Page 15 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

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Mia

I blearily open my eyes after falling asleep on Kane’s lap. My body is still so tired, and I want to close my eyes again, but suddenly I realize a fullness in my asshole.

Kane’s still inside me .

His knot has gone down, but his cock is hard and inside of me. His chest rises and falls against my back in the steady rhythm of sleep, his powerful arms locked around my waist like steel bands, keeping me pinned firmly in place on his lap.

And then comes the second, more urgent sensation; my bladder is full. Oh my god, I need to pee.

I shift slightly, trying to assess the situation without waking Kane. His cock pulses inside me at even this tiny movement. I bite my lip to stifle my groan. Maybe I can just lift myself off his lap without waking him.

How is he still this hard? Is he having some kind of alpha wet dream, or is this just another example of his supernatural stamina?

Either way, I’m effectively trapped—speared on his enormous cock with no way to free myself without help. He’s a very deep sleeper.

Through the windshield, I can see we’re still on the highway.

Jace is behind the wheel now, his golden hair catching the morning light as he yawns widely.

The dashboard clock reads 7:23 AM. We’ve been driving through the night, switching drivers to make better time.

Across from me, Finn is sitting in an uncomfortable-looking position on the opposite seat, his long legs bent at awkward angles to fit in the limited space.

His eyes are closed, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks in a rare peaceful repose.

I attempt to lift myself, placing my hands on Kane’s thick, hair-dusted thighs and pushing upward.

It’s useless. His cock doesn’t bend or give at all, and the movement only makes him grip me tighter in his sleep, a low rumble building in his chest. The pressure on my bladder intensifies, becoming increasingly urgent.

“Shit,” I whisper, desperately trying to clench muscles that are already overtaxed from last night’s activities. I need to pee right now, or I’m going to embarrass myself in ways I don’t even want to contemplate.

With no other options, I call out softly, “Finn?”

His eyes snap open instantly, alert and focused, as if he had never been asleep at all. The soldier in him—always ready, constantly vigilant—is something I both admire and find slightly unnerving.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, voice rough with sleep but mind sharp. He’s already half-rising, looking around at all the windows, scanning for threats.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks. “It’s not an emergency or anything... well, not that kind of emergency. I just... I need to pee really badly, and I can’t get up.”

Finn’s eyes drop to where I’m seated on Kane’s lap, taking in the situation with a quick sweep. The corner of his mouth quirks up in that barely-there smirk that always makes my heart skip.

“I see the problem,” he says, unfolding his long frame and stretching before moving across the small space to crouch in front of me. “Our alpha doesn’t like to let go, even in sleep. I wouldn’t dare get in his way.”

“Can you help me?” I ask, squirming as another wave of pressure builds. “I really can’t hold it much longer.”

Instead of helping me up as I expected, Finn reaches for an empty coffee mug that had been discarded in one of the cup holders. He holds it up with a raised eyebrow.

“What? No!” I hiss, horrified at what he’s suggesting. “I can’t do that here, in the van, with you watching. Just help me get free, please.”

“You’ll never make it to the next rest stop,” Finn says matter-of-factly. “And if you try to separate from Kane right now, you’ll wake him, and you know how grumpy he gets when his sleep is interrupted.”

“I can’t,” I protest weakly. “It’s too embarrassing.”

Finn’s expression softens just a fraction. “Mia, I’ve had my tongue in every inch of you. I’ve watched you pant and beg and come apart under me. There’s nothing about your body that could possibly embarrass you in front of me anymore. Don’t be a brat now.”

Before I can formulate a response, he reaches for the hem of my dress, pushing it up to expose where Kane and I are joined. His eyes darken at the sight, pupils dilating with instant desire.

“I’m not being a brat!”

“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice dropping to that husky register that always makes heat pool between my legs. “Still stretched so widely around him.”

I try to close my legs, mortified, but Finn easily pushes my knees apart, his strength far outmatching mine.

“Finn, please,” I whisper, caught between desperate need and utter embarrassment. “This is so humiliating.”

“It’s just your body, little omega,” he says, positioning the coffee mug between my spread thighs. “It’s only me. No one else has to know.”

I struggle again, trying to close my legs, but his grip is firm, keeping me exposed. The position makes Kane’s cock shift inside me, and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my lips as I clench my pussy.

“Stop fighting it,” Finn says, his free hand stroking my inner thigh in soothing circles. “You’ll feel better once you let go.”

The gentle touch, combined with his calm reassurance, begins to dissolve my resistance. My bladder is screaming now, and I know I have no choice. With a defeated sigh, I relax as much as I can with Kane still deep inside my ass.

Nothing happens at first. My body is too tense, too conditioned against releasing in front of someone else. Finn seems to sense my struggle, his fingers moving higher on my thigh, dangerously close to where slick is beginning to gather despite my embarrassment.

“Breathe,” he instructs, voice low and hypnotic. “Focus on relaxing. It’s just me here. Just us.”

I close my eyes, trying to follow his directions, forcing my muscles to unclench one by one.

And finally, with a sensation of blessed relief, I begin to release a stream of urine into the mug.

The sound seems obscenely loud in the quiet van, but Finn doesn’t react beyond adjusting the mug’s position slightly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something about his praise in this vulnerable moment makes my cheeks burn hotter.

The relief of peeing is almost orgasmic after holding it for so long. I can’t help the small moan that escapes me as my bladder empties, the pressure finally easing.

When I’m finished, Finn sets the mug aside and reaches for a napkin from the glove compartment. With careful attention, he wipes between my legs, his movements clinical at first but quickly becoming something else entirely.

The napkin circles my pussy, wiping away the last drops of urine, but then he continues, dabbing and stroking around my already swollen clit. Each pass sends electric shocks of pleasure through my oversensitized body.

“Look how eager your clit is,” Finn observes, his voice rougher now. “Every time I rub it, it’s all pink and swollen, begging for attention.”

I find myself spreading my legs wider, inviting more of his touch.

Kane’s arm tightens around my waist, and I freeze, thinking I’ve woken him. But his breathing remains deep and even against my back. Still, there’s something different about his hold now, something more purposeful.

“He’s awake,” I whisper, realization dawning. “He’s pretending to be asleep, but he’s aware of everything.”

Finn’s lips curve in a knowing smile. “Of course he is. Our alpha doesn’t miss anything, especially when it involves his omega being pleasured.”

The thought of Kane listening, feeling, and experiencing everything while feigning sleep sends a fresh rush of arousal through me. My pussy clenches, causing his cock to pulse in response inside my ass.

“You like that idea,” Finn observes, eyes fixed on my face as he discards the napkin and replaces it with his fingers. “Knowing he’s aware of every sound you make, every way your body responds to me.”

Before I can answer, Finn leans forward and captures my clit between his lips, sucking gently. The sensation is so unexpected and so intense. My hands fly to his hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He releases my clit with a wet pop, looking up at me with those piercing green eyes.

“I find it calming,” he growls. “Sucking on your clit. It centers me.”

His words, so matter-of-fact yet so filthy, make my pussy clench and release a fresh wave of slick that drips down my thighs. I feel my ass tighten around Kane’s cock in response, and his breathing changes subtly against my back.

Finn returns to his task, his tongue circling my clit before sucking it back into the wet heat of his mouth. His eyes roll back slightly, as if he’s savoring the finest delicacy.

I try to close my legs, overwhelmed by the intensity, but Finn holds them firmly apart, refusing to let me escape the pleasure he’s determined to give. His strong hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread wide and accessible as his mouth works magic on my most sensitive parts.

The dual sensations—Kane’s hard length filling my ass and Finn’s warm mouth on my clit—quickly push me toward the edge. My lower belly tightens with building pressure, and I can’t contain the sounds escaping me anymore.

My moans fill the van, getting louder as Finn increases the pressure of his sucking.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” I cry out, beyond caring who hears me. “Finn, I’m going to?—”

He growls against my clit, the vibration sending me hurtling over the edge.

My entire body convulses as the orgasm tears through me, my inner walls clamping down on nothing while my ass spasms around Kane’s cock.

Finn doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and lick through my climax, prolonging it until I’m a shaking, whimpering mess.

When he finally pulls away, his lips are glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with his own unfulfilled need. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking pleased with himself.