Page 74 of Pit Stop

“Did you seriously drive me all the way to a sex club?”

His lips twitch. “Would you have listened if I told you not to come, that you weren’t allowed?”

I arch an eyebrow at him, my stubbornness flaring as I consider it.

“Yeah, you know you would have been pissed, would have rioted, so here we are. Now you know what The Den is.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this. I just thought people went to The Pit Stop for sex.”

“That’s a closer one to town, but yeah. This is a favorite for some. Really makes alphas feel primal.”

I peer over my shoulder as Maverick tries to pull me farther away from the lewd acts being performed across the room.

“Okay, but I want to see it though. If I came all the way here, I want to see it all.”

Maverick sighs, his hand moving to my lower back, and I feel his nervousness. “After a drink. Then we can go exploring.”

The way he says that has my cock perking up. He has more in mind than just exploring. I know it. But still, I let him lead me toward the bar, watching as Forest chats with a lithe young man, his long red hair in pig tails, his lips pink and pouty. He’s wearing black leather pants and no shirt.

I don’t want to think about what my brother has planned for him, so I turn away and let my eyes fall on the bartender.

He’s a large man with a long beard and gleaming yellow eyes. Maverick pulls me closer as that golden, predatory gaze meets mine.

“See you brought your own omega this time, Mav,” the man says.

Maverick nods. “Yep. He’s mine, though. I’m not sharing.”

“Right. Heard you got yourself a mate. You’re a lucky man,” he says, looking at me. “Lots of omegas have been trying to land him, but he was never interested.”

I peer over at Maverick and then meet the bartender’s stare.

“How about he’s lucky to have me? I’m quite the catch.”

The man’s beard twitches, and he laughs. It booms around us, and people turn to stare. But they eventually turn away and ignore us, too focused on the task at hand.

“How did you two meet?” he asks us.

“A glory hole,” I say before Maverick can say I’m Forest’s brother. I don’t want to be that right now. I want to be myself. “He fucked me and I went into heat and the rest is history.”

The man guffaws again and shakes his head. “I see what you mean. You are a catch. How about I make you something I think fits your personality?”

“Sure,” I say as he moves away.

As he works, I see movement to my side, an omega running through the door, almost frantic, an alpha stalking him slowly behind.

“Shit,” I murmur, moving to help, but Maverick stops me.

“No. It’s part of it. The forest out there…primal play.”

I stare up at him, and his hand lands on my fluttering stomach. “They want to be chased and fucked. It’s part of the game.”

“Oh,” I say, and Maverick’s lips hit my ear.

“If you want that, I can play that game.”

My dick perks up even more, but before I can reply, the bartender is back, pushing two drinks in front of us. Maverick gets a beer while I get something in a martini glass.

“Jalapeño martini. Hot and spicy, just like you.”

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