Page 166 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

My cock jerks at the thought, a fresh wave of pre-cum soaking through my sweats. I can feel the wetness against my thigh, sticky and hot, and I want to tear my clothes off. I want to run, to escape the scent and the sounds and the fucking need clawing at me from the inside out.

But I can’t move.

I’m rooted in place, helpless to do anything but listen as Hailey cries out again, her voice breaking on Finn’s name.

“Finn…”

It’s a plea. A whimper. And it shatters me.

I slam my fist into the doorframe, the wood cracking under the force. The pain radiates up my arm, but it’s not enough. Nothing isenough. The primal part of me—the part that lives to protect and provide for my omega—is raging in frustration.

She needs me.

But I can’t go to her.

Because she’s not mine.

Not yet.

I’m shaking as I tear myself away from the door, my legs unsteady, my cock straining painfully against the fabric of my sweats. Every step feels like a battle, my body screaming at me to turn back, to claim what’s mine, to make her scream my name, too.

But I don’t.

Instead, I grab my jacket and shove my feet into my boots, my movements clumsy and jerky. The frosty night air is the only thing that might save me now.

I stumble out the front door and into the darkness, the sound of Hailey’s cries still ringing in my ears. The chill hits me immediately, but it’s not enough to cut through the heat raging inside me.

I start to run.

The gravel crunches under my boots as I push myself forward, my breath coming in harsh gasps. The cold sears my lungs, but it’s a welcome pain, a distraction from the fire burning through my veins. My muscles scream in protest, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

The scent of her slick still clings to my skin, a constant reminder of what I can’t have. I can taste it on the back of my tongue, so fucking sweet and addictive, and it makes my cock throb harder.

I growl low in my throat. My body feels like it’s not my own. Even while running, the pressure in my cock isunbearable. My balls are aching, heavier and fuller than they’ve been in weeks, and I can feel that insistent pressure at the base of my cock that pushes some part of my brain to turn back and knot the sweet little omega crying out in our nest. Then there’s the slickness of pre-cum dripping down my shaft, soaking through my sweats, smearing againstmy thighs with every step. It’s humiliating, degrading, and I fucking hate it.

I veer off the gravel path and into the woods, the branches clawing at my skin, the uneven ground threatening to trip me up. But I don’t care. I need to run. I need to burn this out of me.

The cold bites at my skin, the wind cutting through my jacket, but it’s not enough. I’m still hard, still aching, still desperate. My cock feels like it’s going to split open, the need for release a constant, throbbing agony.

I stumble to a stop near the edge of a small clearing, my chest heaving, my body trembling with exhaustion and need. For a moment, I think about stripping down and letting the cold air bite at my skin—anything to shock my body into submission. But I know it won’t be enough. The fire burning inside me isn’t something the cold can extinguish.

Hailey’s scent is still in my nose, her cries still echoing in my ears. It’s like I can feel her under my skin, her heat wrapping around me, pulling me back toward the house, back toward her. My body doesn’t care that I’m out here, trying to run from the inferno. It knows where she is.

I slam my fist into the nearest tree, the bark scraping the skin off my knuckles. The sharp pain is grounding, for a moment, but not nearly enough. My cock is still throbbing,leaking, every nerve in my body still screaming for her.

What’s worse, it’s screaming for Finn, too. I want to fucking knot themboth.

I let out a low growl, my breath fogging in the frigid air, and force myself to keep moving. I can’t stay here. I can’t go back to the house. So I push forward, making my way toward the driveway.

The gravel crunches under my boots as I stumble out of the woods and onto the long stretch of road that leads from the house. My legs are heavy, my chest tight, but I keep walking, putting as much distance as I can between myself and that fucking nest.

I stop near the end of the drive, my hands braced on my knees as I try to catch my breath. But my cock is still swollen, still aching, the fire in my veins refusing to die down.

I have no clue where the fuck Ren went off to—don’t fucking care at the moment—but I should at least warn Jax. We’ve been stupid. Should have prepared for this. But none of Finn’s pre-heat fevers were ever like this. Pre-heat usually involved his favorite things, nest building, and maybe a nice slow fuck if he wanted it.

Not this. This all-consuming need.

I close my eyes, letting out a ragged breath, and try to focus on the sounds around me—the rustling of the trees, the distant hoot of an owl, the crunch of gravel under tires?—

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