Page 242 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“Shh,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his stomach. “Don’t worry about anything right now, baby. I’m here. I’ll make it better.”

I move lower, my hands sliding down his sides as I settle between his legs. His cock is still hard, flushed and leaking, and I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him slowly as I take him into my mouth.

Just the taste of him and my eyes roll over with the groan that vibrates in my throat.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hands tangling in my hair as his hips jerk against me.

I hum around him, my tongue swirling over the head of his cock as I take him deeper, my free hand sliding down to cup his balls. His thighs tremble beneath me, his breath stuttering as I work him with my mouth, my tongue, my hands.

Every sound he makes, every shudder of his body, every broken whimper that spills from his lips—it’s all mine.

And I’ll give him everything.

Because he’s mine.

They both are.

Finn’s moans are soft, desperate little sounds as I work him, his fingers tangling in my hair and tugging just enough to send sparks of pleasure dancing along my skin. He’s so fucking responsive, every pull of my lips, every swirl of my tongue making his body tremble beneath me.

But even as I’m focused on Finn, I can’t ignore Hailey.

I can fuckingtasteher on him.

Her scent is everywhere—sweet and sharp, laced with the undeniable tang of heat—and I can hear the way her breath hitches, the soft, needy noises she makes as she shifts beside us. She’swatching us, her brown eyes blown wide with arousal, and it’s clear she’s not done. Not even close.

And neither is Stone.

I glance up briefly, catching the way he moves toward her, his eyes locked on her like some predator. He’s always been like this—soft and steady, but with a hunger that burns just beneath the surface.

He touches her like she might break, his large hands sliding over her thighs, spreading her open as he settles between her legs. Her breath hitches, her head tipping back as her hips shift instinctively, seeking more.

“Stone…” she whispers, eyes wide.

His name is a plea, and he answers it the only way he knows how.

I watch as he leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before trailing his lips higher, closer. His hands grip her hips, holding her steady as he buries his face between her legs, his tongue dragging up her slit in one long, deliberate stroke.

The sound she makes—a soft, high-pitched gasp—sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.

“Fuck,” I murmur over Finn’s cock, my lips brushing against his flushed skin as I pull off him briefly. My hand wraps around his length, stroking him slowly as I glance down at him. His gray eyes are heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and his lips are parted as he gasps for breath.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I tell him, though I’m not sure he can understand the words with my voice so low and rough. “So fucking beautiful, Finn.”

He whimpers, his hips jerking into my hand, and I lean down again, taking him back into my mouth. I hum around him, my tongue swirling over the head of his cock as my hand moves lower, gripping his cheeks and pushing him up to me.

The bed shifts beneath us, and I glance up again, my gaze flicking to Stone and Hailey.

He’s got her writhing now, his tongue working her clit in slow circles that make her thighs tremble. Her hands are in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as her hips rock against his mouth, chasing the pleasure he’s giving her.

“Stone…oh, gods,” she whimpers, voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He never fucking does.

I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers dig into her hips as if he’s trying to hold himself back. But it’s not enough. He’s hungry for her, desperate to give her everything, and I can feel the heat rolling off him, mixing with hers and Finn’s and mine until it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

Finn moans beneath me, his body arching off the bed as I take him deeper, and I feel his cock twitch against my tongue. He’s close—so fucking close—and I want to see him fall apart.

I grip his thighs, holding him steady as I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, my tongue dragging along the underside of his length in a way that has him crying out, his hands tightening in my hair.

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