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Story: Marking Mia
I envelop her in my arms, pressing a light kiss into her long hair. It strikes me that this is the first time Mia has allowed me to hold her like this. Despite our connection, she has never turned to me for comfort; that had always been Finn or Jace.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know this is a lot to take in, but we’re here to make sure you’re safe,” I say, rubbing circles on her back.
As Mia’s sobs quiet, as she sags against me, spent. The emotional release seems to have drained her of any remaining energy. She sniffles softly, burrowing into my chest, seeking the comfort I am glad to provide.
Her breathing eventually slows, and the sniffles stop. Still, she clings to me. I let her. I want her to know that, no matter what, she isn’t alone in this new reality.
Mia
Several hours later, I wake with a gasp, my head pounding and my skin warm. The darkness of the bedroom presses in around me, but all I can focus on is the heat coursing through my veins, pooling low in my belly like liquid metal. I look around wildly and see Kane sleeping peacefully beside me, his arm around my waist.
Something’s wrong with me. Something’s different. My body feels like it belongs to someone else—someone desperate, hungry, aching with sexual need.
How long have we been asleep?
I shift on the sheets, and a whimper escapes my lips at the friction against my suddenly hypersensitive skin. My nipples harden painfully against the thin fabric of my borrowed t-shirt, and between my legs, my panties are soaked. It’s soaked enough that I can feel it coating my thighs.
“What the hell?” I whisper into the darkness, pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache building there.
Kane stirs slightly beside me but doesn’t wake. The moonlight filtering through the window casts silver shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his lips. My gaze drifts down his bare chest to the waistband of his gray sweatpants, and my mouth goes dry at the outline of his manhood beneath the fabric.
The memory of him hard and thrusting inside me sends a fresh wave of wetness between my thighs.
I can’t look away. Can’t stop staring at the bulge between his legs. The need building inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—a desperate, clawing hunger that obliterates all reason and self-control. I should be terrified of these new sensations. I should be worried about what they mean. Instead, all I can think about is Kane’s cock filling me, stretching me, claiming me again.
I need to feel it again.
Before I can stop myself, my hand reaches out, hovering over his groin. My fingers tremble with anticipation as I lower them to brush against his length through the cotton. The contact, slight as it is, sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but another whimper escapes anyway.
Kane’s cock twitches beneath my touch, beginning to harden even in his sleep. Emboldened, I trace the growing outline with my fingertips, applying the lightest pressure as I follow the impressive length from base to tip.
His breathing changes, becoming deeper, but his eyes remain closed.
“I need you,” I whisper, not caring if he hears me or not. My hand cups him now, feeling him swell beneath my palm. I’m rubbing him with more pressure, my movementsbecoming desperate and needy. I squeeze gently, feeling the heat of him even through the fabric, and my pussy clenches in response, empty and aching to be filled.
“Mia,” Kane’s voice, rough with sleep, breaks through the haze of my arousal. His eyes are open now, glinting in the darkness like blue fire. “What are you doing?”
I should be embarrassed. I should be mortified at being caught groping him in his sleep. Instead, I press harder against his now fully erect cock, rubbing it through his sweatpants with shameless abandon.
“I need you,” I say again, the words clipped and urgent. “Please, Kane. I need you inside me.”
He studies my face for a long moment, his expression shifting from confusion to understanding to something darkly pleased.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand shooting out to grasp my wrist, halting my movements. “You must be in pre-heat.”
“Heat?” The word barely registers through the fog of desire clouding my mind. “I don’t care what it’s called. Just fuck me. Please.”
Kane’s lips curve into a dark smile. “You don’t need to beg, little omega. I’ll give you what you need.”
Before I can respond, I find myself straddling him, my legs spread wide across his hips. I have no memory of moving—my body is acting on pure instinct, driven by needs I don’t understand but can’t deny. I grind down against his hardness, the thin cotton of my panties and his sweatpants still separating us. Even this indirect contact is enough to make me moan, my head falling back as pleasure spirals through me.
“I need it so bad it hurts.”
His hands slide up under my t-shirt, finding my bare breasts. When his thumbs brush across my nipples, I cry out, the sensation almost painfully intense. He squeezes,pinching lightly, and I grind harder against him, my hips working in frantic circles.
“Please,” I beg again, tears of frustration gathering in my eyes. “I can’t—I need?—”
In one swift movement, Kane flips us, putting me beneath him on the mattress. His weight pins me down, and his eyes glow that supernatural blue in the darkness as he looms over me.
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