Page 34 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

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Finn

B lood.

The taste of it, hot and metallic and thick on my tongue, is the only thing that cuts through the roaring in my skull. I snap the other wolf’s neck with a single jerk of my jaw, feel his body go limp beneath me, then fling him aside.

I spit a chunk of fur from my mouth, hack a wet gob onto the trampled moss, and lift my head. Every nerve is still on fire, fighting instinct screaming at me to hunt the next challenger, to decimate anything that comes near my omega or my pack.

My claws scrape the stone as I turn, panting.

Jace is already crouched over the last of Orion’s wolves, his muzzle dripping, golden fur slicked black at the snout. Kane’s somewhere behind me, a smear of red across his face, eyes mad with battle-lust.

The air is thick with wet earth, wolf-musk, and fear. But I smell another scent. It’s barely there, but I know it instantly. Honey. Drenched, wild, frantic.

My head snaps up. I take a breath of air again, more carefully this time. It’s not just a trail, not just the low-level background hum of Mia’s usual presence.

There is a spike in her scent. A fucking thunderbolt.

I hear a whimper that’s halfway to a scream, echoing off the rock. Not fear. Something else. Something raw and desperate.

Mia .

I don’t even think about it—I just break for the waterfall, paws pounding the muddy ground. I mind-blast Kane as I run, a single urgent pulse across the bond: She’s in trouble .

GO , Kane, bellows. Only two left here. We’ll finish. Mia needs you.

He’s right. The war is already won. There’s nothing left for me but her.

I’m already shifting before I hit the sheet of water, bones tearing and knitting, fur sloughing away as I force my body upright. The cave is a smear of mist and darkness, but her scent covers every inch. I notice a dead omega wearing a black dress on the floor of the cave.

“Finn!” Mia shouts from the back of the cave. I barely notice the pain in my own body as I rush to her.

She’s on the floor.

Her shirt is bunched around her hips, face white as bone, hands clutching her stomach like she’s holding herself together by sheer will. There’s a wet, gleaming pool under her ass and thighs, more than I’ve ever seen before. She’s never released so much slick before.

Her scent hits me so hard my vision tunnels. The scent of honey is so concentrated I nearly drop to my knees.

This is an emergency.

Ash is there, too, propped beside her, screaming his tiny lungs out. Mia tries to curl around him, but she’s shaking, her eyes rolling wild as she tries to focus.

“Finn!” she gasps, voice ragged. “Finn, help, it’s… I can’t—” She’s barely conscious.

I fall to my knees beside her, hands trembling, and check for wounds. There’s no bite, no blood that isn’t hers. Just the soaked pants, her thighs glazed and glistening with a torrent of slick.

“I’m here, baby,” I say in a soothing tone as I purr into her neck. “I got you.”

A sound behind me—sharp, shuffling.

My wolf is up in an instant, ready to tear out another throat, but it’s only Sarah. Her hair’s half torn out of its braid, her neck streaked with blood that doesn’t look like hers. She takes in the scene in one glance, assesses, and understands.

Mia in pain. Ash crying.

She immediately scoops Ash up with speed, knowing that we needed privacy as soon as possible.

“She’s in heat,” Sarah barks, voice hard. “You take care of her. I’ll take the baby.”

I nod, the words barely registering. All I can see is Mia, her face scrunched in pain, sweat and tears slicking her cheeks.

Her body is shaking hard enough to rattle her teeth.

Her thighs are clamped together, trapping the flood of slick, and I can feel her omega scent crawling into my skin, lighting up every cell, every raw nerve ending.

Her mother then leaves the cave, soothing the crying baby, and I turn my full attention back onto Mia—my beautiful omega.

She hates being rutted anywhere her parents might overhear, hates the idea of anyone seeing her like this. But there’s no time to bring her back to our rental home, not with her in agony, not with her pussy convulsing and empty and begging for my cock.

I lean in, rip her pants down the center with my teeth, and bury my mouth in the heat between her legs.

Her slick is everywhere. It coats her thighs, her cunt, the floor beneath her, and when I press my nose to her pussy and inhale, I nearly lose it.

My tongue shoots out, licking a broad, rough stripe from her hole to her clit.

She screams. The sound is part pain, part release, part relief.

Her whole body seizes, her pussy contracting so hard it splatters more slick across my face, a wave of it so hot and desperate it makes me dizzy. I lap at her like a starving beast, driving my tongue as deep as I can, tasting her until I’m drooling and she’s bucking her hips against my mouth.

She comes, hard, a full-body seizure that nearly knocks my head back. Her slick floods out, soaking my chin, and her fingers claw the stone, scraping her knuckles raw.

She sobs, once, then shudders and falls limp.

I shift up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and pull her into my lap. Her face is glassy, pupils blown, lips trembling.

“Finn,” she gasps, “I—oh god, I can’t?—“

I stroke her hair back from her forehead, forcing her to look at me.

“It’s your heat,” I say. “It came on too fast. You need to be filled, Mia. You need my knot.”

She whimpers, tries to curl in on herself, but I hold her tight. “But my parents and the baby…”

“They’re gone,” I say. “It’s just you and me now. Just us. Let me take care of you.”

She shivers, a soft keening sound escaping her lips.

I see her hands flex, her thighs twitching. She wants to fight it, wants to be brave, but the omega part of her has taken over, and all she wants is to be fucked, filled, knotted.

My cock is out, hard as iron, throbbing against my thigh as I set her onto her back.

I quickly pull her knees apart, and stare down at her pussy.

It’s swollen, flushed, the lips shiny and red, the entrance quivering with each pulse of her frantic heartbeat. The slick is bubbling out of her; the heat is so intense that I can see steam rising in the air of the cave.

I salivate, unable to help it. My whole body vibrates with the need to shove myself inside Mia, to mate her until she screams and can’t remember her own name.

She tries to close her legs, a last, feeble attempt at control. I growl, low and warning, and force them open again, spreading her wide so I can see every inch of her.

“Keep them apart,” I order, my voice thick with lust. “Let me in.”

She obeys, panting, her eyes wide and glazed. I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her dripping entrance, and push in slowly, savoring the heat and the impossible tightness as she stretches around me.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, arching her back, her breasts straining against the buttons of Kane’s flannel shirt. “It hurts—oh god, I need you?—“

“Yeah, kitten?” I croon, thrusting deeper, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other grips her hip. “This what you wanted? You like being my needy little omega? Like being rutted right here on the floor?”

She gasps, a sound that’s all pleasure now, no fear. “Yes, yes, please, Finn, please?—“

“I love this pussy,” I growl, rocking into her, letting her get used to my size before I start to move. “I love how greedy it is. Always hungry, always dripping for me. You’re fucking perfect.”

She bucks beneath me, her body clutching my cock, milking it. I start to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, until the slap of our skin is louder than the waterfall outside. Every time I bottom out, her pussy clenches, a hot spasm that sends fire through my balls.

I watch her breasts bounce under the shirt, the fabric strained and damp with her sweat. The urge to see them, to taste them, is overwhelming. I drop my mouth to the buttons, tear them open with my teeth, the tiny discs flying across the cave floor like shrapnel.

Her tits spill out, huge and flushed and leaking tiny beads of milk from the swollen nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, barely able to hold myself back. “So fucking beautiful.”

I keep pounding into her, the rhythm getting ragged, animal. Her pussy is hotter than anything, so wet I can feel it squelch around my cock, coating me, dripping down my balls. I lean in, suck one nipple into my mouth, and bite down gently.

She screams again as she widens her legs. I drink from her, the milk sweet and thick, addictive. I can’t get enough, switching from one tit to the other, tongue flicking across the tight tips as I fuck her harder, deeper.

She sobs, tears running down her face, but it’s not pain—it’s relief, pleasure, the high of finally being filled the way she needs.

“Knot me,” she begs, voice hoarse. “Please, Finn, I need it, I need your knot?—“

“I’ll give it to you, baby,” I promise, feeling the base of my cock already swelling, the pressure building in my balls. “Just for you. Take every inch, every drop.”

She spreads her legs wider, her heels digging into my ass, and I drive into her with everything I have. The knot pops past her entrance with a wet, obscene sound, locking me inside her. I roar, losing all control, and come so hard it feels like my soul is leaving my body.

The first spurt of cum is so intense I nearly blackout.

I keep thrusting, emptying myself into her, feeling her pussy clamp down in rhythmic waves, milking every drop. She howls, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, her whole body shaking as she squirts around my cock, splattering the cave floor with slick.

We collapse together, panting, bodies tangled, my knot still locked tight inside her. I hold her, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead as she comes down from the high.

“Good girl,” I murmur, nuzzling her neck. “So fucking good. You did so good.”

She shudders, then laughs, a breathy, exhausted sound. “You’re insane,” she whispers. “My family probably heard everything.”

I snort, licking her neck. “I don’t think so. I’ll fuck you right in front of them if that’s what you need.”

“I really hope you don’t do that,” she says, giggling and weak under me.

“What happened to that dead omega?” I ask, suddenly wondering if she had anything to do with it.

“She tried to take Ash,” says Mia breathlessly. “Then I threw a rock at her.”

I whistle in shock and pride at my beautiful omega. “Wow, baby, you can handle your own when we’re not around. Although I wish one of us were here to protect you. I never thought someone would have followed you.”

“Me either,” she sighs. “I might as well be an alpha now.”

I grin, shift my weight, and start sucking on her tits again. The milk flows more easily this time, the taste driving me wild. I drink greedily.

“Stop,” she finally gasps, pushing at my head. “Finn, I have to feed Ash.”

I sigh, but let go, licking a final drop from her nipple. “Fine. I’ll share.”

A sound at the cave entrance—footsteps, voices. Kane and Jace finally finished with the slaughter, drawn here by the scent and the sounds. They’re still shirtless, covered in blood and dirt, but the way they look at Mia is pure hunger.

“Is it true?” Jace calls, blue eyes lit with savage glee. “Our girl in heat?”

“Damn right,” I growl, rubbing the bulge of my knot over her belly, as she’s still impaled on my knot and milk-streaked and half-naked. “But you’re gonna have to wait your turn.”

“Don’t be greedy now,” grunts Jace. Kane just stares, his eyes dark, his cock already half-hard as he takes in the sight of Mia, used and dripping and sated.

“You look good, omega,” he rumbles. “But we’re not finished yet.”

Mia rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush, and I can see her thighs twitch in anticipation. She’s ready for more. We all are.

But for now, I hold her close, breathing in her scent, feeling her heartbeat race against my chest. Our hearts beating as one. My knot’s still inside her, and I don’t ever want to pull out.