Page 238 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“Stone.” It comes out like a fucking whimper. Coupled with the fire in my veins, that only makes me more pissed.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. He just stands there, staring at us like he’s barely holding himself together.

I force myself to look away, my focus snapping back to Haileyas I carry her to the bed. My knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I lower her onto it, my hands braced on either side of her as I hover over her.

I can still feel Stone’s eyes on us, his presence heavy and suffocating, but I don’t care.

I can’t care.

This moment is about her.

Not him. Not Jax or Ren. Not the fucking bond.

Her.

“Hailey,” I murmur, my voice softer now as I brush a strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she looks at me like I’m the sun.

“Finn,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to cup my face.

I press my forehead against hers, my breath hitching as I feel the heat building between us again, hotter and more insistent than before. “I need you,” I rasp, my voice trembling. “I need all of you.”

“I’m yours,” she whispers, but her voice is steady. Sure. Surer than how I’m feeling.

I kiss her deeply, my hands sliding down her sides as I press my body against hers. My cock slides against her slick folds once more, and we both let out a soft moan at the contact.

“I want you to mark me,” I say suddenly, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.

Her brow furrows, confusion flickering across her face. “What?”

“I want you to make it official.” My voice is so low and raw the words sound strangled. “I want you to mark me, Hailey. Right here.” I tilt my head to the side, exposing the old mark on my neck—the one Jax and the others left when we first bonded. The one that doesn’t mean shit anymore.

Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she stares at the faded scar. “Finn, I…”

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I need this. I need you. Make me yours, Hailey. Fucking claim me.”

She hesitates for only a moment, her gaze shifting behind me—to Stone probably—before nodding. Her hands grip my shoulders as she pulls me closer. “Okay,” she whispers.

I push into her slowly, burying myself deep as she lets out a soft, shaky moan. Her body clenches around me, hot and wet and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it.

“Fuck, Hailey,” I groan, my hips rocking against hers. “You feel like heaven.”

Her hands slide around me, pulling me closer, taking me deeper inside her. I can feel the heat building low, swelling deep inside me.

“Do it,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her harder, deeper. “Mark me, Hailey. Make me yours.”

Hailey’s hands tighten on my shoulders, pulling me closer as her lips brush against my neck. Her breath is warm, shaky, and I can feel the hesitation in her touch. But when her lips part and her teeth sink into my skin, right over the faded scar, my entire world fucking shatters.

It’s like something explodes inside me, a wave of heat and pleasure so intense it feels like I’m being torn apart and put back together all at once. My body jerks, my cock buried inside her, and I let out a broken, guttural cry as the bite sends shockwaves rippling through me. Time fractures, space collapses, and all I can feel is her. Her scent, her body, her teeth sinking deeper into my neck as if she’s carving her name into me, claiming me as hers.

“Fuck, Hailey!” I gasp, my hips slamming into hers as I ride the crest of my orgasm. The pleasure crashes through me in wave after devastating wave, my entire body trembling as I empty myself inside her. My fingers dig into her thighs, my breath ragged and uneven as I bury my face in her neck, her name spilling from my lips like a prayer.

But it doesn’t stop.

The bite sends something else coursing through me, somethingdeeper. It’s like a fire igniting in my veins, feeding the heat that’s already consuming me, driving it higher, hotter. My body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking like fireworks, and I can feel my cock hardening inside her again almost instantly, the need roaring back to life with a vengeance.

I shift her higher on the bed, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her again, harder this time, the sound of her soft, breathless moans spurring me on. “Gods, Hailey.” My voice is so low and thick with lust that I sound like some demon. “I can’t stop. I need you. Fuck, I need you.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her legs locking around my waist as she arches against me. “I’m here,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear. “Take what you need, Finn. I’m yours.”

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