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When I’m naked, I crawl into bed. A surprised noise leaves my throat as I realize Maverick is also naked. I freeze, staring at him, my mouth falling open.

Maverick is gorgeous. His thighs are toned, probably from being on his feet all the time for work. His stomach has a softness to it, with a trail of white hair that starts between his pecs and leads down to his cock. My dick is already hard and my mouth waters, wanting to taste him again.

“Come here,” Maverick says softly, holding a hand out for me. I comply without hesitation, carefully putting myself between his open thighs, letting my body fall against his without squishing him.

Like this, I can feel just how much smaller Maverick is than me. My body completely covers his, my dick covering his entire lower belly. Fuck, why is that so fucking hot?

I might be physically bigger, but Maverick’s presence dwarfs my own. He’s in charge. He’s the one calling the shots. His power overwhelms me and I give into it, wanting him to dominate me until all I have to do is follow the sound of his voice and the guidance of his hands.

“What do you need, sweetheart? Can you tell me?”

My head feels like it’s floating up in the clouds as I gaze down at Maverick. “You,” I say without thinking, my face heating.

“You have me, Thane. You have every single part of me already.”

“Fuck,” I breathe out, overwhelmed at the soft admission. I can’t even start to process what he means by that. My body starts moving against my permission, rubbing my cock against his, feeling the way precum smears against our bellies. “Fuck, Maverick.”

A sharp sting blooms against my ass, the sound of Maverick slapping my cheek loud in the otherwise quiet room. My hips still and I let out a deep, throaty moan at the sensation.

“Focus,” he says with a small smile. “What do you need?”

“I want to mark you,” I say, my breathing coming out in sharp pants. “I want to claim you. I want to cover you in my cum. I want you to be mine, Maverick. Please? Can I have you?”

“Yes,” he says before grabbing me by the hair and pulling me down into a kiss. I sink against his body, feeling myself let go. The sting against my scalp only adds to the pleasure welling up inside my stomach. I grind my cock against Maverick, moaning into his mouth.

Maverick kisses me like he’s the one starving for my taste, for my touch. His tongue is shoved almost violently into my mouth and all I can do is hold on. He fucks my mouth with his tongue. When he pulls back, it’s to run his tongue over my tusks. Fuck, that shouldn’t be as erotic as it is! I feel like I’m barely breathing as he explores every corner of my mouth.

“Maverick,” I say when he finally pulls back.

Maverick tilts his head back. “Go on,” he says, running a hand over my chin, touching his thumb against one of my tusks. His eyes are locked onto my mouth as I suck his thumb between my lips. “Mark me with your mouth. You have my full permission to explore but don’t you dare grind your cock against anything. I have plans for it and I don’t want you getting too excited too early.”

I groan, pulling my hips away from his so I’m not tempted to start humping him. I stare at Maverick for just a moment, committing this to memory. He’s beautiful. His hair is messy, his cheeks pink, his lips red from kissing me.

I let myself savor this before diving down and kissing his jaw. His facial hair tickles my lips. When my mouth makes it to the side of his throat, I work at sucking a mark into his pale skin. My chest rumbles with something I can only describe as a growl. I don’t think I’ve ever made this noise before. It’s so monstrous but Maverick doesn’t seem to mind, based on the way his fingernails dig into my back.

Leaving marks against his clavicle, Maverick moans above me. He runs his fingers through my hair and down my back. He murmurs soft words of encouragement, telling me how good I’m making him feel, how perfect the marks look against his skin. He tells me that he’s mine.

“Fuck,” Maverick gasps out as I suck on his nipple. His back bows off the bed, pushing his chest further into my mouth. I move to the other, giving it the same treatment.

I’ve never done this before. Everything feels wild and out of control, but at the same time, it feels so fucking right. It feels right that I’ve waited to do this with Maverick. It feels perfect that he’s the one leading me through this. It feels good to be his.

Moving lower, I suck a mark into each of his hips, sucking and biting until they’re purple and bruised. By the monster gods, they look so pretty.

I’m about to suck the tip of his cock into my mouth when a hand grips my chin. It’s becoming such a familiar gesture, one that means wait for my next order. I look up at Maverick, finding his face even more red than before. He’s breathing heavily and pride surges through me. I did that. I made him feel good.

“Leave my cock alone for now. I don’t want to come yet.”

I nod my head in understanding before pushing his thighs further open. I lick across his inner thigh before biting down hard enough to leave an indent of my tusks in his skin. It would be so easy to break the skin, to lick the blood away, to mark him in a more animalistic way. I don’t do that though. I only want him to feel pleasure.

Finally, I sit back on my heels. His body is covered in my marks and my insides turn to molten lava. My desire is still flaming so bright it’s overwhelming but my instincts are finally starting to settle. The bruises against his skin are a sign of my affection for him. There’s no doubt that we’re together, that we’re a matching set.

My fingers skim over the inside of Maverick’s thighs, gently pushing them further apart. My eyes lock onto his ass, finding it already shiny with lube. I look up at Maverick, my mouth dropping open in shock.

“I had a feeling I knew what you’d need when you texted me,” he says in explanation. “I started getting myself ready before you got here.”

“Fuck,” I say, unable to articulate anything more.

“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle. “That’s the plan. I don’t know how much of you I can actually take but I’d like to try.”