Page 77 of Marking Mia

Slick runs down my legs, and I’m panting for another orgasm. I know he’s distracting me. He doesn’t want to answer my questions, so he’s giving me pleasure instead.

Pleasure builds as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, kissing down my lower back as he does. It feels like heaven, and I can’t help but get a small thrill out of trying something new sexually.

I climax hard. My whole body shudders, and I can feel the desire in my belly uncoiling. My entire body feels activated, and the pleasure coursing through me is like a drug, leaving me feeling hazy.

I pant and moan as I ride the waves of the orgasm. My pussy flutters, and slick coats my inner thighs.

Finn slips his fingers out of me and places one last kiss on my lower back. “You did so good for me, Mia.”

“You weren’t supposed to dirty me up too much,” I say with a playful smile as I roll onto my side to look at him.

I sigh contentedly in this moment. I will still get answers, but for now, I just want to ride this wave of pleasure. Finn wraps his arms around me, and I nestle into his chest.

After the massage, I go to get dressed. The pack had made sure to grab some clothes for me, and I sort through them as I plan my next move.

There’s no point in going to Finn or Jace anymore. They are fiercely loyal to Kane, and if he wants to stay close-lipped, so will they.

No, I need to go to Kane directly.

I slip into a black top, cream cardigan, and jeans. When I finish getting dressed, I glance at the full-length mirror by the door. I hardly recognize myself. With fluffy hair from intimacy and a flush on my face, I look so unfamiliar.

Ruffling my hair and straightening out my top, I smile at myself in the mirror. I feel like a new Mia, not the meek, sad woman they first brought into their home.

As I’m leaving, I take one last look at the room they’ve made for me. Every detail is perfect. They seem to know me so well. I just wish I knew them half as well.

The house is laid out almost like a maze. It’s hard to believe this place was built in the middle of a forest. It feels just like any house I might find in a residential area.

I eventually find Kane seated on the couch in the living room, gazing at a roaring fire in the hearth. He’s dressed in a different suit that looks equally expensive. His brow is furrowed, and he seems miles away.

For a moment, the beauty of the man distracts me. When he lets his guard down and shows what’s beneath the growly alpha, I can’t help but feel drawn to him.

Despite my lingering questions, I take a minute to watch him.

I don’t know what will happen when I ask my questions, but for right now, everything is still okay. I want to appreciate that for just a little while.

Eventually, I break free from my trance, determined to get answers. It takes a few moments to gather my courage, but I head into the living room. I settle onto the couch next to him, and he barely reacts at first. For the first few minutes, we sitin silence, both of our gazes locked on the crackling fire before us.

“Why did you call me an omega during the marking ritual?” I finally speak, my voice wavering a little.

Kane’s gaze shifts from the fire to me, his jaw clenched. I can tell he’s debating how much to say. He lets out a small sigh and turns to face me fully.

“Do you ever ask yourself why you have a particular scent?” Kane asks. “Like honey.”

He’s not the first one to point that out. Justin had noticed and noted that he hated honey. A few dates in high school had thought it was enticing. I had never really understood it. It always seems to overwhelm any deodorant or perfume I might be wearing.

I nod. “Yes.”

“You’re an omega. It means... basically it means you have werewolf blood running through your veins. But you won’t be able to shift like us.”

Horror steals my breath, and I leap up from the couch in shock. “This is a joke, right? You’re kidding.”

“Also, when you’re wet all the time around us. That’s called ‘slick’. You will always secrete that when horny.”

“What the hell?” I ask, breathing hard and already feeling my pussy throb at his words.

“Omegas are incredibly rare, making them highly sought after. They attract attention from other packs. You have attracted attention. We did all this to protect you.”

It takes a moment for the full weight of what he’s saying to hit me, but when it does, it’s like ice runs through my veins.

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