Page 165 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“Hailey,” I whisper hoarsely, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flutter open, dazed and full of trust, and my chest tightens at the sight. I hold her gaze, my hand cradling her face. “This might hurt a little,” I warn, my voice gentle. “But I promise, it’ll feel so good after. Trust me?”

She nods, her body softening beneath me, surrendering completely. I lean down, capturing her lips in a kiss, pouring every ounce of care and reverence I have into it. And then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, I bury myself inside her, claiming her completely.

She cries out, her nails digging into my skin as her body tenses, gripping me like a vice. I still, barely holding on to my control, my cock pulsing inside her as I let her adjust. “Shh,” I whisper, brushing gentle kisses over her temple, her cheek. “You did so well, sweetheart. So fucking well. You feel incredible.”

Her breath shudders, her body slowly relaxing around me, and I can feel the tension easing from her limbs. Her walls flutter around me, soft and inviting, and I clench my jaw to keep from losing it.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “God, you’re amazing, Hailey. So perfect. So beautiful.”

I pull back slightly, the drag of her heat almost unbearable, before sliding back in. Her body takes me deeper, and I start to move, slow and controlled, letting her feel every inch of me. Her moans grow louder, her hips rising to meet mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders as if she can’t get close enough.

“Finn,” she gasps, her head falling back, her voice breathless and raw. “You feel…Gods, you feel so good.”

I groan, my rhythm quickening as her body moves with mine, so tight and wet and eager that it’s driving me insane. “That’s it, sweetheart,” I pant, my voice strained. “Feel me. Feel how perfect we are together.”

Her moans turn to cries, her body writhing beneath me, and I know she’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls clench around me, in the way her breath catches with every thrust. I lean down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard as my hips drive deeper. She cries out, her body arching, her thighs trembling as her orgasm crashes over her.

I don’t stop. I ride the waves with her, my hips moving faster, chasing my own release as she shatters around me. Her walls grip me, pulsing, pulling me deeper, and the pressure builds until it’s unbearable.

“Hailey,” I groan, my voice breaking as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My cock pulses deep inside her, spilling into her as my body shudders with the force of it.

When it’s over, I collapse on top of her, my face buried in the crook of her neck, her scent surrounding me. My heart pounds against hers, our bodies tangled together, and I know I’ll never want to leave this moment. This is where I belong.

Here, with Hailey. Forever.

Too bad forever is a lie I can’t afford to believe in.

Chapter 40

Stone

The sounds coming from the nest are unbearable.

I press my forehead against the cool wood of my bedroom door, my fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. My chest heaves with every ragged breath, my body locked in a battle I’ve never fought before—not like this. The scent of Hailey’s pre-heat is everywhere, saturating the air, clinging to my skin, seeping into my lungs with every inhalation.

It’s pure torment.

My instincts are screaming at me to go to her. To tear through the door and take what’s mine. To bury myself inside her, soothe her, claim her,knother. My body knows she’s an omega in need. My body knows I’m the alpha who can give her the relief she’s begging for.

My body doesn’t care about the promises I’ve made.

I grit my teeth, my jaw aching from the constant tension. The low, desperate moans filtering through the thin walls are like a blade slicing through me. I can hear every gasp, every whimper, every wet, slick sound of Finn’s cock sliding into her.

Fuck.

I shouldn’t be able to hear this. I shouldn’t want to hear this.But I can’t block it out. Every sound goes straight to my cock. It lies thick and heavy, throbbing against the confines of my sweats. The fabric is soaked with pre-cum, the slightest shift of my hips sending another wave of agonizing pleasure-pain through me.

I shouldn’t get hard like this. Not without relief. Not without her.

The scent of her slick is sweet, musky, intoxicating. It hits me again, and my knees nearly buckle. My stomach twists, my hands shaking as I force myself to stay upright. My chest feels tight, my skin burning, as though her heat has infected me, too.

“Finn…” Her voice, high and broken with need, filters through the door. I bite down on a growl, my forehead slamming harder against the wood. The force rattles the frame, but the pain isn’t enough to ground me.

I can hear Finn murmuring something to her, his tone low and soothing, but I can’t make out the words. I don’t need to. I know what he’s doing. I can picture it in vivid, agonizing detail—his hands on her soft curves, his mouth on her skin, his cock buried deep inside her. And him talking her through it, just like Jax would do for him.

Fuck.

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