Page 163 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

Her eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine. There’s a fire in them now, a fierce determination that makes my heart soar. “I’m sure,” she says, her voice stronger now, more confident. “I’m yours, Finn. All yours.”

My control shatters.

I slip my arms beneath her, cradling her against my chest as I lift her from the cool water. Hailey gasps, clinging to my shoulders, her slick body pressing against mine. Her nipples are tight peaks, dragging against the damp fabric of my shirt, and fuck, that nearly undoes me.

“You’re burning up,” I murmur against her temple, my lips ghosting over her skin. “Let’s get you into the nest.”

Her shivering fingers clutch at the back of my neck, her body pliant in my arms. The scent of her need is thick, dizzying, like liquid gold dripping into my bloodstream. My throat is dry, my body aching with the heat rolling off her in waves.

As I carry her through the doorway, my gut tightens. The door to the nest room is closed.

Not just closed—shut firmly. Locked.

Stone.

He’s still struggling. Still trying to do the right thing by Hailey, even if his body is screaming for her.

Hailey stirs in my arms, her body shifting, soft thighs rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the unbearable ache. I know that feeling. My cock throbs in empathy.

“Finn…” Her voice is breathless, needy. “Please.”

I exhale slowly, adjusting my grip on her. “It’s alright, sunshine.”

I set her down gently in the nest, watching as she sprawls across my blankets, her flushed skin glowing in the low light.

She’s stunning. Absolute perfection.

I kneel above her, my hands braced on either side of her form, caging her in. My breath is unsteady, my vision tunneling as I drinkher in—the way her chest rises and falls with anticipation, the way her thighs quiver at the nearness of my weight.

“I need…” she whispers. Me. She needs me. It’s enough to make me throb.

I cup her jaw, my thumb brushing against her lower lip. “You have me,” I promise. Leaning in, I press a reverent kiss to her mouth. “You’ve always had me.”

She whimpers into the kiss, her body arching, legs parting for me. My hands roam lower, tracing the slope of her waist, her ribs, down to the soft flesh of her thighs. Her breath hitches as I spread her beneath me, my fingers pressing into the heat between her legs.

“So wet for me,” I murmur, my forehead resting against hers as I stroke through her slick folds. “So perfect.”

She moans, her nails sinking into my arms.

Outside, Stone lets out a low, agonized groan.

But we’re beyond stopping now.

My lips close on hers, demanding, but she gives me it all. Doesn’t close up on me. Opens herself. My lips trail down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. Finally, breath heaving, I sit back on my heels, my hands going to the hem of my shirt. In one fluid motion, I pull it off, baring my chest to her hungry gaze. Her eyes rove over me, taking in every inch of skin, every scar.

My scars…

I never did think about how they might look to her. I don’t want to scare her, especially not now. I don’t want to make her feel sorry?—

When her tongue darts out to wet her lips, my thoughts shatter. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. I stand, my hands going to my sweatpants. I push them down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, but there’s no fear in her gaze. Only heat. Only need.

I climb back onto the bed, settling between her thighs. Her legs part wider for me, her hips tilting up in invitation. I lean down, mylips pressing against her stomach, her hips, her inner thighs. She’s trembling, her skin hot and damp with sweat, but the scent of her arousal is even stronger now. Thick and sweet. I’m desperate to taste her.

I lower my head, my breath ghosting over her inner thigh, and I hear her sharp intake of breath. My tongue darts out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along her soft skin. She gasps, her body jerking as if my touch is electric. I let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling against her sensitive flesh.

“Easy, sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips brushing her thigh. I press a kiss there, soft and reverent. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

And then I’m there, exactly where I’ve wanted to be, my mouth brushing over her slick folds. I groan at the taste of her, rich and intoxicating, like honey and salt and pure omega need. My tongue slides against her, parting her slowly, savoring every inch of her.

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