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thirty-one

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Mia

I wake in the middle of the night with a gasp.

The pain from my heat has returned, coursing through my veins like fire.

The familiar cramping twists low in my belly, more insistent than before.

I gasp, clutching the furs of my nest with white-knuckled hands.

My skin feels too tight, too hot, too sensitive against the soft bedding beneath me.

Through tear-blurred vision, I notice a pair of amber eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Jace,” I whimper, recognizing those eyes immediately. The pain intensifies, making me curl inward, my thighs pressing together to ease the emptiness between them.

He shifts in the shadows, moving closer until the faint moonlight filtering through the window catches his features —the sharp angle of his jaw, the fullness of his lips, curled into a knowing smile. His naked chest gleams like polished bronze, muscles rippling with each subtle movement.

“I can smell your heat from across the room, little omega,” he says, his voice low enough not to wake Kane, who sleeps somewhere nearby in our shared nest. Finn still hasn’t returned to the house, but I’m in too much pain to worry right now.

“It woke me from a dead sleep. Your sweet honey scent is hard to ignore.”

Another cramp seizes me, and I can’t hold back a low moan.

“It hurts,” I admit, hating the weakness in my voice.

“Do you need relief, sweet thing?” asks Jace, his eyes flashing brighter in the pitch dark.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need... I need you, Jace. It burns so much.”

“I need you too, pretty lady,” he purrs, the praise washing over me like warm honey. “Now, spread those pretty thighs for me. Let me see how wet you are.”

I hesitate, still not fully accustomed to how easily he commands my body and how readily it responds to him.

But another cramp twists my insides, sharper than before, and my resistance crumbles.

I kick at the sheets covering me, suddenly desperate to be free of them.

The fabric feels like sandpaper against my hypersensitive skin. Every touch is torment and not enough.

“Too hot,” I gasp, flinging the last of the covers aside, leaving me naked and exposed to his hungry gaze.

Jace draws in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring as he scents my arousal.

“Wow,” he groans, looking at my pussy with delight. “Already soaked for me. Your pretty pussy is practically dripping with slick and begging to be filled.”

He’s right. I can feel the wetness coating my inner thighs, embarrassingly abundant. My nipples have hardened into painful peaks, and the empty ache between my legs intensifies with each passing second. I squirm under his scrutiny, both wanting to hide and desperate for him to touch me.

Jace approaches the nest with predatory grace, muscles bunching and flowing beneath his skin with each measured step. He reminds me of the wolf I now know lives beneath his human facade—patient, dangerous, utterly focused on his prey. Me.

“Turn over,” he commands softly when he reaches the edge of the nest. “Hands and knees, ass up. Show me where you need me most.”

Despite the haze of need clouding my mind, a flash of embarrassment cuts through.

“I just bathed with Kane last night,” I protest weakly, remembering how Kane had washed every inch of me with such tender care, his strong hands soapy and gentle on my skin. “I’ll get all messy again.”

Jace’s laugh is low and darkly amused. “Oh, baby. Getting you messy is exactly what I’m planning to do.” His eyes gleam with wicked intent. “Now be a good omega and present for me.”

The idea of enduring this burning need without relief is unthinkable. I scramble to obey, rolling onto my stomach and pushing myself up on trembling arms, knees spread wide, ass raised high.

“Like this?” I ask, my voice small and uncertain.

“Perfect,” Jace growls, the single word dripping with approval. “Such a beautiful sight. Your sweet cunt glistening in the dark. I can see it with my perfect vision in the dark.”

The sound of his voice has my pussy clenching on nothing, another gush of slick sliding down my thighs.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, and more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.

I drop my head between my shoulders, unable to watch as Jace kneels behind me, his hands suddenly gripping my ass cheeks.

“I’m dripping for you, Jace,” I whisper.

“You most definitely are,” he says, thumbs spreading my ass cheeks wider, exposing me completely to his gaze. “You smell like honey and sex. And completely ours.”

Suddenly, his tongue is on my pussy, lapping at my entrance and collecting the abundant slick that has gathered there. I cry out at the sudden contact.

It feels so good, and I raise my ass higher for him.

“Take me,” I whimper as his tongue explores deeper, circling my entrance before dipping inside. “Jace, please. I need more than that.”

He chuckles against my sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending sparks up my spine.

“So impatient,” he teases, pulling back slightly. “But I can’t deny you when you ask so sweetly.”

I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His throbbing fat cock is exactly what I need. He teases me, rubbing the tip through my folds, gathering my slickness, making me squirm and push back against him.

“Please,” I beg, beyond shame now. “Please fuck me, Jace. I need it so bad.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he purrs, and then he pushes forward, stretching me around his impressive girth.

He pushes all the way- he’s so thick, so hard, and the stretching feeling transforms into exquisite fullness. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt, his pelvis pressed tight against my ass, his cock throbbing deep inside me.

“Oh God!”

“Fuck,” he groans, gripping my ass cheeks tightly. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”

He pulls back slowly, dragging his cock along my sensitive walls until just the tip remains inside, then slams forward again with enough force to push me forward into the nest. I cry out, the sound muffled by the furs as pleasure radiates through me.

“Oomph,” I groan into the pillow as he starts to thrust into me from behind.

“Take it. Take my fat cock, little omega. You have such a perfect, sweet pussy.”

His words are crude but perfect; each filthy praise makes me wetter, making my pussy clench tighter around him. His hands roam my body—kneading my ass, dragging down my spine, tangling in my hair to pull my head back.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as Jace pounds into me relentlessly. Each thrust feels so fucking good.

Without warning, I feel one of his hands leaving my hip, fingers trailing down the crease of my ass until they find the tight ring of my anus. I tense instinctively, but Jace doesn’t stop fucking me, his cock maintaining its relentless rhythm.

“Relax,” he murmurs, circling my puckered entrance with a slick finger. “Trust me. This will make it even better.”

I try to do as he says, focusing on relaxing that tight muscle as his finger continues to circle and tease. Wetness starts gathering there, an omega trait I’m still getting used to.

“Feels so good.”

“Good,” Jace growls as the tip of his finger penetrates me, sliding into my ass with surprising ease. “Taking me in both holes like a natural.”

The dual sensation is overwhelming—his thick cock stretching my pussy while his finger slowly works its way deeper into my ass. It should feel intrusive, wrong even, but instead, it ratchets my pleasure higher, making me gasp and push back against him, wanting more, wanting everything.

“Jace,” I moan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I never had anyone fuck me like this before.”

“I know, baby,” he says, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching me wider. “Your tight little ass is squeezing my fingers just like your pussy squeezes my cock. So fucking perfect.”

He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that makes me cry out in shocked pleasure. The feeling of being so filled, so thoroughly claimed, is pushing me rapidly toward the edge. My clit throbs desperately, neglected and swollen with need .

I reach between my legs, seeking the extra stimulation I need to come, but Jace’s free hand catches my wrist.

“No,” he says firmly. “Let me take care of you. Let me make you come on my cock, on my fingers.”

His hand slides around my hip, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. His fingers circle the swollen nub, applying just the right pressure, just the right speed, as if he knows my body better than I do.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my walls clenching around him as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “I’m going to come. Please don’t stop!”

“Come for me. Show me how much you love being stuffed in your holes.”

The pressure builds and builds until I can no longer hold back.

I shatter with a scream, my pussy spasming wildly around his cock, ass clenching on his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me.

My arms give out completely, face pressed into the nest as Jace continues to fuck me through my orgasm, prolonging it, making it more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Just as the final tremors begin to subside, Jace’s rhythm changes and becomes more erratic. His fingers dig harder into my hip, and I can feel his cock swelling inside me, the base thickening as his knot begins to form.

“Going to knot you,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Would you like that, little omega? Want me to pump you full?”

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with how much I mean it. “Please, Jace. Give me your knot.”

His pace increases, each thrust harder than the last, his fingers still working my oversensitive clit. The dual stimulation, combined with the growing pressure of his knot catching on my entrance with each thrust, sends me spiraling toward another climax.