like a cat, making my libido rocket. It’s in fucking outer space right now. Orbiting the moon.

If the moon was an ass.

Skye’s ass.

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