Page 17 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

EIGHT

SKYE

Maverick seems to be synced up with each of my waves. He’s inside of me before I can even beg for it. It’s how he wakes me a few hours later, the sun not even above the horizon, his cock splitting me wide open.

“My little Skye,” he whispers into my ear, that tightening I felt before I passed out reappearing again as he continues to fuck into me. It doesn’t stop either. It just continues to make itself known, the bites on my skin aching as he fucks me through my heat.

The next day is upon us and despite him taking me roughly all night long, I’m so fucking horny. Maverick only has time to grab me something to eat between each knotting before I’m ready to go again.

The entire trailer smells like sex, our cum and my slick.

Not that he seems to mind. His inner wolf is dominating, the way he scent marks me, how he bites into my skin everywhere but the side of my neck.

Claiming me in a very roundabout way.

It’s not official, but still, it feels like I’m his.

“Where is he?” a loud voice booms from the outside of the trailer.

I grumble at the intrusion, tucking myself under the covers and further on top of Maverick.

“Go away, Forest,” I murmur. “I’m fine.”

I know he can hear me through the rickety walls of this trailer. We may not be able to shift, but we’ve retained our wolf hearing just fine.

The door opens a moment later, and Forest appears, a frown on his face before he pulls his shirt over his mouth and nose. I only peer over at him before tucking myself back against Maverick’s neck.

“Gods, it stinks in here.”

“You can leave. You weren’t invited,” I say, and Maverick’s hands settle on my ass in warning.

“He’s being taken care of, Forest. You don’t need to worry.”

Forest throws his hands up and his shirt slips down his face slightly.

“I know he is, but Mav, we’ve had this fucking conversation. He’s going places and you and I…” He sighs and then points his finger. “This is the last time. I mean it.”

Maverick nods and then Forest stomps out of the trailer, slamming the door behind him.

I sit up, straddling Maverick’s big body, my fingers tracing across his tattoos.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused so much drama. I know Forest just thinks he’s protecting me. But I can make my own choices. And being in heat…well, I only want to spend it with you.”

“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.”

He pulls the covers off me and swears under his breath when he sees the marks all over my skin. “What the fuck did he do?”

“What I wanted him to. Argh, my head is killing me. I think I’m dying.”

My dad’s fingers trace over the bite on my ankle and then the one on my forearm. He tilts my head slightly and sighs.

“Don’t worry. There’s no mating mark,” I gasp.

“I don’t know if that matters. This fever and the body aches are indicative of a bond being new and your mate not being close.”

“We didn’t bond. He was careful,” I murmur, but my dad’s already stalking from the room, his phone out and his fingers flying across the screen.

I float in and out of consciousness as I hear the telltale sound of a motorcycle moving up the driveway. The thought of Maverick has my muscles loosening and the haze in my mind starting to dissipate.

I can feel him drawing closer and when he’s inside the room, I can breathe again.

“Maverick,” I moan, and he tucks himself against my side as I curl into him, feeling the pain inside of me fade away with each exhale. “You’re here.”

“Your dad called me. Shit, Skye. I think…I think we’ve…fuck, I don’t know how it happened.”

“Oh,” I say, not at all comprehending it. I know that whatever this is will be life-altering, but I’m just so happy I feel better that I can’t even be upset about it. I thought I was going to die. I thought it was all over.

“We’ll fix it. Whatever it is. I promise,” Maverick says just as my dad enters my room and I peer up at him. He doesn’t look happy at all.

“You will fix it,” he murmurs and then shakes his head. “I scheduled an appointment with the doctor tomorrow and they’ll assess you. I’ll give you privacy, but remember, other people live here. So if you could keep it down.”

I blush at that and then wiggle a little closer to Maverick, hating that I’ve been reduced to this, but so happy that the fire that was burning me alive is now gone.

“Do you think it was my bite on you that bonded us?” I ask, and Maverick huffs.

“I don’t know. Maybe. We’ll ask the doctor tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I say and then crawl up so I’m fully on top of him. “I’m just doing this so I don’t get sick. I don’t want to feel like I did before.”

“I’ll make sure to stay with you until we get this figured out.”

“Thank you,” I murmur and then feel my eyes close from exhaustion.