Page 48 of Pit Stop

“I know,” he says, his fingertips tracing over the bite marks on my stomach and hips. “I couldn’t stand it if you went to someone else. I know things won’t work out in the long run, but…I’m happy to be here with you now.”

I feel something inside of me, almost as if I can sense an emotion that isn’t my own before it disappears as my next wave hits me.

Maverick’s hips shift and the next thing I know, he’s inside of me, fucking me so deeply that all I can do is lie down on his chest and take it. The pleasure, the sensations moving through me are heightened by his emotions which seem to be swirling up from him and into my skin.

I can feel how much he wants this, wants me. When he comes, I feel it intensely, my vision whiting out and my body shaking so roughly that I pass out.

When I come to, he’s pressing bits of melon to my lips, forcing me to eat when all I want is to disappear inside of him forever. I never want to leave this bed.

“You need to eat, Skye-light.”

“I know,” I say, letting him slide it between my teeth. I chew and swallow, my stomach rumbling as I do. I guess I’m hungrier than I thought. “I hate this, Mav. I hate that I’m reduced to this.”

“I know, but you’re so good. You’re doing so well.”

“How am I going to go on and get some high-powered job when I’m like this once a month? This is ridiculous. No one will hire me.”

He presses another piece of fruit into my mouth and I chew it as he nuzzles against my neck. Fuck, he smells so good. Addicting is what he is.

“They will. You’re so smart. They’ll work around your heats.”

“I’ll need to find a job that is willing to work with me. Omegas have trouble getting into high-profile careers because of this.”

Oh gods, just as I say that another heat wave hits me and I arch into him, needing to be bred right now.

“And I’ll need to find an alpha…”

Maverick cuts me off with his lips on mine. His cock slips into my slick hole and I sigh, loving how full I am.

“You don’t need to think about that right now. You just need to think of me.” He thrusts his hips forward and I groan and buck beneath him. What I’d give to go through my heats with only him.

But that’s not possible. This small town won’t allow me to pursue my dreams, to make a difference in the world. I need to move to a big city. I’ll probably have to find a service that caters to omegas and their heats. It will be impersonal, but it will get the job done and then I can go back to my life.

It will be nothing like this.

Maverick leans down and pulls my arms above my head, biting down roughly on my armpit, leaving a mark there. I feel another pulse of heat move through me, and I gasp at the sensation of being filled and the utter obsession flowing through him and into me.

It’s so alive that I can feel it. It’s palpable.

His lips trail up my sensitive skin and he bites down on my forearm as I lean up and lick the sweat rolling down his temple. And when my teeth scrape over his pulse point, I let my teeth sink into it, tasting blood with how hard I latch on. He grunts, and I feel him release into me. The feel of him filling me up has my own cock exploding and I gasp as his knot stretches me wide.

He falls on top of me and pulls me until we’re on our sides, our legs tangled, his knot tugging on my rim and making me gasp.

“So good,” he murmurs, and I sigh into his chest.

“You too. Gods, I’m going to miss this when I have to go back to school.”

He grumbles something under his breath and then leans back and grabs the water bottle, forcing me to drink some before I fall into a deep slumber. My entire body aches, but I’m satiated and satisfied. I’ve never felt more at home than I do in his arms.

The heat ended the following day, and Maverick led me into his small shower and washed me clean before taking me home. I didn’t want to go, but he has to get back to his life, his job, and I have my own shit to deal with. Like registering for classes for the upcoming semester and trying to figure out how I’m going to make it at college when I have no alpha on call.

As I watch Maverick slip into his car and drive away, my chest starts to ache. I’ve never had this happen before. I put it off to being hungry and exhausted, or maybe even heartburn. So I force myself into the kitchen, make myself a smoothie, and then grab a water bottle before moving upstairs.

But it doesn’t let up. The ache only builds until I feel like I may die.

My dad finds me like that, curled up under my covers, my entire body on fire.

“Skye, what’s going on?” he asks, pressing a hand to my forehead. “You’re burning up.”

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