Page 192 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

My thighs press together, my body reacting before my mind can catch up, and a soft gasp slips from my lips before I can stop it. The sharp, earthy musk of him is intoxicating, wrapping around me like a cocoon, and I close my eyes, letting it settle over me.

When I open them again, Stone’s gaze is locked on mine.

He doesn’t look away this time.

His amber eyes burn with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs. His chest is rising and falling a little faster now, the controlled breaths from earlier slipping just slightly. I can’t help but notice the way his muscles tense, the way his lips part like he’s about to say something but holds back.

Finn shifts beside me, his shoulder brushing mine as he glances between us. He leans closer, his voice low enough that only I should be able to hear.

“I think she likes it,” Finn whispers, his tone teasing but warm.

Stone’s gaze doesn’t waver. If anything, the heat in his eyes deepens, darkens, and when he speaks, his voice is low and rough, laced with something possessive that makes my stomach flip.

“Good,” he says simply.

The single word—Good—settles over me like a command, sinking into my skin and wrapping around my chest. It’s not just the sound of it; it’s the weight behind it, the raw, unfiltered want in his voice that makes my body tremble.

My thighs clench again, instinctive and uncontrollable, the ache low in my belly flaring hotter. It’s impossible to ignore the way he notices, the way his nostrils flare slightly as though he can scent the shift in me, the quiet need I can’t fully hide.

And then I see it.

The thick ridge of his cock straining against the front of his sweatpants. It twitches sharply, the fabric jerking again as though it’s barely containing him. The stretch of the fabric is extensive and the sheer size of him sends a rush of heat straight to my core. My pulse pounds so loudly in my ears that I almost miss the low sound that rumbles from his chest.

It’s not quite a growl, but it’s close.

The deep, primal noise vibrates through the air, and my body reacts before my mind does. My thighs press together harder, myfingers tightening on the shirt as a soft, involuntary whimper escapes my lips.

Stone’s amber eyes seem like they burn liquid gold, and for a moment, the weight of his gaze makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire. But then his focus shifts—slowly, deliberately—and his attention settles on Finn.

The change is subtle at first, but it’s enough to make the room feel smaller, the tension sharper. Finn is quiet beside me, but I can see the way his body stiffens, his gaze flicking to Stone with a mixture of wariness and something deeper.

Stone leans forward slightly, his massive frame looming closer, and his gaze softens—not enough to lose its intensity, but enough to make my pulse still hammer with the weight of it.

“You feel it too,” he says, his voice low and rough, but it’s not directed at me.

Finn doesn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightens, and I can see the way his hands curl slightly into fists on his thighs as he fights whatever this is. But the tension between them is almost suffocating, and I feel like an intruder in a moment that isn’t entirely mine.

When Finn finally speaks, his voice is quieter than I expect, but there’s an edge to it that cuts through the air like a blade. “Don’t act like this changes anything.”

Stone exhales slowly, his nostrils flaring as though he’s forcing himself to stay calm. “It changes everything,” he murmurs, his tone steady but firm. “You know it does.”

Finn’s lips press into a thin line, and his gaze flicks away, but not before I catch the faintest hint of color creeping up his neck again.

Stone shifts closer, his hand moving to rest on the edge of the nest near Finn’s knee. The motion is deliberate, and the sheer size of him next to Finn makes him seem even larger, more imposing.

“You’re still mine,” Stone says quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “No matter how much you try to push me away.”

Finn’s breath catches, and I see his fingers twitch slightly, like he’s fighting the urge to reach out.

“I’m not—” Finn starts, but the words falter, and his shoulders slump just slightly, the tension in his body bleeding out like a balloon losing air.

Stone takes the opening, his hand moving just a fraction closer, his thumb brushing against Finn’s knee. The touch is barely there, but the way Finn freezes makes it feel monumental.

“You don’t have to forgive me yet,” Stone says softly, his voice so low it feels like a rumble in my chest. “But you can’t deny this. Us.”

Finn’s eyes close briefly, and when he opens them again, there’s something raw and vulnerable in his expression that makes my throat tighten.

“You’re such a bastard,” Finn mutters, but there’s no heat behind the words. His hand moves, hesitating for a moment before finally resting over Stone’s, his fingers curling just slightly to hold him in place.

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