Page 243 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“Jax,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna…I can’t?—”

“Let go,” I murmur against him. “Come for me, Finn.”

It’s all he needs.

His hips jerk, his thighs trembling as he spills into my mouth, his release hot and salty on my tongue. I swallow every drop, groaning softly as I work him through it, my hands stroking his sides, grounding him even as his body trembles beneath me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his head falling back against the pillows as his chest heaves.

I let him slip from my mouth before I press a kiss to his hip, my fingers brushing over his thighs as I glance back at Stone and Hailey.

She’s coming apart beneath him, her body arching off the bed as his tongue moves faster, more insistent. Her cries fill the room, soft and breathless, and I can see the way her thighs clamp aroundhis head as she falls over the edge, her entire body trembling as her orgasm rips through her.

Stone doesn’t stop. He holds her through it, his hands sliding up her sides, his lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as her body relaxes beneath him.

For a moment, the room is quiet, the only sound the soft, uneven rhythm of our breathing.

Finn is still sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling, his gray eyes half-lidded as he gazes up at me. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, and his body is completely relaxed—spent, but not sated. Not yet.

And I know he feels it too. The pull. The need.

It’s the same hunger that’s been clawing at me ever since I realized he was going into heat. The same heat that burns low in my gut, demanding I take what’s mine.

“Finn,” I murmur.

His gaze flicks to mine, and I see it—the soft whimper on his lips, the subtle shift of his legs as his body moves instinctively, inviting me closer. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to.

He wants this.

He wantsme.

I crawl over him, my hands braced on either side of his head as I hover above him. His breath hitches, eyes darkening as his hands slide up my arms, his fingers gripping my biceps.

“You’re mine,” I rasp, my voice trembling with the weight of it. “Do you understand that, Finn? I’m not going to let anything get between us.”

He nods, his lips parting as a soft, desperate sound escapes him. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Yes.”

I don’t wait.

I kiss him hard, my lips crushing against his as I pour everything into it—my sorrow, my hunger, my love. He melts beneath me, his body arching up into mine, and I can feel the way hetrembles, the way his fingers dig into my skin as if he’s afraid I might pull away.

But I don’t. I won’t.

I trail kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing over the soft skin there, and he tilts his head back, baring his throat to me in a way that makes my cock throb so hard it brings pain. He’s submitting, offering himself to me, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from losing control.

But I don’t want him to turn over. I don’t want him on his knees.

I need to see him.

I sit back, patting my thigh. “Come here,” I command softly. Finn’s eyes darken as he understands, and the sight of him climbing into my lap, straddling me, makes my cock strain pulse so hard a line of thick precum escapes the tip. “I want to watch you,” I whisper, gripping his hips. “Want to see every expression on your face while you ride me.” The whimper that escapes him is pure sin, and when he positions himself to take me, I know this position was the right choice.

“Stay like this,” I murmur, voice low and rough as I press my forehead to his. My hands slide down his sides, gripping his hips as I settle him just above my tip.

His breath hitches, his gray eyes wide and glassy as he gazes up at me. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, his body trembling me, and I can see the way his lips part as he tries to speak but can’t find the words.

“Jax,” he whispers finally, his voice soft and trembling.

His breath stutters as I reach between us, gripping my cock and rubbing the tip at his entrance. The head of my cock presses against his tight heat, and I groan softly, the sensation of his slick and Stone’s spend on my tip almost making me see stars. My forehead drops to his as I push upward slowly.

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