Page 14 of Marking Mia

Justin backs Mia against the bed, pressing her down into the mattress. There’s no seduction, no romance for this beautiful female.

He just wants what he wants. The realization sickens me.

And yet, I can’t look away. I want to see Mia writhing in pleasure. I want to hear her soft little moans.

The two of them strip in silence, neither one seeming that interested in what they are about to do. It feels like a weird power move for Justin and an obligation for Mia.

“God,” I growl. “It’s like he doesn’t even care.”

Finn nods. “Human men are foolish. This one more than most.”

When the last article of Mia’s clothing falls to the floor, my breath hitches. Her generous curves cut a gorgeous silhouette in the dark room. Her full, round breasts are breathtaking, each ending in a pink nipple, hard and pebbled from the cold. The way her hair falls down her back makes me imagine running my hands through it.

But instead, I am forced to watch her boyfriend put his disgusting hands all over her.

The boyfriend trails his tongue along her neck, almost as if he’s licking a damn stamp. He guides Mia down to the bed, still slobbering all over her, and I can’t help but notice that Mia looks uninterested. If she had a watch, I imagine she’d be checking it.

“That isn’t how she’d look if that were us pleasuring her,” Jace comments, as though he could read my thoughts.

As they ease into bed together, Justin reaches up and squeezes her breasts, but ‘manhandling’ is probably the better term. He pinches and squeezes like they’re toys for his pleasure.

“You know,” he says, loud enough for us to hear through the partially open window, “one good thing about you gaining all that weight is that at least your tits got bigger.”

I tense at the disparaging words. The way he casually says something so cruel and demeaning. When he should be on his knees, admiring her. Maybe someday I would force him to do just that before ripping him apart bone by bone.

Mia just laughs off the comment, and my heart aches. How many times has he said something equally demeaning, and she just accepted it?

“I’ll kill him,” Finn says coldly, his eyes flashing. He’s the most lethal of our pack, and I have to rein him in.

“Not yet, Finn. But you will get your moment, don’t worry. I want to kill him too.”

Justin moves his cock to Mia’s entrance with little preamble. I scoff at the lack of foreplay. It’s like he doesn’t care about Mia’s enjoyment at all.

“Just lying here like a freaking starfish,” Justin says snidely as he slides himself into Mia. “It’s like you don’t even care.”

My fists clench at my sides, and I can feel Jace and Finn tense beside me.

Mia lifts her hips to meet Justin, rocking against his scrawny frame. Justin dips down and kisses her breasts as he tries to match her rhythm. He doesn’t, and the result is an erratic humping that I’d expect from a teenager during his first time.

Justin’s face softens into one of pleasure. “Baby, make me feel good.”

I frown.Make him feel good?He treats this like it’s something Mia needs to do for him. Sex isn’t a performance meant to appease one person. It’s a connection, an experience shared by all parties. It’s bliss as bodies intertwine in passion.

Whatever this is, it’s difficult to watch.

When Justin is done flopping on top of Mia likea damn fish, he finishes on her chest. The liquid drips down Mia’s breasts and pools on her abdomen. The sight makes me want to tear through the window and stop this right now.

I take a deep breath. As much as I would like to do that, it isn’t the best way to approach this. I let out a deep growl and turn to Jace and Finn.

Anger glints in their eyes. They feel the same way I do.

“We’re accelerating the plan,” I tell them. My hot breath fogs in the cold night. “This needs to end now. I don’t believe she has a pack at all.”

Finn scoffs as he glares at the window. “His performance is lackluster at best. If I were him, I’d spend more time between those legs with my tongue. I’d trace every letter of my name on her clit, one at a time. I’m not coming unless she has already come at least twice.”

Jace nods. “I’d worship her like the queen omega she is, lavishing every part of her body with kisses and bites, marking her and making her mine. Only after she is squirming and screaming my name would I seek my own pleasure. And even then, she would enjoy it.”

“We’re all on the same page then,” I growl.

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