Page 17 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

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Seven Months Later

Mia

I tug on my white suit pants, struggling to get them over my thighs. My nine-month pregnant belly feels like it’s mocking me as I struggle to pull them on.

Standing half-dressed in front of the mirror, I can’t help but sigh at my reflection—swollen breasts straining against my blouse, face fuller than it’s ever been, and a stomach so round and tight it looks ready to burst.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, trying to pull the pants up higher, but they’re stuck in the middle of my thighs, and I’m getting tired.

The last seven months have been a blur of adoption agencies, courthouse clerks, and dead ends.

We’ve driven through five states, spent countless hours in waiting rooms with uncomfortable chairs that make my back scream, only to hear the same answer over and over: “I’m sorry, we have no record of anyone matching that description. ”

Kentucky had nothing. Pennsylvania’s records were “unfortunately incomplete” from that time period. Virginia’s agencies were “happy to help,” but ultimately hadn’t. Now we’re in West Virginia for the week, staying in a rental home, and I’m starting to think this whole search is pointless.

Through the open bedroom door, I can hear my alphas downstairs. The deep rumble of Kane’s voice mixed with Finn’s quieter tones and Jace’s occasional jokes.

The smell of coffee and bacon wafts up the stairs, reminding me that it’s only eight in the morning and I could have been sleeping instead of squeezing myself into professional clothes for what will likely be another disappointment.

I give up on the pants for a moment, placing both hands on my massive belly. Almost immediately, the baby responds with a fierce kick that makes me smile despite my frustration.

“You’re an active little guy today,” I whisper, rubbing slow circles over the spot where I just felt movement. The thought of holding my son in my arms makes my heart jump with excitement.

Just a few more weeks, and I’ll feel like myself again- or some version of myself that isn’t constantly uncomfortable, peeing every twenty minutes, or struggling to see her own feet.

“Need some help with that?”

I look up to find Jace leaning against the doorframe, looking handsome in his charcoal suit. His curly hair is styled perfectly, his eyes sparkling with love as he takes in my predicament.

“Unless you can magically make me un-pregnant for five minutes so I can get dressed, I don’t think there’s much you can do,” I sigh, making another futile attempt to pull the pants higher.

He laughs, pushing off the doorframe and coming to stand behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, his hands rest on my belly as we lock eyes in the mirror.

“Why would I want that when you look so fucking delicious like this?” he murmurs against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Your thighs are all gorgeous and exposed, belly swollen with our pup, and your body ripe and full.”

Even though I was annoyed earlier, I can’t help but lean back against his chest, taking comfort in his solid warmth.

In the mirror, we make an almost comical pair—me with my hair hastily pulled back, massive belly protruding between us, pants stuck at mid-thigh, and Jace looking like he just stepped out of a men’s fashion magazine.

“I can’t wait to meet him,” Jace says, his hand moving in gentle circles over my stretched skin. “Our little boy. Going to be strong like his fathers and smart like his mother.”

“I can’t wait to buy him clothes today,” I admit, my stomach somersaulting with excitement since this is my first baby. “After the appointment, I want to look at those little onesies we saw online.”

“You’re going to pick out the cutest outfits.

Our baby’s going to be dressed in style,” says Jace, pressing a kiss to my neck.

His hands begin to wander, one staying on my belly while the other slides lower, skating across my hip and down between my legs.

Before I can protest, he’s cupping my pussy over my underwear, applying just enough pressure to make my breath catch.

“I know why you’re so frustrated today, and it’s not just the pants. ”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because you’re expecting more bad news today,” he says, voice softening. “You’re thinking this is going to be another dead end, don’t you?”

I give him a tired smile in the mirror, leaning back more heavily against him.

“I’m about ready to give up on this search entirely,” I admit. “Maybe my father has already found my mother by now. Maybe I should just focus on our baby and let the past stay in the past.”

Jace’s fingers press more firmly against my clothed pussy, making me gasp. Even through the fabric of my underwear, his touch sends heat spiraling through me.

“Don’t give up hope just yet, little omega,” he murmurs, his free hand coming up to cup my breast. “Today might be different.”

I can feel slick beginning to soak through my underwear, my body’s automatic response to his touch. Jace notices and a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he rubs my pussy in small circles.

“Jace…”

“Already wet for me,” he says, voice dropping to that husky register that never fails to make my heart race. “I think my sweet omega needs a little attention before we leave.”

“Jace,” I protest weakly, even as my hips push forward into his hand. “We’re going to be late. Kane will get so upset.”

“He’ll be even more upset if I don’t give you relief,” Jace interrupts, spinning me around and guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed. “I need a taste before we go.”

My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat, excitement and arousal flooding my system.

Jace drops to his knees in front of me, looking up with hungry eyes as he tugs my pants down and off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.

“Lie back,” he instructs, his hands pushing gently on my shoulders on the bed until I’m leaning onto my back.

“I can’t see you,” I say with a small pout as he spreads my legs wide, settling between them. My swollen stomach blocks my view of him.

“That’s okay,” he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh. “You don’t need to see me to feel me.”

The first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the bed. I gasp at the intense pleasure. He licks in one long, deliberate path from my entrance to my swollen clit. His tongue feels so nice and rough against me, which makes me moan already.

“Oh my moons .”

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he groans, his hands gripping my thighs to keep them spread wide. “Pregnancy makes you taste even sweeter. Did you know that?”

I only whimper in response, hardly able to answer him as he licks me vigorously.

His tongue circles my folds, dipping into my entrance before moving back to flick across my clit. Each pass sends electric shocks of pleasure shooting up my spine, making my toes curl and my back arch.

“Oh god,” I moan, grabbing at the messy white bedsheets. “That feels so good.”

Jace purrs against me, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation.

He focuses on my clit now, sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud until it’s swollen and throbbing. The pressure builds rapidly; my body so sensitive these days that it takes almost nothing to push me toward the edge.

“I need to taste,” grunts Jace, and he suddenly pushes his tongue deep inside of me, making me cry out in surprise.

The feeling of being penetrated by his tongue is different from his cock—less filling but more precise, able to reach spots inside me that make my eyes roll back. “Oh my god.”

“Your tight pussy is stretching so beautifully around my tongue,” he murmurs against me, the words vibrating through my core. “So tight, so wet. I think I need to stretch you even wider with my cock so it doesn’t forget me.”

He pushes his tongue deeper, curling it inside me in a way that makes my walls clench around him.

“Oh my,” I gasp as slick gushes out from me. I can feel the wetness seep down my pussy. The wet, smacking sounds of his mouth on my pussy fill the room, making my face burn.

“You going to come on my tongue, baby?” Jace asks, pulling back just enough to speak. “Going to soak my face with that sweet omega juice before I stuff you full of my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his face, seeking more contact. “Yes, please, I’m so close.”

He dives back in with renewed vigor, his tongue fucking in and out of me in quick, deep strokes while his thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation is overwhelming, making my belly clench tighter and tighter.

The orgasm crashes through me, my entire body convulsing as pleasure radiates outward from my core.

“Oh, Jace!” I cry out as my hands fly to his hair to hold him against me as I ride out the waves of intense pleasure he’s giving me.

Before I can fully recover, Jace is standing, hastily unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free his cock.

His dick springs out, long and thick and already leaking pre-cum, the sight of it making my mouth water despite my post-orgasmic haze.

“I need to fuck you real quick,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “Need to feel that tight little pussy squeezing my cock.”

In one smooth thrust, he pushes inside me, filling me so completely that the breath is knocked from my lungs.

He’s careful to angle himself above my belly, supporting his weight on his arms as he begins to move in long, deep strokes that hit perfectly against my G-spot.

“Oh!”

“So fucking tight,” he groans, his face contorted with pleasure. “Even after all this time, you still grip me like a virgin.”

The compliment, filthy as it is, sends a thrill through me.

I love knowing that I please him, that my body gives him as much pleasure as his gives me. I wrap my legs around his waist as best I can with my pregnant belly between us, pulling him deeper with each thrust.