Page 28 of Mating Mia
“I want in on this,” Finn growls, his voice strained with desire. “I need to pull over. Now.”
“Keep driving,” Kane commands, his alpha authority clear even as he pounds into me. “You can have her in the morning. We need to get to our destination.”
I gasp as his cock pushes deeper into me with every jolt of the van. It makes me suspect that Finn is doing it on purpose.
“Finn!” I scream.
“What is it, honey?”
I can’t speak for a moment as Jace sucks hard on my clit and Kane thrusts faster and faster into me.
“You’re our little fuck toy right now,” Kane growls in my ear, making my heart jump with the thrill of it. “Every alpha in here wants you, baby.”
My pussy clenches around Jace’s fingers as tension builds low in my belly. Kane must feel it too, because his movements become more focused, more deliberate, each thrust hitting deeper than the last.
“Fuck,” growls Jace, pulling me on top of him as he lies on the van floor while Kane stays deep in my ass. He shoves his cock deep into my pussy as I scream from the pleasure of being stretched in both holes.
“Jace,” I say, gasping and breathless as his thick cock shoves deeper into my pussy. Both alphas start to lift me up and down without me having to use any of my strength. I only focus on relaxing my muscles and feeling the pleasure of their dicks thrusting inside of me.
"Going to cum inside this perfect ass," Kane promises, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re going to be filled with our cum until you’re leaking for a week. Going to make you sore, so you remember who your alphas are.”
"Yes," I gasp, beyond coherent thought as I absorb the two giant alpha wolves.
Kane roars as he reaches his climax, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself in hot, thick spurts. Almost immediately, I feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, his knot expanding and locking us together in the most intimate way possible.
The pressure of his knot against sensitive nerves, combined with Jace’s continued attention to my clit, sends me careening over the edge into my own orgasm. I cry out, my body convulsing around both of them. Jace comes at the same time, his cock streaming hot liquid straight into my womb.
“Ahhh,” I scream as his cock also swells rapidly, locking us together.
“Hell yes,” grunts Jace as my pussy squeezes tight around him. “Take every drop we have to give you.”
Kane collapses against my back, his weight pressing me forward onto Jace, the three of us a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction. His knot continues to pulse inside me, each throb sending aftershocks of pleasure through my over-sensitized body.
"Fuck," Kane breathes, pressing kisses along my shoulder blade. "You're so perfect. So fucking perfect."
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Iblearily open my eyes after falling asleep on Kane’s lap. My body is still so tired, and I want to close my eyes again, but suddenly I realize a fullness in my asshole.
Kane’s still inside me.
His knot has gone down, but his cock is hard and inside of me. His chest rises and falls against my back in the steady rhythm of sleep, his powerful arms locked around my waist like steel bands, keeping me pinned firmly in place on his lap.
And then comes the second, more urgent sensation; my bladder is full. Oh my god, I need to pee.
I shift slightly, trying to assess the situation without waking Kane. His cock pulses inside me at even this tiny movement. I bite my lip to stifle my groan. Maybe I can just lift myself off his lap without waking him.
How is he still this hard? Is he having some kind of alpha wet dream, or is this just another example of his supernatural stamina?
Either way, I’m effectively trapped—speared on his enormous cock with no way to free myself without help. He’s a very deep sleeper.
Through the windshield, I can see we’re still on the highway. Jace is behind the wheel now, his golden hair catching the morning light as he yawns widely. The dashboard clock reads 7:23 AM. We’ve been driving through the night, switching drivers to make better time. Across from me, Finn is sitting in an uncomfortable-looking position on the opposite seat, his long legs bent at awkward angles to fit in the limited space. His eyes are closed, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks in a rare peaceful repose.
I attempt to lift myself, placing my hands on Kane’s thick, hair-dusted thighs and pushing upward. It’s useless. His cock doesn’t bend or give at all, and the movement only makes him grip me tighter in his sleep, a low rumble building in his chest. The pressure on my bladder intensifies, becoming increasingly urgent.
