Page 75 of Pit Stop

Maverick growls at the obvious flirtation and it makes me shiver. Love how he gets when someone notices me.

“Thank you,” I say, pulling it into my hand. “What’s your name?”

“Soren. And you?”

“Skye.”

“A pretty name for a pretty man.”

I blush as I take a sip of the drink, sputtering slightly at how spicy it is. But it grows on me and pretty soon, the cup is empty.

“Thank you, that was delicious.”

“Anytime.”

Maverick’s hand tightens on me as he pulls me closer to him. His beer is in his hand as we both turn and make our way through The Den. Honestly, I’m eager to see what else lies in the shadows of this place. I want to see what I’ve missed being stuck in my bubble, being sheltered by my annoying older brothers.

As we move, I feel the room spin, and I realize the drink was stronger than I thought. Soren wasn’t stingy with the vodka.

“You okay?” Maverick asks, concern lining his voice.

“Yeah,” I murmur as I lean into him, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling. The warm, musky scent of him is perfect. Just what I need to center myself.

“Better?” he asks, and I peer up at him, watching those pupils dilate as he stares down at me.

“Better,” I whisper, and I know he feels it. I’m buzzed but feel secure next to my mate. It’s such an odd thing, being bonded to someone like this. The way I can feel him, the rumbling possession, the way the desire flows from him to me. I wonder what he feels from me.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to eat.”

“Not yet. I want to see what’s down that hallway first.”

“Skye…”

“Don’t Skye me. I wanna see, Mav. Show me.”

His fingers curl against my hip and he pulls me in close.

“Don’t say no to me,” I add. “I wanna see. I’ve never been and I deserve to know what’s back there. I’m tired of being sheltered.”

His bones crack as he leans down, his lips nearly touching my ear. “Fine, but just know, I don’t share. You’re mine while I have you, Skye-light.”

Those words, the way he says them, clipped and sure, make me melt. He must feel what they do to me.

I hate how I love how possessive he is, the alpha to my omega.

I really shouldn’t want this. It goes against everything I stand for, and yet here I am, a puddle at his feet as he guides me toward the dark hallway, the sounds of people fucking and biting and moaning hitting my ears as we approach.

When we enter the dark carved-out space, my eyes flit to the right and I see two men against the wall, one bent forward, fingers clawing at the wall as he’s fucked into. Moans hit my ears and I feel my cock perk up at the sound. Is this what Mav hears when he enters me, when he makes me forget my name?

Oh gods, it’s…humiliating and hot. A weird, grotesque combination.

“You’ve seen enough?” he whispers into my ear, and I swallow, shaking my head.

“No. I want to see more.”

He continues to lead me forward, watching as a woman and man fuck on the floor, like two animals in heat. It does nothing to lessen the lust pulsing through me. It only intensifies it.

“Mav, did you come here to fuck omegas in heat?” I ask when I turn a corner and see another couple fucking against a wall.

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