Page 75 of Mating Mia
This is an emergency.
Ash is there, too, propped beside her, screaming his tiny lungs out. Mia tries to curl around him, but she’s shaking, her eyes rolling wild as she tries to focus.
“Finn!” she gasps, voice ragged. “Finn, help, it’s… I can’t—” She’s barely conscious.
I fall to my knees beside her, hands trembling, and check for wounds. There’s no bite, no blood that isn’t hers. Just the soaked pants, her thighs glazed and glistening with a torrent of slick.
“I’m here, baby,” I say in a soothing tone as I purr into her neck. “I got you.”
A sound behind me—sharp, shuffling.
My wolf is up in an instant, ready to tear out another throat, but it’s only Sarah. Her hair’s half torn out of its braid, her neck streaked with blood that doesn’t look like hers. She takes in the scene in one glance, assesses, and understands.
Mia in pain. Ash crying.
She immediately scoops Ash up with speed, knowing that we needed privacy as soon as possible.
“She’s in heat,” Sarah barks, voice hard. “You take care of her. I’ll take the baby.”
I nod, the words barely registering. All I can see is Mia, her face scrunched in pain, sweat and tears slicking her cheeks. Her body is shaking hard enough to rattle her teeth. Her thighs are clamped together, trapping the flood of slick, and I can feel her omega scent crawling into my skin, lighting up every cell, every raw nerve ending.
Her mother then leaves the cave, soothing the crying baby, and I turn my full attention back onto Mia—my beautiful omega.
She hates being rutted anywhere her parents might overhear, hates the idea of anyone seeing her like this. But there’s no time to bring her back to our rental home, not with her in agony, not with her pussy convulsing and empty and begging for my cock.
I lean in, rip her pants down the center with my teeth, and bury my mouth in the heat between her legs.
Her slick is everywhere. It coats her thighs, her cunt, the floor beneath her, and when I press my nose to her pussy and inhale, I nearly lose it.
My tongue shoots out, licking a broad, rough stripe from her hole to her clit.
She screams. The sound is part pain, part release, part relief.
Her whole body seizes, her pussy contracting so hard it splatters more slick across my face, a wave of it so hot and desperate it makes me dizzy. I lap at her like a starving beast, driving my tongue as deep as I can, tasting her until I’m drooling and she’s bucking her hips against my mouth.
She comes, hard, a full-body seizure that nearly knocks my head back. Her slick floods out, soaking my chin, and her fingers claw the stone, scraping her knuckles raw.
She sobs, once, then shudders and falls limp.
I shift up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and pull her into my lap. Her face is glassy, pupils blown, lips trembling.
“Finn,” she gasps, “I—oh god, I can’t?—“
I stroke her hair back from her forehead, forcing her to look at me.
“It’s your heat,” I say. “It came on too fast. You need to be filled, Mia. You need my knot.”
She whimpers, tries to curl in on herself, but I hold her tight. “But my parents and the baby…”
“They’re gone,” I say. “It’s just you and me now. Just us. Let me take care of you.”
She shivers, a soft keening sound escaping her lips.
I see her hands flex, her thighs twitching. She wants to fight it, wants to be brave, but the omega part of her has taken over, and all she wants is to be fucked, filled, knotted.
My cock is out, hard as iron, throbbing against my thigh as I set her onto her back.
I quickly pull her knees apart, and stare down at her pussy.
