Page 16 of Mating Mia
Finn moves away from my breast, and I look down in confusion to see liquid smeared across my skin. For a moment, I think it’s his saliva, but then I realize—it’s coming from me.
My breasts are leaking a thin, watery fluid.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, mortified and fascinated in equal measure. “I’m leaking.”
Finn bounds away suddenly, disappearing into the trees after I’m knotted. Jace’s eyes widen with fascination, then darken with renewed hunger.
“Colostrum,” he says, leaning down to examine my leaking nipples more closely. “Your body’s preparing to feed our pup.” Without warning, he lowers his head and captures one nipple between his lips, sucking gently.
The sensation is electric, sending a fresh wave of pleasure straight to my core, where we’re still locked together by his knot.I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
“Jace,” I whisper, torn between embarrassment and arousal. “That’s for the baby.”
“I’m just helping you prepare. Besides,” he rolls his hips, grinding his knot against my sensitive walls. “You like it. I can feel how wet you’re getting again.”
My pussy clenches at his words.
Despite the taboo nature of what he’s doing, I’m only getting hornier. The sight of my handsome alpha suckling at my breast while his knot fills me is intensely erotic in a way I never anticipated.
“Do it again,” I whisper, pushing his head back toward my breast. “Please.”
Jace doesn’t need to be told twice. He captures my nipple once more, sucking with more confidence now that he knows I’m enjoying it. At the same time, his hand slides between our bodies, finding my clit and circling it roughly.
“Oh god,” I moan, my hips bucking against him as much as his knot will allow. His mouth on my breast, his fingers on my clit, and his knot still pulsing inside me feels so fucking good.
“Come for me again,” Jace murmurs against my skin, switching to my other breast as he sucks vigorously. “Come around my knot, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His fingers speed up, applying just the right pressure to my swollen clit, and I shatter again, my walls clamping down around his knot as pleasure crashes through me in waves. This orgasm is different from the first—deeper, more intense, wringing a sob from my throat as my body convulses beneath him.
“That’s my good girl,” Jace praises, pressing soft kisses across my collarbone as I come down from the high. “My perfect little omega.”
I lie there, boneless and sated, as Jace carefully arranges us in a more comfortable position while we wait for his knot to subside. The forest is quiet around us, peaceful, the only sounds our gradually slowing breaths and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
The pain of my heat has receded to a manageable warmth, no longer the consuming inferno it was before. Jace’s knot has done its job, satisfying the primal need that drove me to desperation and tears.
I know the pain relief is only temporary. The heat will flare again after his knot leaves me, but for now, I can breathe, can think clearly again.
“Thank you,” I whisper, stroking Jace’s sweat-dampened hair as he rests his head on my chest. “For taking care of me. For understanding why I couldn’t… at the cabin.”
“Anything for you, Mia. Always,” he says, pressing soft kisses against my lips. “Always for you.”
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Mia
An hour later, Jace is carrying me back to the cabin.
I press my face against Jace’s neck, inhaling his rain-scent, trying to focus on anything but the growing ache between my thighs. The sheet wrapped around my naked body feels damp with sweat and slick, and I know the others will smell my returning need the moment we step through the door.
The cabin comes into view through the trees, a rustic sanctuary in the wilderness with smoke curling from the chimney. Someone has probably lit a fire. The thought of warmth is comforting, but I know it will only exacerbate the fever.
“I wonder if my dad woke up,” I say out loud.
“I’m so sorry about your dad, Mia,” says Jace as he pushes the cabin door open, carrying me inside. “Let’s hope he’s doing better.”
The interior is warm and smells of pine from the burning logs in the fireplace. Kane sits in an armchair facing the door, his posture rigid, his eyes instantly locking on us as we enter. His nostrils flare, and I know he’s inhaling my scent- the evidence of Jace’s claim on me along with the renewed honeyed sweetness of my returning heat.
