Page 43 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

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Mia

“ O h my god, that’s stunning,” I say, gazing at the small private island beneath the helicopter. The ocean and the white sand look exquisite, and I can’t wait to run barefoot over it.

This is real. This is ours, at least for the next three days. I grab Kane and Jace’s hands, squeezing tightly with my excitement.

“Aw, she’s so cute,” Jace teases from across the cabin, his eyes bright with excitement. “You’d think she’s never seen an island before.”

“I haven’t,” I admit, pressing my face closer to the glass. “Not like this.”

The helicopter touches down on a small landing pad, and my stomach flips with both nerves and anticipation.

Kane helps me unbuckle, his hands lingering possessively on my waist. Finn is already at the door, scanning the perimeter with that predatory alertness that never entirely leaves him, even now, on our honeymoon.

When the door slides open, the heat hits me first—warm and wet, like stepping into a sauna.

The pilot helps me down, and as soon as my feet touch the concrete pad, the wind catches my dress, billowing the light fabric around me like a cloud.

I grab at it, laughing, as it threatens to expose everything to the poor pilot.

“You look like a fucking angel,” Finn says, the compliment making my cheeks flush. He’s behind me suddenly, his hands on my hips, steadying me as I try to control the wild dance of my wedding dress in the tropical breeze.

Palm trees are swaying lazily in the wind, their fronds rustling. The sand is so white it almost hurts to look at, pristine and untouched except for a single stone pathway leading to what has to be the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen.

It’s mostly glass, modern and sleek, perched on a slight rise that gives it a perfect view of the ocean beyond. The sunlight catches on every surface, turning the whole structure into a glittering jewel.

“Is that...ours?” I ask, still not quite believing any of this is real.

Kane nods, his hand sliding to the small of my back. “For the next three days, it’s all ours. No one else for miles.” The hard edge in his voice makes my skin prickle with anticipation, and I clench my thighs.

We follow the cobblestone path toward the house, my heels clicking against the smooth stones.

On either side, exotic flowers bloom in riots of pink, orange, and deep purple, their scents heavy and intoxicating in the humid air.

Butterflies dance between the blossoms, and somewhere in the distance, I can hear the call of tropical birds.

“This is ridiculous,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “How much did this cost?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Kane says, his tone making it clear the subject is closed. “You’re worth every penny.”

As we reach the front door, Kane turns to me with a gleam in his eye that I recognize all too well. Before I can react, he sweeps me into his arms, cradling me against his chest like I weigh nothing.

“Kane!” I squeak, my arms automatically wrapping around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying my bride over the threshold,” he says, his voice low and rough against my ear. “It’s human tradition. Like you wanted.”

“Is it tradition to carry your bride while sporting a massive erection?” I whisper back, feeling the hard press of him against my thigh even through the layers of my dress.

His laugh is short and sharp, more a release of tension than actual humor. “When your bride is an irresistible omega, it is.”

My hormones have been so wild lately from the pregnancy.

The slightest touch from any of them sends me spiraling into desperate need, my body producing slick at the most inconvenient moments.

Like now, when I can feel it beginning to soak through my thong, the scent of my arousal likely already reaching their sensitive noses.

Finn opens the door, and Kane carries me into the house with Jace right behind us.

I gasp as we enter, my eyes trying to take in everything at once.

The interior is just as stunning as the outside—all clean lines and open spaces, with floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the ocean like living art.

The floors are made of a pale wood, polished to a high sheen, and the furniture is minimal yet luxurious, featuring all whites and creams that make the blue of the ocean pop even more dramatically.

“Oh wow,” I breathe, still cradled in Kane’s arms. “This place is unreal.”

Kane carries me to the dining area, where a glass table sits before another wall of windows. He sets me down carefully on one of the chairs, his hands lingering on my waist longer than necessary.

“Let me get you a drink,” he says, making eye contact that makes my pussy throb almost immediately.

Jace flops into the chair beside me, his leg bouncing with barely contained energy. “So? What do you think, my love? We spent months looking for the perfect place to knot you.”

I laugh, remembering how green he’d turned during the flight. “This place is unreal. So beautiful.”

Kane returns, carrying a tray with four tall glasses, each filled with a pale yellow liquid and garnished with mint. He sets them on the table with careful precision, always the perfectionist. “Passion fruit juice,” he explains, handing me a glass. “With a little mint to energize everyone.”

I take a sip and nearly moan at the taste—sweet and tart and refreshing.

“This is amazing,” I say, taking another, deeper drink. The cool liquid slides down my throat, instantly relieving some of the heat that’s been building since we landed.

As I set my glass down, I notice all three of my husbands are staring at me. Kane standing at the head of the table, Finn leaning against the wall, Jace fidgeting in his chair—are visibly hard, their cocks straining to pop out of their pants zippers.

The sight makes my mouth go dry despite the juice I just swallowed.

“Um,” I say eloquently, unable to tear my eyes away from the bulge in Kane’s pants, right at my eye level. “Is there a problem? You’re all staring so hard.”

Kane’s smile is slow and feral.

“There’s no problem,” he says, taking a step closer. “Just three alphas who’ve been patiently waiting all day to claim their bride.”

I swallow hard, feeling a fresh gush of slick seeping between my thighs and making my thong wet as fuck for them.

“Oh,” I whisper.

Kane sets his glass down and extends a hand to me.

“I have something to show you,” he says, and there’s a promise in his voice that makes my heart race and my pussy throb harder. “Something special.”

I take his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs feel unsteady, from the way all three of them are looking at me, like they’re seconds away from devouring me whole.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

Instead of answering, Kane leads me through the house, past the living area, and down a hallway.

Finn and Jace follow, their footsteps heavy and echoing through the minimal home.

My pussy clenches with each step, anticipation making my skin hypersensitive, every brush of fabric against my body a sweet torment.

Kane stops at a door at the end of the hall, his hand on the knob.

“Close your eyes,” he orders, and I comply without thinking, too keyed up to question him.

I hear the door open, feel myself being guided forward. The air changes—cooler, with a faint scent of jasmine. Kane’s hands are on my shoulders, positioning me.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes, my love,” he says, his voice right by my ear. I open my eyes and gasp.

We’re in a room made entirely of glass walls, ceiling, and even parts of the floor. In the center sits a massive white bed, draped in what looks like silk sheets.

The room is positioned at the corner of the house, with views of both the ocean and the lush tropical garden. But what makes my breath catch is the way the glass acts as a mirror from certain angles, reflecting our images back at us everywhere I look.

“What is this?” I ask, turning in a slow circle, seeing myself—still in my wedding dress, hair starting to come loose from its careful arrangement—from a dozen different angles.

“This,” Kane says, coming to stand behind me, his hands sliding around to cup my belly, “is where I’m going to watch my bride get filled from all angles.

” His voice drops to a growl that I feel more than hear.

“This is where we’re all going to claim you properly, as our omega, our wife, the mother of our pups.

To penetrate you at the same time in your pussy and ass. ”

My knees go weak, and I have to lean back against him to stay upright.

“All of you?” I whisper, though the idea is far from new. They’ve shared me plenty of times before, but something about this feels different. I don’t think he means one alpha in my mouth.

“All of us,” Finn confirms, coming to stand in front of me. His green eyes are dark with desire, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of restraint. “At the same time. We’ve been planning for this day.”

My pussy clenches hard at his words, a rush of slick soaking through my already damp thong.

“How?” I ask, genuinely curious. We’ve done plenty of combinations, but never all three at once. Kane’s chuckle is dark as he hugs me to him so I can feel his erection.

“Jace will take your ass,” he says, his hand sliding down to cup me between my legs, pressing the fabric of my dress against my aching pussy. “And Finn and I will both take this greedy little pussy.”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Both of you? I’ve never… we’ve never. Will it fit?”

“You’re an omega,” whispers Jace, kissing my hair. “This wedding night will be so special and you’ll never forget it.”

His reflection in the glass shows his face looking hungry for me, which makes my belly clench.

I glance down at the noticeable bulges in their pants, trying to imagine both Kane and Finn inside me at once. They’re both so big, and I know how thick they are.

“I don’t know if I can,” I admit, heat flooding my face.