Page 95 of Mating Mia
“Is it tradition to carry your bride while sporting a massive erection?” I whisper back, feeling the hard press of him against my thigh even through the layers of my dress.
His laugh is short and sharp, more a release of tension than actual humor. “When your bride is an irresistible omega, it is.”
My hormones have been so wild lately from the pregnancy. The slightest touch from any of them sends me spiraling into desperate need, my body producing slick at the most inconvenient moments. Like now, when I can feel it beginning to soak through my thong, the scent of my arousal likely already reaching their sensitive noses.
Finn opens the door, and Kane carries me into the house with Jace right behind us. I gasp as we enter, my eyes trying to take in everything at once. The interior is just as stunning as the outside—all clean lines and open spaces, with floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the ocean like living art. The floors are made of a pale wood, polished to a high sheen, and the furniture is minimal yet luxurious, featuring all whites and creams that make the blue of the ocean pop even more dramatically.
“Oh wow,” I breathe, still cradled in Kane’s arms. “This place is unreal.”
Kane carries me to the dining area, where a glass table sits before another wall of windows. He sets me down carefully on one of the chairs, his hands lingering on my waist longer than necessary.
“Let me get you a drink,” he says, making eye contact that makes my pussy throb almost immediately.
Jace flops into the chair beside me, his leg bouncing with barely contained energy. “So? What do you think, my love? We spent months looking for the perfect place to knot you.”
I laugh, remembering how green he’d turned during the flight. “This place is unreal. So beautiful.”
Kane returns, carrying a tray with four tall glasses, each filled with a pale yellow liquid and garnished with mint. He sets them on the table with careful precision, always the perfectionist. “Passion fruit juice,” he explains, handing me a glass. “With a little mint to energize everyone.”
I take a sip and nearly moan at the taste—sweet and tart and refreshing.
“This is amazing,” I say, taking another, deeper drink. The cool liquid slides down my throat, instantly relieving some of the heat that’s been building since we landed.
As I set my glass down, I notice all three of my husbands are staring at me. Kane standing at the head of the table, Finn leaning against the wall, Jace fidgeting in his chair—are visibly hard, their cocks straining to pop out of their pants zippers.
The sight makes my mouth go dry despite the juice I just swallowed.
“Um,” I say eloquently, unable to tear my eyes away from the bulge in Kane’s pants, right at my eye level. “Is there a problem? You’re all staring so hard.”
Kane’s smile is slow and feral.
“There’s no problem,” he says, taking a step closer. “Just three alphas who’ve been patiently waiting all day to claim their bride.”
I swallow hard, feeling a fresh gush of slick seeping between my thighs and making my thong wet as fuck for them.
“Oh,” I whisper.
Kane sets his glass down and extends a hand to me.
“I have something to show you,” he says, and there’s a promise in his voice that makes my heart race and my pussy throb harder. “Something special.”
I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs feel unsteady, from the way all three of them are looking at me, like they’re seconds away from devouring me whole.
“What is it?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
Instead of answering, Kane leads me through the house, past the living area, and down a hallway. Finn and Jace follow, their footsteps heavy and echoing through the minimal home. My pussy clenches with each step, anticipation making my skin hypersensitive, every brush of fabric against my body a sweet torment.
Kane stops at a door at the end of the hall, his hand on the knob.
“Close your eyes,” he orders, and I comply without thinking, too keyed up to question him.
I hear the door open, feel myself being guided forward. The air changes—cooler, with a faint scent of jasmine. Kane’s hands are on my shoulders, positioning me.
“Can I open my eyes now?”
“Yes, my love,” he says, his voice right by my ear. I open my eyes and gasp.
We’re in a room made entirely of glass walls, ceiling, and even parts of the floor. In the center sits a massive white bed, draped in what looks like silk sheets.
