Page 6 of Mating Mia (The Alphas’ Perfect Prey #2)

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Mia

“ D rink,” says Kane, handing me a cold water as I writhe on the couch in heat and in pain.

We had driven miles away from where my father and I were being held.

We were now in the middle of a forest in a large cabin.

“You need to stay hydrated. Did they give you anything to drink in that horrible place?”

“No,” I whimper as slick pools between my thighs. I press the cold glass of water Kane hands me against my forehead, desperate to feel the chill against my fevered skin. I’m only wearing a bedsheet around my naked body since Orion’s guards destroyed my clothes.

I gulp down the water greedily, some of it spilling down my chin and onto my chest. The cool droplets offer momentary relief against my feverish skin before they warm and disappear.

Kane watches me with hungry eyes, nostrils flaring as he breathes in my scent—honey-sweet but intensified a hundredfold by the heat.

“You smell fucking incredible,” he growls, reaching for the sheet that’s slipping off my shoulder. He adjusts it, his fingers brushing against my collarbone, and even that brief contact makes me gasp. “But we need to knot you carefully. For the safety of you and the pup.”

The door to the cabin opens, and Finn enters, carrying my father’s limp form in his arms. The sight momentarily cuts through the haze of my heat. Liam’s body looks so frail, so broken, his skin a patchwork of old and new scars that tell the story of decades of torture.

His eyes are closed, his breathing shallow.

“Is he…?” I can’t finish the question, fear choking the words in my throat.

“He’s alive,” Finn assures me, his expression grim. “Barely. I’m taking him to the back room. Jace found some medical supplies in the cabin’s storage. We’ll do what we can.”

I nod, relief flooding through me despite the persistent throb of need between my legs. As Finn carries my father down the short hallway to one of the bedrooms, I try to focus on anything other than the heat coursing through my body.

But it’s impossible. My skin feels too tight, my breasts ache, and the emptiness between my thighs is a gnawing, desperate void that demands to be filled. Slick gushes from me, soaking through the sheet beneath me on the couch.

Kane returns from the kitchen with another glass of water and a clean sheet. “You’re drenched,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “You need some air.”

He peels the damp sheet away from my body, and the cool air hits my naked flesh, making me shiver despite the fever burning through me.

Kane’s eyes darken as he takes in my naked form—my swollen breasts, the curve of my belly where his pup grows, the glistening evidence of my arousal coating my inner thighs.

“Come,” he says, holding out the fresh sheet. “Let’s get you to the bedroom where I can take care of you properly.”

He nods toward the hallway, to the door opposite where Finn took my father. The thought of being intimate with Kane while my father lies wounded just across the hall makes me shudder. It feels wrong, disrespectful somehow, even though the rational part of my brain knows my father would understand.

Heat is a biological imperative for omegas, not a choice.

Still, I shake my head, clutching the new sheet around me. “I can’t… not with him right there. That’s my actual dad over there.”

Kane’s jaw tightens, but he nods, understanding if not entirely pleased. “We need to help you through this, Mia. The heat won’t pass on its own, not with how intensely it’s hit you.”

“I’ll take her for a walk,” Jace says, appearing from the kitchen with a bag slung over his shoulder. His hair is damp from a recent shower, and he’s dressed in clean clothes—jeans and a t-shirt that clings to his muscular frame. “Get her away from the cabin for a while.”

“Yes,” I say quickly, perhaps too eagerly, as relief floods through me. “Please.”

Kane growls low in his throat, clearly not thrilled at the idea of Jace taking me away, but he doesn’t object. He knows as well as I do that my heat needs to be addressed, and if I can’t bring myself to do it here, then options are limited.

“Don’t go too far,” Kane warns Jace. “We don’t know if Orion’s pack is tracking us yet.”

“I’ll keep her safe,” Jace promises. He approaches me, extending his hand. “Come on, little omega. Let’s get you some... fresh air.”

I take his hand, allowing him to pull me to my feet. My legs tremble beneath me, weak from the constant waves of heat rolling through my body. Jace steadies me with an arm around my waist, his muscular frame pressing against my soft body.

“I’ll be back soon,” I tell Kane, meeting his eyes. “Take care of my father. Please.”

Kane nods, his expression softening slightly. “Always, Mia. We’ll be waiting.”

Jace leads me outside, the cool autumn air a brief respite against my feverish skin. The cabin is isolated, surrounded by dense forest on all sides, a safe house of sorts.

We make it about fifty yards into the trees before my legs give out completely, another powerful wave of heat crashing through me. I cry out, clutching at Jace as my knees buckle.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, sweeping me into his arms without effort. “Just hold on, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

I press my face into his neck, inhaling his rain-fresh scent, whimpering as it intensifies the ache between my thighs. “It hurts, Jace. Why does it hurt so much?”

“Your body’s been through hell,” he explains, carrying me deeper into the forest. The sheet slips, exposing my shoulder, but I can’t bring myself to care. “The stress, the fear, the separation from us—it triggered a survival response.”

“But I’m already pregnant,” I argue weakly, my hands fisting in his shirt as another cramp tears through me. “There’s no way this is a full-blown heat.”

“Your body doesn’t care about logic right now,” Jace says, his voice gentle despite the strain evident in his face. My scent must be driving him wild, testing the limits of his control. “It just knows you need an alpha’s knot. And I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

The promise in his words sends a fresh gush of slick between my thighs, and I whimper again, pressing my legs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache.

“Yes, I need you,” I beg, as my pussy clenches and releases slick.

Jace carries me for what feels like miles, though it’s probably only a few hundred yards.

Finally, he stops in a small clearing where sunlight filters through the canopy above, dappling the forest floor with golden light.

He kneels, carefully laying me down at the base of a massive oak tree, positioning my head on a pile of autumn leaves that crunch beneath my weight.

“There,” he says, his voice rougher now, strained with the effort of maintaining control. “Far enough that you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing, and close enough that we can get back quickly if needed.”

He pulls the sheet away from my body in one smooth motion, exposing me completely to the cool forest air and his hungry gaze.

I should feel self-conscious, spread naked on the forest floor, but the heat has burned away all modesty, all restraint.

I arch my back, presenting myself to him, my body knowing what it needs even if my mind is still catching up.

“Fuck, look at you,” Jace groans, his eyes darkening as they roam over my body. “So beautiful. So ready.” He spreads my legs wider, his fingers skating up my inner thighs, collecting the slick that’s practically flowing from me now. “You’re soaked, baby. I’ve never seen you this wet.”

I moan at his touch, my hips lifting involuntarily, seeking more. “Please, Jace. I need your knot.”

A rustle in the underbrush interrupts me, and my head snaps toward the sound. A massive black wolf emerges from the trees, green eyes gleaming with intelligence and hunger. Finn.

“Look who decided to join us,” Jace says with a grin, not at all surprised by Finn’s appearance. “Perfect timing, brother. Our little omega is in desperate need, and I think you might be able to help her... warm up.”

“Jace,” I whisper, uncertain yet undeniably aroused by the sight of Finn’s powerful wolf form approaching. “What are you...?”

“Shh,” Jace soothes. “Finn is just a little hungry. Why don’t you open your legs for him?”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask as Jace strokes my hair away from my face.

Not realizing I had snapped my legs shut, I slowly spread my trembling legs apart, swallowing in anticipation.

Jace moves aside slightly, making room for Finn to approach. The black wolf pads forward silently, his massive head lowering as he nears my spread legs.

I feel scared but also very horny. A part of my brain screams that this is wrong, but I could see the human intelligence behind his wolfish gaze. I find myself opening wider for him, offering myself in a way I never imagined I would.

“That’s it,” Jace encourages, his hand still stroking my hair. “Let him taste you. You’re going to love this, baby.”

Finn’s hot breath glazes over my inner thighs, making me shiver with anticipation.

Suddenly, his broad tongue licks in one long stripe from my pussy hole to my throbbing clit. Oh fuck . His tongue is impossibly hot and very rough.

“Oh my god!” I cry out, my back arching off the ground. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—different from when Finn pleasures me in his human form. His wolf tongue is longer, rougher, hotter, and it reaches places inside me that make stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Let him make you feel good. Fuck. It’s so hot watching him eat your pretty little pussy with his wolf tongue.”

Finn growls, the vibration traveling through his tongue directly to my core, and I scream as the sensation pushes me right to the edge of orgasm.

His massive head moves between my thighs, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at my entrance with greedy intensity before moving back up to focus on my throbbing clit.