Page 45 of Marking Mia

Great. Now I have to venture out into the hallway of a house I barely know, trying not to wake three men who all make me horny with their mere presence.

I tiptoe to the door and crack it open, peering into the darkened hallway. Silence. At least they seem to be asleep. I step out, wearing nothing but the oversized t-shirt Kane lent me after my shower. It falls mid-thigh, and I tug at the hem self-consciously as I make my way toward what I think is the kitchen.

The hardwood floors are cold beneath my bare feet as I navigate through the unfamiliar house. The kitchen is modern and sleek, with all stainless steel and dark countertops. I find a glass in one of the cabinets and fill it with cold water from the refrigerator door.

I unscrew the cap on my pain pills, shaking one into my palm before tossing it into my mouth and washing it down with a long sip of water. The cool liquid soothes my parched throat, and I take another drink before turning to head back to my room.

A noise sounds from somewhere down the hallway—a low, guttural moan.

I freeze, glass clutched in my hand, ears straining. There it is again, unmistakably the sound of someone in pleasure.

Curiosity overrides my better judgment, and I find myself moving toward the sound, my heart pounding inmy chest. The door is cracked open, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway.

Another moan, louder this time. Male. Deep.

I should go back to my room. I should pretend I never heard anything. Instead, I inch closer to the door, telling myself I’ll take a quick peek to see who it is.

I peer through the crack, and my breath catches in my throat.

Finn is sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked, his muscular body taut with tension. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, as his right hand works furiously up and down his cock. It’s thick and long, with a swollen head that glistens with precum in the soft lamplight.

But it’s what’s in his left hand that makes my pussy clench. My missing pink lace underwear pressed against his nose as he inhales deeply with each stroke of his cock. This was my underwear that disappeared from my laundry weeks ago, before I even properly met these men. I’m suddenly reminded of Kane pocketing my drenched underwear.

I’m going to be out of underwear at this point.

“Mia,” he groans. The sound of my name on his lips sends butterflies straight to my core. “Fuck, Mia.”

I should be disgusted. I should be furious that he stole my underwear.

Instead, I’m transfixed, watching as his hand speeds up, his grip tightening around his cock. He’s sniffing my panties like it’s a drug, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

“Need you,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Need to be inside you.”

My nipples harden beneath Kane’s t-shirt, and I have to press my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure building between them.

Yes, I need you, too, Finn. I’ve never seen anything so hot inmy life. This quiet man coming undone at the mere scent of me is such a turn-on.

Finn’s movements become more frantic, his breathing harsh in the quiet room. Then, with a low growl that weakens my knees, he wraps my underwear around his cock and strokes himself to completion. Thick ropes of cum shoot from his tip, soaking the delicate lace, and he lets out a series of grunts that sound almost painful in their intensity.

“Mia,” he whispers again, his eyes still closed as he milks the last drops from his cock. “My omega.”

There it is again. That word.Omega.

Finn’s head suddenly snaps up, his nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. His gaze darts toward the door, and I stumble backward, nearly dropping my glass of water as I turn and flee down the hallway.

Back in my room, I close the door silently behind me, my heart hammering wildly.Did he see me? Did he know I was watching?The way his head snapped up as if he could smell the air felt almost animalistic.

I set my glass of water on the nightstand with trembling hands, my mind racing.

Finn likes me. Really likes me.

Enough to steal my underwear and masturbate while smelling it. And the dream I had about all three of them after Kane helped me shower last night is making my pussy throb uncontrollably. Is it possible all three of them are attracted to me? Plain, ordinary me?

The thought is too impossible to believe, and yet the evidence is mounting. And so is the ache between my legs.

I crawl back under the silk sheets, the memory of Finn’s pleasure-contorted face burned into my mind. I remember the way he wrapped my panties around his cock, the way he groaned my name, and my hand slides down my stomach.

I dip my fingers between my wet folds, circling my clit slowly at first, then with increasing pressure as I recall Finn’s muscular body, the impressive size of his cock, and the way he seemed to worship my scent.

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