Page 3 of Pit Stop

“What the fuck are you doing here? Did you know I’d be here tonight?”

I roll my eyes and then groan when a cramp hits me. Oh fuck, that’s…not good.

“No, of course not. I had no idea you were going to be here, Maverick. And if I had known, I wouldn’t be here,” I hiss.

His jaw clicks as he grinds his teeth, almost like he doesn’t believe me.

“Trust me. I wanted this to happen with anyone but you.”

His eye twitches and his nostrils flare. “Yeah, all right. Come on. Let’s get you out of here before you go into another heat wave. Did you drive?”

“No, I took a rideshare, but—” I lean forward and palm my hard, throbbing dick, “Oh gods, everything hurts in a really uncomfortable but oddly sexy way.”

Maverick’s gaze settles on me and he runs a hand across his jaw once more. The stubble there audibly abrades his palm and he shakes his head.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, yes, fuck is right. But Mav, please, don’t take me home to my dad and Forest. I’m not prepared for this. I have nothing to help me. No one to help me.”

He reaches around me and pulls me into his side, seeming suddenly worried. “Shit, Skye.”

“Yeah, I know. Oh gods,” I murmur as I lean into him and rub my nose along his neck. “I hate that you smell so good right now. You should be disgusting, but you’re not.”

“Yeah. I know what you think of me,” he murmurs as he opens the squeaky door and leads me outside, our pace quicker than usual. “But we gotta get you out of here before they smell you. I don’t think I could take them all if they started to rut.”

I suddenly feel nervous, the idea of multiple alphas taking me, one after the other. Although the thought of it makes my hole leak even more. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re not getting fucked by the entire bar. Your brother would kill me. I’ll take you back to my place, and I’ll take care of you until you’re over this.”

I moan at the thought of him thrusting into me once more and then force my face into a frown. “Fine, if you insist.”

“Shit, are you sure you don’t have any other options? A close friend? Someone you can trust?”

“No. No, I don’t, or else I’d ask you to bring me to them, wouldn’t I?”

“Maybe I should call Forest.”

The thought of my brother finding out about this…

“Don’t tell him. Please, Mav. I don’t want him to know.”

“Yeah, well, he has to know. Eventually.”

“He really doesn’t. This isn’t any of his business.” And this is so embarrassing.

“You think that your family isn’t going to notice when you’re gone for a few days?

” he asks as he pushes a helmet on my head and buckles it under my chin.

Our eyes meet, and I arch forward to grind my hips against his, trying to get some relief.

It doesn’t work. The only way I’ll have any satisfaction is if I’m stuffed full again.

“I don’t care. I don’t. I don’t want anyone to know what’s going on.”

His brows meet and his eyes narrow. Something flashes through his gaze, but it doesn’t linger long enough for me to decipher it.

Instead, he turns his back to me, straddling his motorcycle and revving the engine.

“All right. Better get on and hold on tight.”

I do as he says, throwing my leg over the seat and pulling myself against his strong back. I grind into him as he pulls out of the parking lot, just as a small group of men make their way toward us, their gazes intent on me, their mouths snarling.

“Shit,” he says as he guns it. Gravel flies out behind us as we turn onto the main road and speed off into the warm summer night.

The vibration of the engine beneath us, mixed with the heavy alpha scent of Maverick is making everything slightly hazy.

My pants are damp, both the front and back, and my hole and cock are still leaking profusely. My hands are pressed against his hard abdomen, and I tug his shirt up to feel his skin against mine.

I hate how perfect he is.

I’ve seen him without his shirt on before. I peered from behind my books and pretended to be looking off into the distance, but really, my eyes were on him. He’s quite the sight with those tattoos that perfectly line his sculpted chest and stomach.

Not that I want to want him.

Not that I want him to be the one I spend my heat with, but it is what it is.

And I guess it could be worse.

This could have happened with someone really detestable. Someone far uglier and meaner than my brother’s best friend.

At least I’ll like looking at his hot face and body while he knots me.

The thought of it has my entire body cramping up, and I suddenly feel bereft and empty. I need it. I fucking need it.

“Pull over,” I cry, making the motorcycle wobble slightly. I feel another wave coming on, and I am beside myself. “Pull over. Please. I need it. Oh gods. I need it, Mav.”

Maverick speeds up, and a moment later he’s pulling off onto a dirt road, shutting the bike off with a flick of his wrist, and helping me off the back.

He tugs my helmet from my head and leads me into the forest, not entirely out of view of the road, but far enough in that we’re hidden from any leering eyes.

“Please. Please,” I beg, turning around and grabbing the rough bark of a pine tree and arching my ass out. An offering of sorts.

“Hurry!”

Maverick grunts as he helps me tug my pants down my shaking thighs. He inhales deeply, his fingers dragging up my wet crack.

“Fuck, you’ve made a mess.”

“I know I have. I can’t help it,” I whine. “Now fuck me. Hurry .”

I hear his zipper lower, the rustle of fabric, and I arch back further, giving him better access. I feel his cock slot at my hole and then he’s entering me in one fell swoop. A snap of his hips has me gasping, his groin meeting my ass with a loud crack.

“Gods, you’re tight, Skye. What the hell?”

“It’s…it was my first time. I can’t believe you were my first time,” I nearly weep with need. “More. More. More !”

He grunts as he starts to cant his hips back and forth, setting a grueling pace, our skin slapping together as he fucks me.

It feels so good. So good. How is this my life? Oh my gods, I want him to live inside of me. I want to be stretched and filled by him every minute of the day. This goes against everything I want for my life, but oh fuck, I can’t even be mad because this feels so good.

“Maverick. Harder,” I groan when his hand wraps around the front of my neck and he pulls me upright. His cock is impaling me now, deep. He thrusts upward, and I lose the ability to breathe, my hole leaking freely around his hard length.

“This what you want?” he growls. “My dick buried inside of you?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes .”

He reaches down and lifts one of my legs slightly and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Yeah, you like it. You like my dick inside of you. Admit it. Say it.”

I bite my lip, trying to keep it inside, but I can’t maintain it for long. It feels too good, Maverick owning me—every inch of me, inside and out.

“You. You , Maverick. I love it.”

He grunts and then starts moving faster, nearly picking me up off the ground from the force of it. His face is buried in my neck, scenting me as he ruts upward.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers against my skin. “Touch yourself to thoughts of me.”

I reach down, clasp my weeping cock, and shuttle it with my fist. I feel my hole clench around him and his fingers tighten around my neck as he comes, the base of his dick expanding inside of me. The feel of it sets me off. I burst with a scream, my orgasm almost endless.

I’m chanting his name through the entirety of it, and when it’s finally over, I collapse against his chest, my head lolling back against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he says, his teeth scraping against the skin of my shoulder. “Fuck. Your ass…”

“Yes. Mhm, yes,” I say in response. I have no idea what I’m saying, just that I feel so good. Perfect. I don’t want him to pull out of me. I want to live in these woods, his dick buried inside my wrecked hole, and become the animals we once were, like our ancestors before us.

While I have heard rumors of a few remaining clans that still have alphas who can shift into wolves, our clan has evolved out of shifting.

We also no longer have male pregnancy as all male omegas are now born sterile—thank fuck for that!

I can’t imagine how much harder all this would be if I had pregnancy to contend with.

But we have retained some of our baser wolf needs, like pheromones and heat cycles, and of course, marking and mating rituals.

Maverick holds me tightly, keeping me still. And I let him, my eyelids drooping slightly. I must fall asleep for a short time because I’m jolted awake by the feel of his cock slipping out of me. I whine and whimper at the sensation of being empty once more.

“No,” I grumble.

“Yes,” he says as he gently pulls my pants up and helps me toward the bike. “We need to get you home. Just five more minutes and I’m all yours.”

“Not my home. Your home,” I mumble when he stuffs the helmet back on my head and clips it beneath my chin.

“Yeah, Skye. My home. I’ll keep you nice and full of my cum. But we need to get there first.”

“Yes. Yes, I want to be full,” I murmur, almost incoherently.

I let him maneuver me onto the bike and once my arms are surrounding him, he pulls back onto the road and drives me to his place.