Page 86 of Marking Mia

They can probably smell my arousal from a mile away.

“You okay back there, babe?” Jace asks from the passenger seat, twisting around to face me. His eyes dance with mischief, but there’s concern there, too. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

“I’mfine,” I lie, shifting uncomfortably on the seat beside Kane. “Just ready to be out of this car.”

“You sure that’s all it is? Not having flashbacks to last night when you lost it with Kane?” he teases.

“Shut up, Jace,” I mutter, avoiding Kane’s gaze.

“I gotta say,” Jace continues, ignoring my warning, “watching you stand up to our mighty pack leader was something else. You, barefoot in one of his old t-shirts, hair all wild, telling him exactly where he could shove his alpha bullshit.”

“Jace,” Kane growls, but there’s no real heat behind it.

“Our little omega finding her voice, challenging an alpha male three times her size without an ounce of fear? That shit is hot.”

A pulse of desire hits me so hard I have to bite back a moan. My panties are soaked now underneath my jean shorts, and the ache between my legs intensifies with every word from Jace’s mouth. I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to climb over the center console and straddle him right there, to feel his cock stretching me open while Kane watches.

“You’re such an ass,” I manage to say, but my voice comes out breathy and weak.

Jace’s nostrils flare, and I know he can smell what he’s doing to me. His grin widens, turning predatory. “You didn’t think so last night when I gave you a massage.”

The memory of his hot hands all over my body sends a sharp stab of need through my core. Heat spreads across my skin like wildfire, and suddenly, my clothes feel like sandpaper, scraping against nerves that have become too sensitive.

A cramp seizes my lower abdomen without warning, and I double over, clutching my belly with a startled cry.

“Shit,” I gasp, the pain mixing with pleasure in a confusing, overwhelming wave. “Something’s wrong.”

In the rearview mirror, Finn’s green eyes find mine, narrowing with concern. “Mia? Areyou alright?”

Another cramp hits, stronger this time, and I whimper. The sound isn’t entirely from pain—there’s a desperate, needy quality to it that embarrasses me. My body is betraying me again, turning agony into arousal in a way that can’t be natural.

“It’s her heat,” Kane says, his voice tight with worry. “It’s coming on faster than I expected.” He lays a hand on my thigh, the warmth seeping through the cloth.

Finn’s knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. “How far are we from home?”

“Thirty minutes,” Kane answers, his eyes studying my face. “Drive faster.”

I lean back against the seat, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pain and pleasure washes over me. It’s worse than last night—much worse. The need isn’t just emotional or mental now; it’s physical, my body demanding satisfaction with their knots.

“What’s happening to me?” I manage to ask between gritted teeth.

Kane’s hand moves from my thigh to my forehead, checking my temperature. “Your body is preparing itself. It’s natural, Mia. You’re going to be okay.”

“This doesn’t feel okay,” I choke out as another cramp twists my insides. “It feels like I’m dying.”

“We’re almost home,” Kane soothes, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Just hold on a little longer.”

Jace has turned fully in his seat now, his playful demeanor replaced with genuine concern. “Breathe, little omega. Deep breaths.”

He reaches back to rub circles on my shoulder, and even that innocent touch sends sparks skittering across my skin. I lean into his hand without thinking, desperate for more contact.

“Jace,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I need—I need?—”

“What do you need, baby?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave. “Tell me.”

“I need your cock inside me. Need you to fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name. Need you to fill me up and knot me until I’m screaming,” I say, the words tearing themselves from my throat, and skipping my brain entirely.

Shocked silence fills the car.

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