Page 23 of Mating Mia
"You like that?" I growl, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "Like being stuffed full of alpha cock while you're pregnant with our pup? Such a greedy little omega, never satisfied."
"Yes," she whimpers, turning her face so I can see her body in the moonlight. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips parted as she pants. "Please, Finn. Harder."
I comply, driving into her with renewed force, each thrust pushing her further up the bed until her head is nearly touching the headboard. Kane stirs beside us but doesn’t wake, his body attuned to Mia’s pleasure, recognizing on some level that she’s being taken care of.
"Going to knot you," I promise, feeling the base of my cock already beginning to swell. "Going to fill you up so good you’ll still be leaking me tomorrow."
She pushes back against me, meeting each thrust with equal force, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my length. She’s close to coming. I can feel it in the way her walls flutter, in the increased wetness that makes each slide in and out even more frictionless.
"Come for me," I command, reaching around to find her clit. It’s swollen and stiff beneath my fingers, and when I press down, circling it with firm pressure, she explodes.
Her orgasm is silent but powerful, her entire body shaking with the force of it, her pussy clamping down on my cock in waves that threaten to milk my own release from me.
I grit my teeth, fighting to hold back from climaxing. I want to prolong this moment.
But I can’t hold back any longer. With a final, powerful thrust, I push all the way in and let my knot expand, locking us together as my release crashes through me. Hot spurts of my cum flood her already occupied womb, pulse after pulse of alpha seed that has nowhere to go but deeper inside her.
"Fuck," I groan, collapsing over her back, careful to keep most of my weight on my arms. "So good, baby. So perfect."
She trembles beneath me, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her as my knot continues to pulse inside her.
As the pleasure ebbs, I become aware of a new calm emanating from Mia. Her heat has been temporarily satisfied again, the fever receding to a manageable warmth.
Her breathing slows and deepens as she drifts toward sleep in my arms.
I should tell her about her father. About his decision to leave, to search for her mother. But looking down at her peaceful face, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against my arm, I decide it can wait until morning.
She needs as much rest as possible during her heat.
"I love you," I whisper into her hair as I kiss the back of her neck.
seven
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Mia
Iwake with a jolt, my hand instinctively cradling my barely-there pregnant belly.
Morning light filters through the unfamiliar curtains of the cabin, casting golden patterns across the rumpled sheets. The events of yesterday crash over me in waves—being rescued from that hellhole, the heat that consumed me.
Suddenly, I remember my father. I really need to check on him even though I’m in pain. He’s literally at death’s door.
Beside me, Kane sleeps deeply, his muscular arm draped possessively across my waist. On my other side, Jace’s golden hair is splayed across the pillow, his face peaceful and boyish without his usual mischievous smirk. Finn must have left the bed earlier—his spot is empty, the sheets cool to the touch.
Carefully, I extract myself from Kane’s grip, freezing when he stirs.
He mutters something unintelligible before rolling onto his back, still asleep. I let out the breath I’ve been holding and slide from the bed, wincing as my feet touch the cold wooden floor. My body aches pleasantly from the activities of the previous night, reminders of how thoroughly my alphas cared for me during my heat.
I pull on Finn’s discarded t-shirt, the fabric hanging to mid-thigh, and pad silently toward the door. The hallway is quiet, early morning stillness broken only by the soft creaking of the old cabin’s floors. The door to my father’s room is closed, and I hesitate outside it, suddenly uncertain.
What if he’s still sleeping? What if his wounds are worse this morning?
I turn the handle as quietly as possible, easing the door open just enough to peek inside. The bed is empty, covers rumpled and thrown back as if its occupant left in a hurry. The bandages Finn used to dress his wounds lie discarded on the floor, spotted with dried blood.
“Dad?” I whisper, pushing the door wider. The room is small; nowhere to hide. The window stands open, cool morning air stirring the thin curtains. My heart thuds painfully against my ribs as I step fully into the room, scanning for any sign of where he might have gone.
There’s nothing. No note, no indication of his plans. Just an empty room and the lingering scent of old blood.
