Page 67 of Marking Mia

Slick flows down between my legs, and I can feel my pussy throbbing with need. Already, slick is dripping from between my folds, making its way down my thighs. I need this.

“Okay, then. Take me. I want the ritual.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Jace laces his fingers through mine. I turn to him, and his familiar grin is replaced with a look of focus I’ve never seen before. His breathing is deep and measured, his every move deliberate. Finn runs his hands down the length of my legs, his breath hitching at the feel of my skin against his.

“I can’t wait to have you,” Finn says reverently. “It’s going to feel so good knowing you’re ours.”

My body wants to give into the sensations. It takes everything in me to release my inhibitions and fully surrender to the pleasure I know awaits me with these three.

But then, a sudden thought crosses my mind.

Gazing between the three of them, my heart thuds in my chest. “Wait, hold on. What if I get pregnant?”

Even to my ears, my voice sounds shaky and panicked. I can’t possibly bring a child into my life right now—not wheneverything is so complicated and, frankly, somewhat in shambles.

The three werewolves stand in heavy silence for a moment, their expressions unreadable. I look between them, waiting for an answer.

It’s Kane who finally tips my chin up, making me look at him. I don’t look away.

“You’re human, Mia,” he says. “You have nothing to worry about.”

His words calm my panic, and I feel my heartbeat slow. Kane wouldn’t lie to me. He has done nothing but take care of me since we met and even before then. Still, the slightest doubt lingers at the edges of my mind.

But I’m so fucking horny right now that I ignore that feeling of doubt.

Jace leans down, brushing his lips lightly against my neck. His touch is both teasing and deliberate, igniting my desire even more. It sends a shiver of pleasure through me, and I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access.

“You are so good for us, Mia. Such a good girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

The words are like the first sip of wine, leaving me lightheaded and relaxed in their arms. I feel content and warm. It feels so fucking good to have three men all over me like this.

Finn’s hands slide higher, his palms warm against my thighs. His calluses rub against my smooth skin. My legs tremble, but he steadies them as his eyes lock on mine. Watching my reactions, he squeezes my thighs gently, slowly separating them.

Kane leans in, capturing my lips firmly. It feels as if he is pouring all his emotions into the kiss, and the effect is intoxicating. My heart races, and my thoughts grow hazy as I melt into him.

Jace lets out a sigh as his mouth moves along my collarbone,leaving a trail of heat that feels good against my skin. He presses a soft kiss to my ear, and a moan escapes my lips—something more primal than I ever thought I was capable of.

“You smell so good. Like honey,” Jace whispers, nibbling down my neck. “I could devour you right here.”

I try to speak, but only a gasp escapes. It’s as if I’ve forgotten every word I know.

“Speechless, are you?” he continues, his voice tinged with a grin. “I love the little gasps and moans you make. It’s like music to my ears, baby.”

I arch into their touch, begging for more silently.

Every point of contact with them feels electric, and I struggle to gather my thoughts. The sensations consume me, and it’s all I can seem to focus on.

Finn grips my hips, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. The touch unravels me, and my breath quickens. I clutch the furs beneath me, my fingers digging in.

“These thighs,” Finn murmurs reverently. “So juicy and soft. I love it when you wear dresses like this, and I can get a peek.”

He runs his tongue down my thigh, and I squirm in delight at the roughness of his touch. Every instinct tells me to surrender to these three werewolves, to let them claim me. I don’t fully understand what the ritual means, but at this point, I’m more than okay with it.

As Kane tilts my head to the side, he exposes my neck. His eyes glow with the same yellow light as the moon, wild and intense. As he gazes down at me, his lips curl into a devilish smile. And that’s when his sharp canines extend.

The sight of them floods me with panic.

“I thought you were lying about being a werewolf!” I shout, my eyes wide with horror.

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