Page 41 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

twenty-four

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Mia

T hunder rattles the windows, jarring me awake.

A summer storm, I realize as I slowly open my eyes, feeling heavy and woozy from last night. Kane, Jace, and Finn have been taking turns feeding Ash the bottles I prepared in the kitchen, so they haven’t woken me once.

Rain lashes the glass, lightning flickers white against the closed curtains, and I’m floating in that perfect space between dream and waking—warm, safe, held on all sides by the heavy weight of my alphas.

I shift, half-asleep, and suddenly realize I can’t move.

Someone is licking my pussy, and I gasp, blinking, struggling to wake up all the way. The room is dim, the only light a faint blue glow from the digital clock, which says 6:41 a.m.

Kane’s arm is thrown over my waist, his hand splayed across my stomach. Jace is on my other side, his breath slow and deep against the back of my neck.

There’s a suspicious lump under the covers at the foot of the bed.

The next jolt is unmistakable- a hot, wet tongue lapping at my pussy, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every drop. I gasp, just a little, and feel Kane’s arm tighten, a low growl rumbling against my back.

“Shhh,” comes Finn’s voice from somewhere near my knees, muffled by the heavy down comforter. “Don’t wake the baby.”

My breasts are heavy as Finn’s tongue buries into my pussy. His tongue is broad and rough, dragging up the seam of my folds, circling my clit with that infuriating, teasing slowness that makes my slick seep down in copious amounts.

I bite my knuckle, trying not to make a sound.

The more I try to keep quiet, the more Finn pushes, his mouth greedy and insistent.

He slips a finger inside, just the tip, curling it against my G-spot while he sucks my clit between his lips.

I arch my back, grinding down on his face, and the blanket slides off my hips, exposing me to the chilly air and the hot breath of two now-awake alphas.

Kane’s hand moves from my stomach to my breast, palming it roughly before pinching the nipple between his fingers.

“Good morning, little omega,” he rumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. “You need help down there?”

Jace stirs beside me, his cock already hard and pressing into my hip. “What’s he doing to you?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.

“Finn—” I manage, but the rest of the sentence dissolves into a whimper as Finn pushes a second finger inside, fucking me slow and deep while his tongue flicks lightning-fast across my clit.

Jace slides a hand between my legs from behind, spreading me wider for Finn, his other hand drifting down to rub lazy circles over my clit whenever Finn pulls away to breathe.

The two of them work together like they planned it, alternating between soft and rough, fast and slow, until my body is shaking, every muscle pulled tight as a bowstring.

I dig my fingers into Finn’s hair, holding him in place, and feel the first tremors of an orgasm start to build. Kane’s mouth finds my nipple, sucking hard, and Jace’s hand closes over my throat until I gasp in arousal.

Thunder cracks outside, louder this time, and the first wave of pleasure hits me in perfect sync.

I come hard, squeezing Finn’s face between my thighs, my body clenching around his fingers as I gush wetness all over his hand and the sheets. He doesn’t stop, not even when I beg, not even when I try to squirm away.

He just holds me down, licking me through the aftershocks, his tongue softer now, almost gentle.

When I finally collapse, panting, Finn crawls up the bed, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. He’s grinning like a maniac, his eyes bright and sharp even in the dim light.

“Good news,” he says, and I’m too wrung out to do anything but stare at him.

“What?” I mumble, dazed and boneless.

He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. “You’re pregnant,” he whispers, and the words send a shockwave through my whole body.

I freeze, searching his face for any sign of a joke. There’s none. Finn is deadly serious, his gaze locked on mine.

“You’re sure?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. I remember how they knew about my first pregnancy before I did because of some weird alpha second sense they had.

He nods, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower belly. “I can smell it,” he says. “Your scent is different when you’re pregnant. Stronger. Like honey and—” He breaks off, searching for the word. “Like home.”

Kane’s hand joins Finn’s, covering my stomach with his own. He looks at me, eyes burning with pride and something softer, deeper.

“Our second baby,” he says, and there’s a note in his voice I’ve never heard before—pure, unfiltered happiness.

Jace wraps his arms around me from behind, his chin digging into my shoulder. He doesn’t say anything, just holds me tight, his heart pounding against my back.

I start to cry, the tears coming hot and fast. I’m not sad, not even a little. I can’t believe this is real.

Finn kisses my cheek, then my lips, salty with tears.

“I told you,” he murmurs. “You were made for our pack. Don’t underestimate us.”

“We have to do the wedding now,” I say, laughing shakily, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. “Before, it’s impossible to fit into my chest.”

Kane chuckles a deep rumble that vibrates through my chest. “Whatever you want, omega,” he says. “We’ll make it happen.”

Jace squeezes me tighter, his voice muffled in my hair.

“You’ll be the hottest pregnant bride,” he says, and I blush.

The bridal shop is all white walls and soft sunlight, the air thick with perfume and the low, desperate hum of women trying to find the one dress that will make them believe in magic.

I stand in a row of wedding gowns, running my fingers across satin and tulle, letting myself get lost in the idea that all of this—marriage, family, a second baby—could actually be mine.

Ash is at home with the alphas. For the first time in months, I’m completely alone with my mom. Just us. No toddler shrieking for attention, no pack vying for my scent, no interruptions except for the occasional saleslady gliding by in soft shoes.

Mom walks the perimeter of the store, pretending to be engrossed in the “mother of the bride” options, but I catch her sneaking glances at me every few seconds. It’s like she can’t believe I’m really here, and that we’re doing this. I understand how she feels.

I hold up a dress, squinting at the price tag, which would have definitely caused me to faint in the past. But Kane gave me an unlimited budget, which still perplexes me.

“Do you think this is too much?” I ask, and my mom laughs, her dimple appearing just like mine.

“I think you should try it on,” she says.

I take the dress to the fitting room, and the saleslady—who can’t be more than nineteen and has a nervous, eager energy—helps me shimmy into it.

The fabric is cold, heavy, but as I tug it over my hips and settle it into place, something electric happens.

I look in the mirror and don’t see the awkward, bruised girl from the farm.

I see a strong omega queen of her pack. And thinking of that makes my face turn red, but it’s how the alphas make me feel.

The dress is a mermaid style, tight through the waist and ass before flaring at the knees. I turn, checking my profile, and almost laugh at how sexy I look in this.

The alphas are going to lose their fucking minds when they see my ass.

I step out of the fitting room, smoothing the dress over my stomach. My mom is waiting on the little couch, her own dress draped over her lap, and when she sees me, she covers her mouth with both hands.

“Oh, honey,” she breathes, her eyes instantly filling with tears. “You look… You look perfect.”

I stand there, awkward, shifting from foot to foot as she blinks and tries to compose herself. The saleslady quickly hands my mother a tissue as I admire myself in the mirror.

I turn, checking myself in the three-way mirror, and for the first time in my life, I love what I see.

The dress hugs my curves, accentuates my ass, and somehow manages to make my boobs look huge.

I imagine Kane’s reaction—his jaw clenched, eyes dark, trying not to admit how much he wants to rip it off me.

Jace would make a joke, probably something filthy, but he’d mean every word.

Finn would just stare, quiet and intense, memorizing every inch of me.

“I’ll take it,” I say, voice thick. The saleslady beams, already picturing her commission, I bet.

Mom dabs her eyes with a tissue, then stands to hug me, careful not to wrinkle the fabric. She smells like chamomile and fresh laundry, a scent that’s both new and ancient, like it’s been imprinted on my DNA since birth. I wonder if Ash will remember my scent the way I remember hers.

After the paperwork and the endless fussing over alterations, we escape into the heat of the day and walk two blocks to the ice cream shop. It’s almost empty, the only other patrons a pair of older women arguing over crossword puzzles and a bored teenage couple glued to their phones.

We order sundaes and find a booth near the window.

“So,” she says. “You never talked about the family who raised you. What were they like?”

I look down at my melting sundae, watching the chocolate sauce seep into the vanilla ice cream.

“It wasn’t great,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “The people who kidnapped me weren’t the greatest. They’re in jail now anyway.”

She reaches across the table, squeezing my hand. “I’m so sorry, Mia. If I could have gone back in time, I would never have given you up. I had just given birth and was frantic…”

“No, it’s okay, Mom! You did what you had to. I know that now. And honestly, if you hadn’t sent me away, I never would have met Kane, or Finn, or Jace. Or Ash,” I say, smiling, the sadness lifting. “I’m okay, Mom. Really.”

She nods, but her eyes are glossy again. “I just wish I could have been there for you. For all of it.”

We eat in silence for a minute, the only sound the clink of our spoons and the rain still tapping at the windows. Eventually, she asks, “And Finn keeps mentioning Justin. Was he… Did he hurt you?”

I flinch, even though it’s been more than a year since I’ve seen him.

“Towards the end, yes,” I say. “Before that, it was verbal. He made me feel like shit. Like I wasn’t good enough for anyone. Like I should be grateful he even wanted me.”

Her expression shifts from sorrow to something darker, a flicker of anger. “Don’t ever believe anything he said,” she says, voice low and fierce. “You are a treasure, Mia. Omegas are the rarest, most cherished members of any pack. Anyone who says different is a fool.”

I nod, tears blurring my vision. “Thank you,” I whisper.

She squeezes my hand again. “Now. Tell me about the wedding. When’s the big day?”

I laugh, the sound surprising both of us. “Soon,” I say. “Probably in a couple weeks. I just found out this morning that I’m pregnant again, and I want to get married before I start waddling.”

“Oh my god, Mia,” she says, her eyes glowing.

I nod, unable to stop grinning. “Finn said he could smell it on me. He’s never wrong.”

She laughs, dabbing at her eyes with her napkin. “I can’t believe it. I’m going to be a grandma twice over. This is the greatest news.”

I sip my water, then ask, “Are you and Dad going to have more kids?”

She hesitates, biting her lip, and I realize she’s blushing to my surprise.

“Actually, yes,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m pregnant too. About two months. I wanted to be sure before telling you the news.”

I almost drop my spoon.

“Are you serious? That’s amazing!” I lean over the table to hug her, and she hugs back, both of us laughing and sniffling at the same time.

“I’m so happy for you,” I say, settling back in my seat. “I mean, it’s going to be weird having an uncle or aunt younger than Ash, but?—”

She laughs, a full, open sound that makes the old ladies in the corner glance over.

“I might’ve gotten started a little late,” she says. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

I finish my sundae, then sit back, suddenly exhausted. “I forgot how tiring it is to be pregnant. I can already feel it.”

She nods, swirling her spoon through the dregs of her sundae. “It’ll get easier. The second time, you know what to expect.”

We lapse into a comfortable silence, watching the rain and the traffic, the world going on as if nothing extraordinary is happening. But for the first time in my life, I feel like everything is exactly as it should be.

“I never thought I’d meet another omega. I mean, besides myself. It’s kind of cool,” I say after a while.

She smiles, eyes soft. “Omegas are rare. Most of us end up in packs, or we hide what we are. It’s safer that way.”

I nod. “Do you ever have trouble with your scent? Like, when you’re in public? Sometimes I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

“There are scent blockers. Pills, sprays. And heat suppressants, if you need them. But you have to get them from wolf territory.”

I gape at her, fascinated. “There’s so much I don’t know,” I say. “So much I still have to learn.”

She laughs, brushing a stray hair from my face. “That’s the fun part. We get to figure it out together.”