Page 98 of Marking Mia

Just as the final tremors begin to subside, Jace’s rhythm changes and becomes more erratic. His fingers dig harder into my hip, and I can feel his cock swelling inside me, the base thickening as his knot begins to form.

“Going to knot you,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Going to fill this sweet pussy with my cum. Would you like that, little omega? Want me to pump you full?”

“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with how much I mean it. “Please, Jace. Give me your knot.”

His pace increases, each thrust harder than the last, his fingers still working my oversensitive clit. The dual stimulation, combined with the growing pressure of his knot catchingon my entrance with each thrust, sends me spiraling toward another climax.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Jace growls, shoving forward one last time, his knot pushing past my entrance and locking inside me as his cock pulses, hot spurts of cum filling me to overflowing.

The feeling of his knot stretching me wide, of his seed flooding my womb, triggers my second orgasm. I convulse around him, walls milking his cock for every drop.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest, his nose nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. We’re locked together, his knot ensuring that not a drop of his seed escapes, that it all stays deep inside where it might take root, might grow into the pups Kane is so eager for.

The thought should terrify me, but in the hazy afterglow of pleasure, with the pain of my heat temporarily soothed, it feels right. Natural. Inevitable.

“Better?” Jace murmurs against my hair, his hand splayed possessively over my lower belly.

“Mmm,” I hum, boneless with satisfaction to form proper words. The burning fever of my heat has receded, leaving me warm and content in his arms.

“Good,” he says, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my shoulder. “Sleep now. I’ll stay inside you until my knot goes down. Keep you nice and full.”

I nestle deeper into his embrace, savoring the feeling of our intimate connection. My eyes grow heavy, the combination of satisfaction and exhaustion pulling me toward sleep.

I stir awake, stretching languidly in the nest of furs, a smile forming on my lips before I even open my eyes.

My body aches in delicious ways—my pussy still tender from Jace’s thorough attention, my ass bearing the lingeringsensation of his exploring fingers. The memory of his knot locking inside me, filling me with his seed, sends a pleasant shiver through my sated body.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar metallic scent tickles my nostrils, sharp and out of place among the usual musk of sex and alpha pheromones that permeate our shared space.

Confused by the sharp smell, I open my eyes, instantly alert.

The scent is strange yet somehow familiar—coppery and rich, with an underlying sourness that makes my newly sensitive nose wrinkle in distaste. I turn my head to see Kane and Jace still sleeping soundly on either side of me. Kane’s arm is possessively draped over my waist, his breath steady against my neck, while Jace has rolled onto his stomach, face buried in a pillow, his sandy hair a tousled mess.

The metallic smell is coming from elsewhere.

Carefully, I extract myself from Kane’s hold, wincing slightly as I slide out from beneath his heavy arm. My thighs are sticky with the dried evidence of last night’s activities, and my muscles protest with each movement.

I pad across the cool hardwood floor, naked, following the odd scent that grows stronger with each step. It leads me down the hallway toward the living room, where early morning sunlight streams through the large windows, painting golden rectangles across the floor.

Finn is sprawled across the couch, one arm dangling toward the floor, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. He’s fully clothed, but his dark shirt and jeans are stained with what can only be blood—matted patches of rusty brown covering most of his torso, splattered across his neck and face, and caked beneath his fingernails. There is so much blood that it seems impossible it could have come from just one person.

I gasp, my hand flying to cover my noseand mouth, not only from the overwhelming metallic stench but also from shock at the sight before me.

Finn’s eyes snap open immediately, alert despite his apparent exhaustion. He blinks once, focusing his gaze on me, and a slow, lopsided grin spreads across his blood-streaked face.

“Good morning, omega,” he drawls, his voice rough with sleep yet still carrying that quiet intensity that never quite leaves him. “You’re up early, baby.”

“Are you hurt?” I managed to ask, the words coming out strangled and high-pitched. “What happened to you? There’s so much blood...”

Finn glances down at himself as if just noticing his gory state. He stretches, muscles rippling beneath his blood-stained clothing, completely unconcerned.

“Not mine,” he says, and then his eyes rake over my naked form with undisguised appreciation. “Quite a sight to wake up to. Maybe I should shower quickly, and we could...”

The casual way he dismisses the blood, not his blood, but someone else’s blood, sends ice water through my veins. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly aware of my nakedness, feeling exposed in ways that have nothing to do with my lack of clothing.

“Whose blood is it?” I ask, already dreading the answer. “Finn, what did you do?”

He sits up, swinging his long legs to the floor, wincing slightly as if sore from exertion.

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