Page 36 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)
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Mia
M y body shivers as Jace’s knot releases me in the middle of the night. My pussy is drenched in slick, and I suddenly need another knot.
I roll onto my side, away from the heavy, sticky mess oozing down my thighs, and curl in on myself. The ache is raw and painful from the lack of a knot. The alphas are peacefully asleep, and I want to let them rest more.
But the pain is crawling through my belly, low and insistent, a molten thread of need winding tighter with every breath. It’s like I’m starving, like the only way to keep from falling apart is to be filled again, knotted, owned.
I try to lie still, not wanting to wake any of them, but the ache turns sharp and I can’t help the tiny, pathetic whimper that slips out.
“You think you can hide your pain from me?” Kane’s voice is a midnight growl from the far side of the bed.
“Didn’t want to wake you,” I whisper, burying my face into the pillow as my face burns.
He makes a sound that’s half laugh, half warning, and then he’s on me—blanket yanked down, his big hand planting itself on the small of my back.
“Get on your belly,” he says, the command vibrating through my bones.
I secretly love it when he gives me alpha commands.
It’s the way he takes control, the way my body obeys before my mind even catches up. I roll over, arms flat above my head, and arch my back so my ass is in the air, legs parted just enough to let the slick leak down onto the sheets.
I’m dripping, thighs sticky as I show him how much I need it.
Kane kneels behind me, his big hands tight on my hips. He leans down and kisses my ass cheek, lips hot and wet against the cooling skin. I shiver, as my toes curl into the sheets.
“You have no idea how much I love this ass,” he mutters, voice rough with hunger. He spreads my cheeks wide, exposing everything, and I can hear the way his breathing deepens as he stares at my holes. “You’ll never get used to being spread like this, will you? Your ass and pussy are so shy.”
“I don’t think so,” I squeak as I try to shake my head, but my face is mashed into the pillow.
He immediately buries his face in my crack, tongue flat and wide as he licks a slow, obscene stripe from my soaked pussy all the way to my asshole. I jolt at the contact, a white-hot spark of pleasure making me arch even higher.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, breathless already and in shock that he did that. “Kane…”
“Shh,” he says, not even pretending to be gentle. He licks me again, swirling the tip of his tongue around my asshole. His tongue is thick, wet, and relentless. Then he sucks at it, hard enough to make my vision go blurry.
I whimper, hands clawing uselessly at the sheets. It’s filthy, the way he does it, like he’s starving for the taste of me. He groans low in his throat, the vibration carrying straight through my body.
“You taste too fucking good,” he says, pausing only to slap my ass, sharp and stinging. “I could eat you out all night.”
His tongue attacks me again, and I bite my lip, feeling him sucking on my pussy now. Slick rolls onto his tongue as he goes back to roughly licking my asshole.
Every nerve ending is on fire, the two sensations blending into each other until I’m not sure which is which. My hips rock back against his face, needy and shameless.
When he finally pulls away, I can feel the heat of his breath on my skin, his hands still spreading me wide. “You want it in your ass tonight, omega?”
My whole body clenches at the words. I want to say yes, to beg for it, but the memory of Finn’s cock stretching me open still lingers, and I’m not sure I can take another round. Kane must sense the hesitation because he laughs, low and dangerous.
“I wish, but I’m still sore.”
“It’s okay, little omega. Since you’re in heat, I’ll stick to fucking your pussy tonight, but I want my finger in your ass while I do it. You think you can handle that?”
“Yes, I handle that,” I say, nodding frantically as my belly clenches hard from my heat and from the leader of the pack playing with my holes. “I need you.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, then slides a thick, spit-slicked finger into my asshole, slow but unyielding. The stretch burns at first, then melts into a pleasurable sensation.
He keeps his finger there, buried to the knuckle, while he lines up the head of his cock with my entrance. I’m already loose and swollen from Jace, but Kane is thicker, the crown of his dick pushing in with a force that makes me gasp.
He doesn’t go slow. He never does. He buries himself in one long, brutal thrust, filling me so completely that the air leaves my lungs. The double sensation of his cock in my pussy, and his finger in my ass makes my heart race faster.
“Oh my god,” I choke out, face mashed harder into the pillow. I’m so excited for him to thrust. “Oh fuck, oh fuck…”
Kane grunts, starts fucking me in hard, relentless strokes, his finger working in time with his hips. Every thrust sends his cock deeper, his finger twisting and stretching my asshole until I’m shaking.
“You like that?” he taunts, slapping my ass again. “Like being filled up from both ends?”
I can’t answer. I’m too busy moaning, too busy losing my mind. The pleasure is so intense it feels like I’m going to split apart. I try to stifle my cries, biting down on the pillow, but Kane notices.
“Don’t you dare hold back,” he growls. “I want to hear you scream, omega. Let everyone know who’s fucking you right.”
His words set me off. I scream into the pillow, my whole body clenching as the first orgasm tears through me. My pussy spasms around his cock, and I feel my asshole clamp down on his finger at the same time.
He fucks me through it, merciless, the rhythm never breaking.
“That’s it,” he says, voice thick with pride. “You come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.”
I do. I come again, even harder, the pressure so much that slick squirts out around his cock, soaking my thighs and the bed.
Kane groans, pounding into me faster, his knot swelling at the base.
“I’m gonna knot you,” he warns, his voice barely more than a snarl. “Gonna tie you up and keep you filled all night.”
He slams into me one last time, and I feel the knot pop past my entrance, locking him inside. The pressure is too much, and I squirt again, a hot gush of slick shooting out around the knot.
Kane roars as he comes, his cock pulsing, the heat of his cum flooding my pussy. His finger never leaves my ass, still twisting and stretching even as the knot keeps us joined.
When he finally withdraws his finger, it’s with a wet plop that makes me blush, but the embarrassment is gone before it arrives. I’m limp, boneless, my body a mess of sweat and cum and slick.
Kane collapses on top of me, his chest crushing me into the mattress, but I don’t care. I love the weight of him, the way his arms wrap around me, possessive and gentle. He nuzzles the back of my neck, his breath warm against my hair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect. I love you so much, little omega.”