Page 28 of Pit Stop

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.

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

Maverick growls at the obvious flirtation and it makes me shiver. Love how he gets when someone notices me.

“Thank you,” I say, pulling it into my hand. “What’s your name?”

“Soren. And you?”

“Skye.”

“A pretty name for a pretty man.”

I blush as I take a sip of the drink, sputtering slightly at how spicy it is. But it grows on me and pretty soon, the cup is empty.

“Thank you, that was delicious.”

“Anytime.”

Maverick’s hand tightens on me as he pulls me closer to him.

His beer is in his hand as we both turn and make our way through The Den.

Honestly, I’m eager to see what else lies in the shadows of this place.

I want to see what I’ve missed being stuck in my bubble, being sheltered by my annoying older brothers.

As we move, I feel the room spin, and I realize the drink was stronger than I thought. Soren wasn’t stingy with the vodka.

“You okay?” Maverick asks, concern lining his voice.

“Yeah,” I murmur as I lean into him, pressing my nose to his chest and inhaling. The warm, musky scent of him is perfect. Just what I need to center myself.

“Better?” he asks, and I peer up at him, watching those pupils dilate as he stares down at me.

“Better,” I whisper, and I know he feels it. I’m buzzed but feel secure next to my mate. It’s such an odd thing, being bonded to someone like this. The way I can feel him, the rumbling possession, the way the desire flows from him to me. I wonder what he feels from me.

“Come on. Let’s get you something to eat.”

“Not yet. I want to see what’s down that hallway first.”

“Skye…”

“Don’t Skye me. I wanna see, Mav. Show me.”

His fingers curl against my hip and he pulls me in close.

“Don’t say no to me,” I add. “I wanna see. I’ve never been and I deserve to know what’s back there. I’m tired of being sheltered.”

His bones crack as he leans down, his lips nearly touching my ear. “Fine, but just know, I don’t share. You’re mine while I have you, Skye-light.”

Those words, the way he says them, clipped and sure, make me melt. He must feel what they do to me.

I hate how I love how possessive he is, the alpha to my omega.

I really shouldn’t want this. It goes against everything I stand for, and yet here I am, a puddle at his feet as he guides me toward the dark hallway, the sounds of people fucking and biting and moaning hitting my ears as we approach.

When we enter the dark carved-out space, my eyes flit to the right and I see two men against the wall, one bent forward, fingers clawing at the wall as he’s fucked into.

Moans hit my ears and I feel my cock perk up at the sound.

Is this what Mav hears when he enters me, when he makes me forget my name?

Oh gods, it’s…humiliating and hot. A weird, grotesque combination.

“You’ve seen enough?” he whispers into my ear, and I swallow, shaking my head.

“No. I want to see more.”

He continues to lead me forward, watching as a woman and man fuck on the floor, like two animals in heat. It does nothing to lessen the lust pulsing through me. It only intensifies it.

“Mav, did you come here to fuck omegas in heat?” I ask when I turn a corner and see another couple fucking against a wall.

“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 want more . I want him .

“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.

He pulls the door open, and a bell jangles above us. His hand falls to my lower back as he ushers me inside. An older woman is behind the counter, her graying hair pulled into a bun, her uniform slightly worn.

She looks up as we enter and arches an eyebrow.

“Mav, nice of you to finally come see me.” Her voice is hoarse, like a long-time smoker.

I turn my gaze up to Maverick and then back to the woman. “And I see you’ve brought your mate. Can smell you on him from here.”

Maverick sighs and then runs a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, Mom. This is Skye. Skye, this is my mom.”

I’m so shocked at this meeting that I just stand there, staring at her. What the hell? He brought me to meet his mom in the middle of the night while I’m still half horny. I didn’t even know he had any family around here. I don’t know anything about his family, to be honest.

Shit, does that make me a bad mate? I think it does. I should know more about him. Because it seems he knows everything about me.

“Hi,” I finally manage to utter, and Maverick’s mom gives a bitter laugh.

“Seems you picked a smart one too,” she says dryly.

“He is,” Maverick grunts. “He’s a lot smarter than us. He’s going to college.”