Page 76 of Pit Stop

“Yeah, omegas come here for sex. Some are in heat, others are just horny. And the alphas are here to find a nice hole to fuck.”

“And that’s why you came?”

“Mhm.”

I pause and watch as an omega on his hands and knees arches his back, offering his ass to anyone willing to fuck him. I can smell his slick, the scent of his pheromones lingering in the air. A man pushes past us, a growl on his lips. He falls to the floor and pushes his cock inside, making the other man cry out.

This is more than just a bar. It’s a brothel.

“But Skye, no one’s tasted as good as you,” Maverick says as he drags me into one of the empty rooms and pushes me against the rough wall. My back scrapes against the rocks, my legs wrapping around his waist as he lifts me up and kisses me roughly.

I groan into his mouth, knowing we absolutely shouldn’t fuck here, but also unable to stop myself.

Not when I’m wet and surrounded by so much sex and debauchery. The lust overwhelms me. I can feel it, the urge for him to just inhabit me, to knot me so I can’t move.

To feel him inside of me for hours.

I should consult the little moon I bought at the street fair and see if it thinks I’m nearing my next heat. Will it glow the right color? Will it tell me how close I am to begging?

It doesn’t matter right now. I’m simply horny. I wantmore. I wanthim.

“You gonna fuck me right here?” I ask as he cants his hips and grinds against me.

“Not when your brother is in the other room,” he says, nipping at my cheek.

“Mav,” I whine, but he seems adamant about it. Even when I beg for it, trying to tempt him by sinking to my knees and mouthing at his jeans. He just pulls me up and drags his hand across my cock tenting my pants.

“No. Not here. I’ll fuck you when we get home. Right now, we’re not doing anything more than this.”

The thought of waiting irritates me, knowing I’m begging for it and being turned down, but I can tell he’s struggling as much as I am. He wants to take me right against this wall like the animal he is deep down, but he doesn’t. He has so much restraint. So much. I don’t know how he does it.

The sounds of everyone around us only seem to grow louder, the scents stronger. It’s almost overwhelming. I can barely breathe.

“We should go,” he says, pulling away from me. His chest is heaving, his lips parted as he pants. “We need to fucking leave.”

I nod, and he pulls me through the crowd, moving outside without a backward glance. The helmet is stuffed on my head, and the engine rumbles beneath us as he takes off down the mountain, bringing us home.

Our home, the little place I’ve made into my nest, where we first became mates. It’s special in a way. It shouldn’t be, but it is.

I watch as he takes a different exit, not the one I expected him to, and when we pull up outside a diner, I question him.

“Why did we stop?”

“You’re hungry and need to eat.”

He must have felt it, heard the way my stomach was rumbling. Not that I want to eat right now, but still, I probably should. And I want to let him take care of me, to let that alpha part of him take over.

I like being taken care of. Deep down, I crave it.

“All right,” I sigh as he pulls my helmet off and sets it on the handlebars.

“Come on. You’ll like their food here. And then we can go home and you can have my cock.”

“I’d rather eat that for dinner than anything else, but fine. I know you won’t be happy until I’m full.”

He chuckles. “You’ve got that right.”

As we walk toward the dingy door, I can feel something inside of Maverick shift, and it’s something different—nervous maybe? I don’t know why he would be anxious about eating in a small roadside diner.

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