Page 237 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

It’s a struggle to pull myself from within her. I can’t take her again. Not so soon. I can’t be so selfish. I can’t.

Slowly, I lower her back to the floor, my arms still wrapped around her as I press my forehead against hers. Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven, the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, but it comes out hoarse, a shadow of the gentleness I’m aiming for.

She nods, her hands sliding up to cup my face. “Yeah,” she whispers, voice still trembling. “I’m okay.”

But I’m not.

The heat is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, and I can feel my body already begging for more. My hands tremble as I pull away slightly, my chest tightening as I look into her eyes.

I try to step away. Hailey doesn’t let me.

“Finn…”

Fuck.

“It’s not enough,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes tight. “Gods,Hailey…you’re helping, but I’m a hungry, selfish fool. And it’s not enough. I need more.” But I already knew that would be the case. Just some foolish part of me hoping willpower alone could chase this away.

Hailey’s brow furrows, her hands tightening on my chest. “Finn…”

“I know what I need,” I choke out, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “And I fucking hate it.”

Tears sting my eyes, and I turn away, pressing my forehead against the cold tile as I try to steady my breathing. The heat is relentless, clawing at me, and I can feel the bond—or what’s left of it—pulling me toward them. Toward Stone. Toward Jax. Toward…Ren.

And it’s killing me.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of my harsh breaths and the water hitting the tiles. Then, I feel her hands on me—soft, tentative, sliding across my back. Her touch is hesitant at first, but when I don’t pull away, she grows bolder, her palms smoothing over my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my spine.

“Hailey,” I growl. “What are you doing?” I want to pull away, to warn her that I’m exercising every last shred of my control by fucking her justonce, and that if I had my way, she’d be tied to that bed with my cock filling her again and again and again.

I want to warn her. I don’t.

“I’m helping you,” she whispers, her lips brushing against the wet skin along my spine.

A shiver runs through me, my body reacting to her touch despite the chaos raging in my head. Her kisses are soft, purposeful, trailing lower as her hands slide down my sides. I let out a low, guttural sound, my head pressing into the tile as my cock twitches, already hard again.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers curling against the wall. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She hums softly, her lips trailing along the curve of my spine,her hands sliding lower until her fingers brush over my hips. “I think I do,” she murmurs, her voice soft but filled with a quiet determination.

I spin around so fast the water sprays in every direction, and she lets out a startled gasp as I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me. Her hands splay against my chest, her cheeks flushed as she looks up at me, her lips slightly parted.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sunshine,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I press my forehead against hers. My erection presses against her stomach, hard and insistent, and I can feel her breath hitch as her hands slide up to grip my shoulders.

“I’m not afraid of you, Finn,” she whispers, her voice trembling but fierce.

I let out a low, dark laugh, my hands tightening on her hips as I lift her off the ground once more. “You fucking should be.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press my mouth to hers again, kissing her deeply as I carry her out of the bathroom. The water drips from our bodies, leaving a trail I couldn’t care less about as I make my way to the bedroom.

The moment I push the door open, I see him.

Stone.

He’s pacing near the window, his movements tense and sharp, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His scent hits me like a fucking freight train, stirring something wild and angry inside me.

He freezes the moment we step into the room, those amber eyes locking onto us. His gaze flicks between me and Hailey, lingering on the way her arms are wrapped around my neck, the way her legs are locked around my waist. His scent spikes, heavy and tortured, and I can see the strain in every line of his body.

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