Page 80 of Mating Mia
Mia
My body shivers as Jace’s knot releases me in the middle of the night. My pussy is drenched in slick, and I suddenly need another knot.
I roll onto my side, away from the heavy, sticky mess oozing down my thighs, and curl in on myself. The ache is raw and painful from the lack of a knot. The alphas are peacefully asleep, and I want to let them rest more.
But the pain is crawling through my belly, low and insistent, a molten thread of need winding tighter with every breath. It’s like I’m starving, like the only way to keep from falling apart is to be filled again, knotted, owned.
I try to lie still, not wanting to wake any of them, but the ache turns sharp and I can’t help the tiny, pathetic whimper that slips out.
“You think you can hide your pain from me?” Kane’s voice is a midnight growl from the far side of the bed.
“Didn’t want to wake you,” I whisper, burying my face into the pillow as my face burns.
He makes a sound that’s half laugh, half warning, and then he’s on me—blanket yanked down, his big hand planting itself on the small of my back.
“Get on your belly,” he says, the command vibrating through my bones.
I secretly love it when he gives me alpha commands.
It’s the way he takes control, the way my body obeys before my mind even catches up. I roll over, arms flat above my head, and arch my back so my ass is in the air, legs parted just enough to let the slick leak down onto the sheets.
I’m dripping, thighs sticky as I show him how much I need it.
Kane kneels behind me, his big hands tight on my hips. He leans down and kisses my ass cheek, lips hot and wet against the cooling skin. I shiver, as my toes curl into the sheets.
“You have no idea how much I love this ass,” he mutters, voice rough with hunger. He spreads my cheeks wide, exposing everything, and I can hear the way his breathing deepens as he stares at my holes. “You’ll never get used to being spread like this, will you? Your ass and pussy are so shy.”
“I don’t think so,” I squeak as I try to shake my head, but my face is mashed into the pillow.
He immediately buries his face in my crack, tongue flat and wide as he licks a slow, obscene stripe from my soaked pussy all the way to my asshole. I jolt at the contact, a white-hot spark of pleasure making me arch even higher.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, breathless already and in shock that he did that. “Kane…”
“Shh,” he says, not even pretending to be gentle. He licks me again, swirling the tip of his tongue around my asshole. His tongue is thick, wet, and relentless. Then he sucks at it, hard enough to make my vision go blurry.
I whimper, hands clawing uselessly at the sheets. It’s filthy, the way he does it, like he’s starving for the taste of me. He groans low in his throat, the vibration carrying straight through my body.
“You taste too fucking good,” he says, pausing only to slap my ass, sharp and stinging. “I could eat you out all night.”
His tongue attacks me again, and I bite my lip, feeling him sucking on my pussy now. Slick rolls onto his tongue as he goes back to roughly licking my asshole.
Every nerve ending is on fire, the two sensations blending into each other until I’m not sure which is which. My hips rock back against his face, needy and shameless.
When he finally pulls away, I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, his hands still spreading me wide. “You want it in your ass tonight, omega?”
My whole body clenches at the words. I want to say yes, to beg for it, but the memory of Finn’s cock stretching me open still lingers, and I’m not sure I can take another round. Kane must sense the hesitation because he laughs, low and dangerous.
“I wish, but I’m still sore.”
“It’s okay, little omega. Since you’re in heat, I’ll stick to fucking your pussy tonight, but I want my finger in your ass while I do it. You think you can handle that?”
“Yes, I handle that,” I say, nodding frantically as my belly clenches hard from my heat and from the leader of the pack playing with my holes. “I need you.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, then slides a thick, spit-slicked finger into my asshole, slow but unyielding. The stretch burns at first, then melts into a pleasurable sensation.
He keeps his finger there, buried to the knuckle, while he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance. I’m already loose and swollen from Jace, but Kane is thicker, the crown of his dick pushing in with a force that makes me gasp.
He doesn’t go slow. He never does. He buries himself in one long, brutal thrust, filling me so completely that the air leaves my lungs. The double sensation of his cock in my pussy, and his finger in my ass makes my heart race faster.
