Page 116 of Pit Stop

Our breathing is ragged as we come down from the high of it, Maverick’s body holding me against him.

“Shit,” he murmurs, and I let out a small laugh, feeling the worry he has. “Shit. I told you to stop and now…fuck. I’m sorry.”

My laugh deepens, and Maverick chuckles again, too.

“Don’t be. I’m so fucking happy. I told you I wanted it, and I did. I mean, I didn’t expect it so soon, but that’s just so us, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it seems it is. I didn’t even know an omega could take a knot like that.”

“Well, I did. I’m magical.”

Maverick kisses the mark on my skin, and something inside of me flares.

“Mates,” I say, and he growls against me.

“Mates.”

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