Page 239 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

Her words only fuel the fire, and I lose myself in her, my hips pounding into hers as the bed creaks beneath us. But even as I bury myself in her warmth, something is missing. The bite has made the heat sharper, more intense, and I can feel it now—my body clenching, aching, needing something more.

My entrance clenches on nothing, the emptiness unbearable, and I let out a low, desperate whimper. My movements falter for a moment, my head dropping forward as I try to fight the instinct clawing its way to the surface.

But then I feel it—him.

Stone.

I don’t know when he moved closer, but I can feel him now, his presence looming just beyond the edge of the bed. His scent heady and overwhelming. It wraps around me, making my body tremble.

I glance over my shoulder, my breath hitching as my eyes lock onto his. He’s standing there, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. His amber eyes have gone dark, tortured, his jaw tight as he watches us. I can see the restraint in every line of his body, the way his hands are clenched into fists at his sides, the way his gaze flickers between me and Hailey.

“Stone,” I breathe, my voice cracking.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. But the tension in the air is suffocating. What’s left of our bond is weak, strangled, a pathetic whimper against the vibrant, undeniable mark Hailey put on me. My heart shatters. How could I have forgotten? The memory of our bond, before the accident, before the lies, hits me hard. So strong, so vibrant, a constant hum beneath my skin. It had been everything—connection, belonging,love. How had I convinced myself, all these years, that the faint echo remaining between us wasn’t a gaping wound, but a bridge? That we weren’t fractured, broken, but merely…bruised?

But the raw, agonizing truth is that they’re still tethered to me, woven into the very fabric of my being, a connection that refuses to be severed, even in my anger, even in my pain. And despite the hurt, the betrayal, the raw, gaping wound of their deception, a part of me—a large, desperate, aching part—still wants them. All of them. Hailey, Ren, Jax, Stone. Their scents, their touches, their love… It’s a need that burns beneath my anger, a hunger that even their lies can’t extinguish. They’re a part of me, whether I want them to be or not, and the thought, even now, sends a shiver of longing through me, a desperate yearning for a wholeness I fear I may never truly have.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

The word hangs in the air like a spark, and it’s all he needs.

Stone steps forward. His hands go to his pants, and I can see the way his fingers tremble as he unbuttons them, the way his chest heaves as he kicks them off.

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice low and rough.

I nod, my breath hitching as I bury myself in Hailey again, my hips rocking against hers. “Yes,” I rasp, my voice trembling. “Gods, yes. I need you, Stone. I need…I need more.”

He’s on the bed in an instant, his weight dipping the mattress as he kneels behind me. His hands are warm and steady as they slide over my hips, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“I’m going to take care of you, Finn,” he murmurs, that deep voice of his soft but firm. “I promise.”

I feel his lips against my lower back, his breath warm against my skin as he trails kisses down my spine. His hands grip my ass, spreading me open, and I let out a broken moan as his tongue flicks against my entrance.

“Fuck, Stone,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets as my body jerks at the sensation.

He doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, circling and teasing, coaxing me open as my hips rock against Hailey. The heat is unbearable now, every nerve ending sparking as he prepares me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me still. Beneath me, Hailey’s lips flutter against my chest, her tongue flicking over my skin before she finds my nipple. The sensation almost sends me over.

“You’re perfect,” Stone murmurs against my skin. “So fuckingperfect, Finn.”

I whimper, my body trembling as his tongue slides deeper, his fingers joining in to stretch me. The pressure, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of being filled—it’s too much, and not enough, all at once.

“Stone,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “I need you. Please. I need you inside me.”

He groans, the sound low and guttural, and I feel him shift behind me. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as the blunt tip of his cock presses against my entrance.

“Shit, Finn,” he breathes, voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

I glance back at him, my gray eyes meeting his golden ones, and I can see the guilt etched into his face.

“When the bond broke…” He pauses, his throat working as he swallows hard. “None of us knew what to do. The doctors said to keep things normal, to act like everything was fine. But we weren’t fine. We were fucking falling apart, and we didn’t know how to fix it. We shouldn’t have listened to them. We thought…we thought it was the right thing to do, but we shouldn’t have.”

I can feel his fingers tighten on my hips. “We never meant to hurt you, Finn. Not like this. Not ever.”

I shudder, my body torn between the fire of my heat and the storm raging inside my chest. His words echo in my mind—we never meant to hurt you. But they fucking did. They shattered me, left me alone in the wreckage while they carried on like nothing had happened. And now, he’s here, apologizing, asking for something I’m not sure I can give.

But gods, my body doesn’t care.

The heat is relentless, consuming, and all I can think about is how good I feel with Hailey beneath me and how empty I still am. My fists curl into the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I bury myself in her again, harder this time, a whine ripping from my throat.

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