Page 96 of Marking Mia

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Mia

Iwake in the middle of the night with a gasp.

The pain from my heat has returned, coursing through my veins like fire. The familiar cramping twists low in my belly, more insistent than before. I gasp, clutching the furs of my nest with white-knuckled hands. My skin feels too tight, too hot, too sensitive against the soft bedding beneath me. Through tear-blurred vision, I notice a pair of amber eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Jace,” I whimper, recognizing those eyes immediately. The pain intensifies, making me curl inward, my thighs pressing together to ease the emptiness between them.

He shifts in the shadows, moving closer until the faint moonlight filtering through the window catches his features —the sharp angle of his jaw, the fullness of his lips, curled into a knowing smile. His naked chest gleams like polished bronze, muscles rippling with each subtle movement.

“I can smell your heat from across the room, little omega,” he says, his voice low enough not to wake Kane, who sleeps somewhere nearby in our shared nest. Finn still hasn’t returned to the house, but I’m in too much pain to worryright now. “It woke me from a dead sleep. Your sweet honey scent is hard to ignore.”

Another cramp seizes me, and I can’t hold back a low moan.

“It hurts,” I admit, hating the weakness in my voice.

“Do you need relief, sweet thing?” asks Jace, his eyes flashing brighter in the pitch dark.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need... I need you, Jace. It burns so much.”

“I need you too, pretty lady,” he purrs, the praise washing over me like warm honey. “Now, spread those pretty thighs for me. Let me see how wet you are.”

I hesitate, still not fully accustomed to how easily he commands my body and how readily it responds to him. But another cramp twists my insides, sharper than before, and my resistance crumbles. I kick at the sheets covering me, suddenly desperate to be free of them. The fabric feels like sandpaper against my hypersensitive skin. Every touch is torment and not enough.

“Too hot,” I gasp, flinging the last of the covers aside, leaving me naked and exposed to his hungry gaze.

Jace draws in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring as he scents my arousal.

“Wow,” he groans, looking at my pussy with delight. “Already soaked for me. Your pretty pussy is practically dripping with slick and begging to be filled.”

He’s right. I can feel the wetness coating my inner thighs, embarrassingly abundant. My nipples have hardened into painful peaks, and the empty ache between my legs intensifies with each passing second. I squirm under his scrutiny, both wanting to hide and desperate for him to touch me.

Jace approaches the nest with predatory grace, muscles bunching and flowing beneath his skin with each measured step. He reminds me of the wolf I now know lives beneath hishuman facade—patient, dangerous, utterly focused on his prey. Me.

“Turn over,” he commands softly when he reaches the edge of the nest. “Hands and knees, ass up. Show me where you need me most.”

Despite the haze of need clouding my mind, a flash of embarrassment cuts through.

“I just bathed with Kane last night,” I protest weakly, remembering how Kane had washed every inch of me with such tender care, his strong hands soapy and gentle on my skin. “I’ll get all messy again.”

Jace’s laugh is low and darkly amused. “Oh, baby. Getting you messy is exactly what I’m planning to do.” His eyes gleam with wicked intent. “Now be a good omega and present for me.”

The idea of enduring this burning need without relief is unthinkable. I scramble to obey, rolling onto my stomach and pushing myself up on trembling arms, knees spread wide, ass raised high.

“Like this?” I ask, my voice small and uncertain.

“Perfect,” Jace growls, the single word dripping with approval. “Such a beautiful sight. Your sweet cunt glistening in the dark. I can see it with my perfect vision in the dark.”

The sound of his voice has my pussy clenching on nothing, another gush of slick sliding down my thighs. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. I drop my head between my shoulders, unable to watch as Jace kneels behind me, his hands suddenly gripping my ass cheeks.

“I’m dripping for you, Jace,” I whisper.

“You most definitely are,” he says, thumbs spreading my ass cheeks wider, exposing me completely to his gaze. “You smell like honey and sex. And completely ours.”

Suddenly, his tongue is on my pussy, lapping at myentrance and collecting the abundant slick that has gathered there. I cry out at the sudden contact.

It feels so good, and I raise my ass higher for him.

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