Page 77 of Mating Mia
I grin, shift my weight, and start sucking on her tits again. The milk flows more easily this time, the taste driving me wild. I drink greedily.
“Stop,” she finally gasps, pushing at my head. “Finn, I have to feed Ash.”
I sigh, but let go, licking a final drop from her nipple. “Fine. I’ll share.”
A sound at the cave entrance—footsteps, voices. Kane and Jace finally finished with the slaughter, drawn here by the scent and the sounds. They’re still shirtless, covered in blood and dirt, but the way they look at Mia is pure hunger.
“Is it true?” Jace calls, blue eyes lit with savage glee. “Our girl in heat?”
“Damn right,” I growl, rubbing the bulge of my knot over her belly, as she’s still impaled on my knot and milk-streaked and half-naked. “But you’re gonna have to wait your turn.”
“Don’t be greedy now,” grunts Jace. Kane just stares, his eyes dark, his cock already half-hard as he takes in the sight of Mia, used and dripping and sated.
“You look good, omega,” he rumbles. “But we’re not finished yet.”
Mia rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush, and I can see her thighs twitch in anticipation. She’s ready for more. We all are.
But for now, I hold her close, breathing in her scent, feeling her heartbeat race against my chest. Our hearts beating as one. My knot’s still inside her, and I don’t ever want to pull out.
twenty-one
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Mia
The very next night, still in the throes of my heat, I’m brushing my teeth after a quick shower in the luxurious golden bathroom.
Kane, Finn, and Jace are waiting for me in the bedroom, and an excited, nervous feeling comes over me. They still make me excited even after having a baby with them.
My stomach clenches with pain from my heat, but a shower couldn’t wait. I wanted to get clean after Orion’s attack at the waterfall caves last night. Slick is still seeping from my pussy, but not as heavy as yesterday, thank goodness.
My body’s still sore from all the knottings last night, but I’m desperate for a fat cock to fill me and to knot me.
Ash is with my parents, and I’m so grateful they’re watching him while I’m pain-ridden. This omega heat is still something I need to get used to, and the hollow feeling is horrible until an alpha knots me.
Even with the doors closed, I can sense the three alphas waiting in the next room.
My heart pounds out of control. I want them. All of them. The ache in my belly is growing worse the longer I spend getting cleaned up.
I rinse my mouth one last time and try to slow my breathing. My skin tingles, and every inch of me is on high alert. I wipe my face and turn away from the mirror, hands still trembling.
I’m about to pick up my hairbrush, but arms snake around my waist from behind, pinning me to the cool edge of the counter.
The scent is purely Jace, warm skin, citrus shampoo, something electric underneath. His mouth finds the curve of my neck as he kisses me with hunger while we both stare in the mirror.
“Ooh, you’re here,” I say breathlessly. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”
“I need you,” he growls, his voice serious as hell. His hands slide up under my oversized t-shirt, fingers splaying across my bare stomach. Every time his alpha primal wolf comes out, it always makes me so horny for some strange reason. “You have no idea how much.”
Maybe it’s because I’m so used to him being too playful all the time.
“I need you too,” I say, wiggling my ass against him just to prove the point. I can feel his cock, already hard, pressing insistently through the thin cotton of his pajama pants.
He makes a noise that’s half laugh, half snarl, and yanks my shirt up over my ribs, exposing my breasts to the chilly air. My nipples tighten instantly, aching for his touch.
“Your nipples. So excited to see me,” he groans, as his hands cup my tits, kneading the flesh with just enough roughness to make me whimper. He pinches a nipple, twisting, and I moan loud enough to hear it echo off the bathroom tile.
“It’s sensitive,” I whimper, pushing my head back against his chest and involuntarily sticking my breasts out more for him to grab.
