Page 9 of Mating Mia
I turn in his arms to find him watching me with those intense, dark eyes, his face so close I can feel his breath on my lips. “I was lost,” I tell him, pressing closer. “I couldn’t find my way back to you.”
“We found you,” he assures me, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly turns hungry. “We’ll always find you.”
His hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with familiar dominance. I melt against him, the bond between us humming with recognition and need.
The bed dips as someone joins us, and then there are more hands on me—Finn’s strong, sure touch on my breasts, Jace’s playful fingers dancing up my inner thigh. I gasp into Kane’s mouth as sensations overwhelm me from all sides.
“Missed you so much,” Jace murmurs against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear. “The house is empty without you. Cold.”
“Never letting you go again,” Finn adds, his voice low and intense as his fingers find my nipples, rolling and pinching until I’m arching into his touch.
Kane breaks our kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he watches his packmates pleasure me. “Show her how much we’ve missed her,” he commands, and they obey eagerly.
Jace’s mouth replaces Finn’s hands on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking it deep. At the same time, Finn moves lower, spreading my thighs with firm hands before settling between them. The first touch of his tongue against my pussy makes me cry out, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“So wet already,” he murmurs against my pussy. “So ready for us.”
My hands fist in the furs beneath me as he licks a slow path from my entrance to my clit, gathering my arousal on his tongue. Above me, Kane watches with hungry eyes, one hand lazily stroking his cock to full hardness.
“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. More of this exquisite torture? Release from it? “Please, I need?—”
“We know what you need,” Kane growls, pushing himself into me. “We always know.”
He pushes inside of me, each thrust driving me higher, closer to the release my body craves. Finn moves to kneel beside my head, his cock level with my lips, and I turn eagerly to take him into my mouth. Jace continues his attention to my breasts, occasionally leaning up to capture my moans in a deep kiss.
“Come home to us,” Kane urges as he pounds into me, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Come back to us, Mia.”
The sound of metal on concrete yanks me violently from the dream.
My eyes snap open to find myself not in my warm nest surrounded by my alphas, but curled on the cold floor of my prison cell, alone and aching. The beautiful dream dissolves like morning mist, leaving behind only the hollow emptiness of reality.
Looking towards the source of the sound, I realize a metal tray has been shoved through a slot in the door. It must be breakfast, though the single piece of dry toast sitting on it barely qualifies as food. Morning light filters weakly through a tinywindow near the ceiling, illuminating the stark emptiness of my cell.
The contrast between the vivid sensuality of my dream and the harsh reality of my situation is so jarring that it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
I was with them, I felt them, tasted them, heard their voices begging me to come home. And now I’m here, cold and alone on a concrete floor, with nothing but a piece of stale bread for breakfast.
I sit up slowly, wincing at the stiffness in my limbs from sleeping on the hard surface. The crushing pain in my chest has dulled to a persistent ache that’s almost manageable. Maybe it’s true that time heals all wounds.
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Mia
Iforce myself to nibble on the stale piece of bread they’ve given me, trying not to gag on its dry, cardboard texture. My stomach growls demandingly despite the pathetic offering, reminding me that I’m eating for two now.
A wave of despair goes through me as I lean against the cold concrete wall, watching dust motes dance in the weak beam of morning light filtering through the tiny window near the ceiling. I need to keep my strength up, for the baby, for myself, for whatever nightmare awaits me in this prison.
A faint groan from the neighboring cell reminds me that I’m not entirely alone. My father, Liam, is there, and he’s still recovering from yesterday’s brutal punishment.
“Are you awake?” I call softly through the crack in the wall.
“Yes,” he replies, his voice raspy. “How are you feeling, Mia?”
“I’m okay. Did they bring you any food?”
“No,” he says, and I can hear the chains rattle as he shifts position. “They usually feed me every other day. Keeps me weak but alive.”
