Page 44 of Marking Mia

I stare at him in disbelief. “I’ve never heard of that before.”

His smile widens. “It’s a rare gift- one that makes you even more special.”

I’m not entirely sure I believe him, but the pleasure is undeniable, and my body feels more relaxed than it has in years. Before I can question him further, he reaches for a nearby shower attachment and rinses me off with gentle efficiency.

When he’s finished, he helps me to my feet, my legs shaky, and wraps me in a large, fluffy towel. His eyes never leave mine as he gentlypats me dry.

“Thank you,” I whisper, though I’m unsure what I’m thanking him for. The orgasms, the gentleness of his touch, or the shower itself.

He brushes a strand of wet hair from my face, his touch surprisingly tender.

“You will never feel abandoned ever again,” he promises, his words sending a jolt of anticipation through my entire body, knowing he means every word.

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Mia

Kane’s tongue flicks against my clit as Finn and Jace kiss along my neck. My back arches off the bed as pleasure courses through my body. Three pairs of hands roam across my skin. It feels too right, too perfect, to have all of them touching me at once.

“Do you like this, little omega?” Kane growls against my inner thigh before diving back in, his tongue lapping at my dripping pussy.

“Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking upward as I open my legs wider. “Please don’t stop.”

Finn’s lips travel from my neck to my breast, capturing my nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure makes me gasp. On my other side, Jace mirrors his actions, sucking my other nipple into his hot mouth.

“She tastes so fucking sweet,” Jace murmurs against my skin.

I should be embarrassed, being spread out like this for all three of them, but instead, I feel powerful. Wanted. It’s something I’ve never felt with Justin. A part of my brain whispers that this is wrong — that I shouldn’t want all three of them — but my body isn’t listening to reason.

Kane spreads my thighs wider, his strong hands gripping my flesh. “I need more,” he growls, and then his tongue pushes inside me, thick and insistent.

“Oh!” I cry out, the sensation of being stretched by his tongue overwhelming. My pussy clenches around the intrusion, desperate for more. For something thicker. Longer.

Four hands hold me down as Kane’s tongue fucks in and out of me, his nose occasionally bumping against my clit, his sideburns rubbing my center.

“Please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for. “Please, I need you!”

Kane pushes his tongue deeper, impossibly deep, stretching me in ways I didn’t know possible, and…

I jolt awake, my heart hammering in my chest and my pussy throbbing between my legs. For a moment, I’m disoriented, my mind still half-caught in the dream.

My throat feels like sandpaper, and my injured wrist aches dully where I must have rolled onto it in my sleep.

“Fuck,” I whisper into the darkness, pushing sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.

I sit up, trying to calm my breathing, but the ache between my legs won’t subside. The dream felt so real. I press my thighs together, but it does nothing to ease the empty ache.

Moonlight streams through the curtains, casting the unfamiliar room in silvery light. The bed they’ve given me is enormous, with silk sheets that feel cool against my overheated skin. The blanket, a rich gold color reminiscent of honey, has been kicked to the foot of the bed during my erotic dream.

Who keeps a fully furnished guest room with silk sheets? The furniture is all dark wood and expensive-looking, the kind of thing you’d see in a magazine, not in a house shared by three men.

Three very attractive, intense men who, for some reason, seem fascinated by me.

My wrist aches, and I realize I need to take my pain medication. Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, I see it’s two a.m.

Sighing, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and grab the orange prescription bottle, only to realize I don’t have any water.

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