Chapter 30
Maverick
The shower door opens, and I tense before scrubbing the soap out of my eyes. Hands run over my chest and down my stomach. I catch her wrist and turn to face her.
Brielle’s big eyes blink up at me, her teeth digging into her lip. Her gaze is still a little hazy from her heat, and I want to smack her ass for climbing out of bed.
“What are you doing up? You need more rest.”
She shakes her head, frizzy blonde curls bouncing with the movement. “I have one more alpha to bond.”
My heart soars, and I try to calm it. I cradle her face and take in her stare.
She’s not in the throes of heat, but she’s not completely clearheaded either.
I know Cooper and Duke have settled into the bond with no regrets, but I don’t want her to regret me.
I couldn’t bear the thought of feeling her resentment of us being tied together forever.
“We can wait, Brielle. I’m not going anywhere, and bite or not, no one is taking you from me.”
She nods, but steps closer and runs her hands up my chest. “I don’t want to wait. I don’t want you to second-guess how I feel about you, how you feel about us.”
I immediately go to refute it, but stop and think. If she’s worried I would do that, would I? I frown and think about how I was already worried she only wanted to be with Duke and Cooper since they bonded first. Swallowing down the harsh truth, I pull her closer.
“I don’t doubt how you feel about us. It’s me, I doubt myself.”
Brielle kisses my chest, running her fingers through the rough patches of hair. “Well then, I’ll just have to remind you.”
The water cascades down on us, and I sit on her words for a moment. How easily the answer fell off her tongue. She looks up when I don’t answer, and I swallow down the emotion.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank whatever fates you prayed to.”
She smiles. “If anything, they ran me straight to you.”
“And I’ll always have open arms to catch you.” My nose tingles when I think about the way Brielle ran straight to me while she fled from that man.
She swallows roughly, remembering the same thing as she stares up at me. Her nails scrape against my chest. “Lean down and kiss me.”
I do more than that. I pick her up, and her legs wrap around my waist as I slam her against the tiles. My mouth devours hers as she moans, her nails scraping against my scalp. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, squeezing gently as I rub my hardening cock against her center.
Brielle pulls away, her head tilting back as she tries to squirm in my hold. “I need you now, please.”
I shift her to one hand, pinning her harder against the tiles, and reach between us.
I grab my cock, line up to her drenched hole, and thrust forward.
Her eyes roll back, and she lets out a breathless moan.
My eyes track over the bite mark on her breast and shoulder, jealousy making me pump in and out of her in a few hard strokes.
She’s tight around me, perfection I couldn’t begin to describe.
“Still with me?” I grunt.
Her eyes flicker open, showing only a slight heat haze in her dilated pupils. “Yes. Make me yours, Cowboy.”
I lick my lips, staring at the spot on the opposite shoulder. She pulls my hair, trying to push my face closer to her neck.
Fuck. My cock throbs with anticipation, and I brush my mouth against her skin. She shudders under my touch, and I bury myself inside her pussy as far as I can without knotting her. “I love you.”
Brielle’s hold tightens on me, and I can feel her heartbeat pick up.
Before she can respond, I bite her and nearly drop her when the bond snaps into place.
I push us so hard into the wall, I’d be afraid I was hurting her if I couldn’t feel the absolute pleasure pouring from her soul into mine.
In the next second, I adjust my position and then push my knot into her tight body without a second thought.
Her pussy clamps down, milking my cock for everything it’s worth.
The sensation of her emotions filling my chest while I fill her womb with my cum is overwhelming.
She drags her nails down my back, and I shudder, spilling more inside her.
“I love you, I love you,” she says, panting and pressing kisses to my face. I turn, taking her mouth, because my knot will never deflate if she keeps saying that.