Page 40 of Marking Mia

I reach for the zipper at the back of her green dress.

The metal slides down a whisper, revealing inch after inch of her smooth back. My fingers brush against her skin, and she shivers. The dress parts exposing the delicate curve of her spine, the gentle slopes of her shoulder blades, and the tantalizing dip that leads down to the magnificent swell of her ass.

I push the dress from her shoulders, watching hungrily as it slides down her body and pools around her feet. The sight of her nearly naked form steals my breath. Her skin is flawless, a creamy, unmarred perfection, glowing in the bathroom light. The curve from her waist to her hips is a work of art.

The backs of her thighs are full and soft, begging to be bitten and marked.

My cock hardens painfully against my zipper as I reach for the clasp of her bra. She tenses but doesn’t protest as I unsnap it with practiced ease. The garment joins her dress on the floor, and I have to bite back a groan.

“Turn around,” I say, my voice rough with need.

She hesitates, then slowly pivots to face me. Her arms immediately cross over her chest, trying to hide herself from my gaze. She stands there in nothing but a pair of black panties with a small red bow at the front- an innocently seductive detail that makes my mouth water.

“This is crazy, I just met you.”

“What are you doing?” I ask, staring pointedly at her hands covering her tits. “I want to see all of you.”

“I’m not exactly...” she starts, dropping her gaze to the floor as her arms fall limply at her sides. “I’m not skinny or anything.”

The words confuse me for a moment until I understand. Justin has made her feel ashamed of her glorious body. This is why she’s so shy with me and hesitates to undress before me.

Anger flares hot in my chest at the thought, and I vow in my heart to end his measly life without her knowing.

Her breasts are full and heavy, tipped with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.

They’re the perfect size to overflow my hands, to be squeezed and suckled until she’s writhing beneath me. Her waist curves inward slightly before flaring to hips made for gripping. And that little soft belly… fuck, I want to trace it with my tongue, to feel her quiver as I nibble and suck at her belly button.

My cock is throbbing now, straining against my jeans, demanding attention. And her scent, my god, her honey-sweetomega scent is intensifying with her arousal, filling the small bathroom until I can barely think straight.

“You’re beautiful,” I growl. “Never feel ashamed, okay, Mia?”

She nods weakly, her breath coming faster as I reach down to the waistband of her panties. I hook my fingers under the elastic where it hugs the curve of her lower belly and slowly peel them down.

As the fabric descends, I’m treated to the sight of her pussy, lightly covered with soft hair, her outer lips already glistening with arousal. My mouth waters as I pull the panties down over the generous curves of her thighs, drinking in every detail of her naked form as she steps out of them.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can smell how turned on she is- a rich, musky addition to her honeyed scent that makes me want to bury my face between her thighs and never come up for air.

I bend down to pick up the discarded panties, noticing how her breath catches when I do. The seat of them is soaked through, evidence of how her body responds to me despite her hesitation.

I bring her panties to my face, inhaling deeply, letting her see exactly how she affects me.

“What the hell are you doing?” she gasps, her eyes wide with shock. But I can hear the desire in her voice. She’s an omega. I know everything about her emotions based on her scent alone. If she was truly terrified of me, I wouldn’t be here.

“Making sure you’re healthy,” I reply smoothly, my voice rough with want. “And you seem to be in perfect condition.”

Her face flames crimson as I fold the panties carefully and tuck them into my pocket. She has no idea that I’ll be using them later, wrapping them around my cock as I stroke myself to completion, imagining it’s her tight pussy gripping me instead of my hand. I’ll breathe in her scent as I come,pretending I’m flooding her womb with my seed, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

Fuck, I need some kind of relief.

My balls are tight and heavy, and every instinct is screaming at me to bend her over the counter and take her right now. But she’s not ready. Not yet. I’ll wait until she’s begging for my knot until she can’t imagine being with anyone but me and my pack.

I turn to the shower and adjust the temperature, making sure it’s perfect for her.

“Get in,” I tell her, not bothering to hide my erection as she stares.

I know she saw my erection in the car earlier. I want her to see what she does to me. Let her know exactly what’s waiting for her when she finally submits.

She steps into the stream, closing her eyes and sighing as the warm water cascades over her body. Water sluices down her curves, highlighting every dip and swell of her form. Her nipples pebble under the spray, and I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching out to touch them.

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