Page 90 of Mating Mia
Thunder rattles the windows, jarring me awake.
A summer storm, I realize as I slowly open my eyes, feeling heavy and woozy from last night. Kane, Jace, and Finn have been taking turns feeding Ash the bottles I prepared in the kitchen, so they haven’t woken me once.
Rain lashes the glass, lightning flickers white against the closed curtains, and I’m floating in that perfect space between dream and waking—warm, safe, held on all sides by the heavy weight of my alphas.
I shift, half-asleep, and suddenly realize I can’t move.
Someone is licking my pussy, and I gasp, blinking, struggling to wake up all the way. The room is dim, the only light a faint blue glow from the digital clock, which says 6:41 a.m.
Kane’s arm is thrown over my waist, his hand splayed across my stomach. Jace is on my other side, his breath slow and deep against the back of my neck.
There’s a suspicious lump under the covers at the foot of the bed.
The next jolt is unmistakable- a hot, wet tongue lapping at my pussy, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every drop.I gasp, just a little, and feel Kane’s arm tighten, a low growl rumbling against my back.
“Shhh,” comes Finn’s voice from somewhere near my knees, muffled by the heavy down comforter. “Don’t wake the baby.”
My breasts are heavy as Finn’s tongue buries into my pussy. His tongue is broad and rough, dragging up the seam of my folds, circling my clit with that infuriating, teasing slowness that makes my slick seep down in copious amounts.
I bite my knuckle, trying not to make a sound. The more I try to keep quiet, the more Finn pushes, his mouth greedy and insistent. He slips a finger inside, just the tip, curling it against my G-spot while he sucks my clit between his lips. I arch my back, grinding down on his face, and the blanket slides off my hips, exposing me to the chilly air and the hot breath of two now-awake alphas.
Kane’s hand moves from my stomach to my breast, palming it roughly before pinching the nipple between his fingers.
“Good morning, little omega,” he rumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. “You need help down there?”
Jace stirs beside me, his cock already hard and pressing into my hip. “What’s he doing to you?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.
“Finn—” I manage, but the rest of the sentence dissolves into a whimper as Finn pushes a second finger inside, fucking me slow and deep while his tongue flicks lightning-fast across my clit.
Jace slides a hand between my legs from behind, spreading me wider for Finn, his other hand drifting down to rub lazy circles over my clit whenever Finn pulls away to breathe. The two of them work together like they planned it, alternating between soft and rough, fast and slow, until my body is shaking, every muscle pulled tight as a bowstring.
I dig my fingers into Finn’s hair, holding him in place, and feel the first tremors of an orgasm start to build. Kane’s mouthfinds my nipple, sucking hard, and Jace’s hand closes over my throat until I gasp in arousal.
Thunder cracks outside, louder this time, and the first wave of pleasure hits me in perfect sync.
I come hard, squeezing Finn’s face between my thighs, my body clenching around his fingers as I gush wetness all over his hand and the sheets. He doesn’t stop, not even when I beg, not even when I try to squirm away.
He just holds me down, licking me through the aftershocks, his tongue softer now, almost gentle.
When I finally collapse, panting, Finn crawls up the bed, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. He’s grinning like a maniac, his eyes bright and sharp even in the dim light.
“Good news,” he says, and I’m too wrung out to do anything but stare at him.
“What?” I mumble, dazed and boneless.
He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “You’re pregnant,” he whispers, and the words send a shockwave through my whole body.
I freeze, searching his face for any sign of a joke. There’s none. Finn is deadly serious, his gaze locked on mine.
“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I remember how they knew about my first pregnancy before I did because of some weird alpha second sense they had.
He nods, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower belly. “I can smell it,” he says. “Your scent is different when you’re pregnant. Stronger. Like honey and—” He breaks off, searching for the word. “Like home.”
Kane’s hand joins Finn’s, covering my stomach with his own. He looks at me, eyes burning with pride and something softer, deeper.
“Our second baby,” he says, and there’s a note in his voice I’ve never heard before—pure, unfiltered happiness.
Jace wraps his arms around me from behind, his chin digging into my shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, just holds me tight, his heart pounding against my back.
