Page 81 of Mating Mia
“Oh my god,” I choke out, face mashed harder into the pillow. I’m so excited for him to thrust. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
Kane grunts, starts fucking me in hard, relentless strokes, his finger working in time with his hips. Every thrust sends his cock deeper, his finger twisting and stretching my asshole until I’m shaking.
“You like that?” he taunts, slapping my ass again. “Like being filled up from both ends?”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy moaning, too busy losing my mind. The pleasure is so intense it feels like I’m going to split apart. I try to stifle my cries, biting down on the pillow, but Kane notices.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” he growls. “I want to hear you scream, omega. Let everyone know who’s fucking you right.”
His words set me off. I scream into the pillow, my whole body clenching as the first orgasm tears through me. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I feel my asshole clamp down on his finger at the same time.
He fucks me through it, merciless, the rhythm never breaking.
“That’s it,” he says, voice thick with pride. “You come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
I do. I come again, even harder, the pressure so much that slick squirts out around his cock, soaking my thighs and the bed.
Kane groans, pounding into me faster, his knot swelling at the base.
“I’m gonna knot you,” he warns, his voice barely more than a snarl. “Gonna tie you up and keep you filled all night.”
He slams into me one last time, and I feel the knot pop past my entrance, locking him inside. The pressure is too much, and I squirt again, a hot gush of slick shooting out around the knot.
Kane roars as he comes, his cock pulsing, the heat of his cum flooding my pussy. His finger never leaves my ass, still twisting and stretching even as the knot keeps us joined.
When he finally withdraws his finger, it’s with a wet plop that makes me blush, but the embarrassment is gone before it arrives. I’m limp, boneless, my body a mess of sweat and cum and slick.
Kane collapses on top of me, his chest crushing me into the mattress, but I don’t care. I love the weight of him, the way his arms wrap around me, possessive and gentle. He nuzzles the back of my neck, his breath warm against my hair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much, little omega.”
twenty-three
. . .
Mia
The lemonade is cold against my lips, a welcome relief after three days of burning heat that left my body aching and sore in the most delicious ways.
I shift on the couch, still feeling the phantom stretch of their knots inside me, my pussy tender and my ass still slightly raw from my alphas’ relentless attention. Even now, sitting across from my parents with perfect posture and casual conversation, I can still feel their cum leaking from me. It’s embarrassing since I took a shower this morning.
“More lemonade, Mom?” I ask, already reaching for the pitcher, the condensation cool against my palm.
“Please,” she says, extending her glass. “It’s delicious. I haven’t had proper lemonade in decades.”
I pour her another glass, trying not to wince as I lean forward.
My body feels hollowed out, used in the best possible way. All three of my alphas took their turn during my heat—sometimes together, sometimes alone, but always with a single-minded focus on breeding me.
The memory of their naughty words sends a flutter through my lower belly.
“So, how’s the new house?” I ask, settling back against the cushions. “Is it weird to live in an actual building after so long?”
“It’s... an adjustment,” my father admits, his large hands cradling the delicate glass. “Sometimes I wake up and panic because I can’t hear the waterfall. But then I remember…” He breaks off, his eyes finding my mother’s, something fierce and tender passing between them.
“We’re free,” my mother finishes for him. “Orion is gone. Really gone.”
The name still sends a chill down my spine. Orion—the monster who hunted my family for decades, who killed two of my fathers, who nearly destroyed everything I’d just found. The battle at the waterfall had been brutal, bloody, a nightmare of fur and fangs and screaming. But in the end, it was my father who ripped out Orion’s throat, who ended the reign of terror that had defined their lives for so long.
