Maverick takes a step closer, and I take one away until I end up with my back pressing against the wall, and him crowding me in from the front. Which should freak me out since he’s so much bigger than I am but his blackberry scent along with his physical presence stirs up feelings of safety and reassurance.
“Tell me what you want, Tris,” he says gently, and I tip my head slightly in question. “The first day I met you, I told youyou’re the one driving our connection and I need you to know that now more than ever.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve disappointed you twice now, and I don’t want to do it a third, at least until we’ve been together for a few years.” The smile on his face is as sweet as his words.
“Before, when I asked about anyone else…”
“No other woman or Omega, but I am head over heels for a pack mate. I have no expectations on him or our relationship, but you should know he’s got a piece of me, and had a piece of me too,” he says, and the colour of his eyes deepens in sincerity.
“And how does he feel about you meeting your scent-match,” I ask, my hand settling on his hip.
Maverick lets out a small sigh, pulling back slightly. “I haven’t told him for the simple reason, I told you, I won’t risk you. He’s involved in club drama, and he knows I want out of that side of our lives.”
“So, you’d walk away from him for me? I don’t like that at all. I’m not comfortable thinking this is a me or him situation,” I answer truthfully, and I’m not. Those sorts of situations never work out.
“It is what it is,” he says, his eyes dropping to my lips.
But before I kiss him, it feels right he should know I’m also involved. “I have an Alpha who I’ve been seeing for a long time. I can’t and won’t let him go.”
“Is he your scent-matched Alpha though?” he smirks confidently.
I feel like a bitch when I confirm he is, but it is kind of an important piece of our discussion.
“Why hasn’t he claimed you then?” Maverick snaps aggressively.
Flicking my eyebrows up at his growing frustration, he looks away for a second and comes back more like himself.
“It’s complicated,” I answer, squeezing his hip and drawing him closer.
He’s back to being comforting and focussed on me. “Are we complicated?”
“Past events suggest we might be,” I tease, reaching up on my tippy toes to get nearer those zippy lips of his.
There’s a pause as we stare into each other’s eyes, and as much as I don’t want memories from years ago to surface it is only normal. Maverick though turns a bad memory into a very good one when he puts one of his hands behind my head before he destroys the distance between us and slams his lips to mine.
His kiss is like rubbing popping candy over my lips, making them super tingly. Not giving me much chance to enjoy the sensation, he licks his tongue over the top of my lip, asking for permission, and instead of opening up I swipe my tongue against his. A small chuckle from him, and his blackberry scent rushes in to fill my lungs, and almost as quick as it happens my thoughts get all floaty as I get high on his Alpha pheromones.
Maverick keeps winding me up, clearly knowing the effect he has on me, but when I whimper in need, he takes over in his gentle but panty-destroying way. With another slight swipe of his tongue, he asks for more and the moment my lips open for him he kisses me deeply, hungrily, making me desperate for more.
“Jesus, Tristan, the things I want to do to you.” Maverick pulls away slightly, panting against my mouth.
All of me is tingling, and I’d be happy to push him for more, but my phone vibrates in my back pocket—both a good and a bad thing. The vibration feeds the arousal Maverick’s kisses and words unleashed; my scent thickens making what I want impossible to ignore. His hand skims into the space between us and he rubs his fingers over my pussy, humming in appreciation when my hips roll instinctively.
“If I put my hands down your pants?”
“You’d probably drown in my slick.” I laugh, though it’s not wrong—there’s a good chance he would.
He only does it a few more times until his hand skims around the back and he digs my phone out, which I may have forgotten. Passing it over so I can read the message, Maverick dips his head to the side of my throat and replaces his teasing touch with his rock-hard dick, pressing against my super turned on core.
It’s a message from Simona that quickly gets forgotten as I drop my phone so I can wrap my hands around his face and get him kissing me again. He stops. Everything. Looking at me seriously, he says, “I want to finish inside you. I want to feel your pussy squeezing and milking me before I knot you so fucking hard you can’t sit down for a day or so. I am not doing that here. Okay?”
His sincerity is so very appealing, even though denying me is not. Maverick takes a considered step back, and straightens his arm without letting me out of the cage he’s got me in.
“But I have to do this. Sorry for being so fucking inappropriate but I think I’ve done amazing, all things considered.”
“What?” I ask confused.
