Page 66 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

Omega.

My head snaps up, nostrils flaring as I stare at the closed door. That’s impossible. But there it is—Finn’s sage-and-rain scent, tangled with something else. Something that makes my instincts surge with recognition.

She’s not in the forest.

She’s here.

In our house.

With our omega.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, and for the first time in two and a half years, I feel something shift in my chest—not quite hope, not quite fear, but something vast and unknowable that threatens to overwhelm everything I thought I understood about our pack.

Chapter 21

Finn

Consciousness comes slowly, like swimming up through warm honey. My body feels heavy, relaxed in a way I haven’t experienced in…I can’t even remember how long. Usually, sleep is ‘meh’, broken by nightmares or the constant awareness of being alone. But this time, I feel wrapped in warmth and comfort.

A soft sigh escapes me as I register the weight against my chest, the silken strands of hair tickling my nose. Hailey. Her scent fills my lungs with each breath—sweet vanilla and honey, now perfectly blended with my sage and rain. We’ve been perfuming in our sleep, our scents mingling in that instinctive way omegas do when they feel safe. Content.

She fits perfectly against me, her smaller frame tucked into the curve of my body like she was made to be there. My arm is draped over her waist, holding her close, and her fingers are laced with mine even in sleep. The intimacy of it makes some deep part of me ache with such longing I almost make a sound.

I can’t remember the last time I felt this…peaceful. This right.

A small sound escapes her—not quite a whimper, butsomething soft and vulnerable—and she presses back against me, seeking warmth. That’s when several realizations hit me at once.

First, the towel I’d been wearing when I invited her into my nest has come loose during the night. I’m naked. Completely naked.

Second, and far more mortifying, I’m hard. Achingly hard, and pressed right against the curve of her ass.

Oh. My god.

Horror floods through me as I become hyper-aware of every point of contact between us. She’s still wearing my clothes—the sweater and sweats I gave her—but they’re thin, and I can feel every soft curve molded against me. The swell of her hip under my palm, the delicate arch of her spine against my chest, the way her thighs align with mine…

Slick oozes from my tip and I try to arch away before it soaks her sweats.

I need to move. Now. Before she wakes up and realizes what a complete creep I am.

But when I try to shift away, she makes that sound again—that soft, needy sound that would bring an alpha to his knees. Except, it’s my knees that are buckling. When she grips my hand tighter and her scent spikes with contentment, with trust, my throat tightens with some emotion I can’t name.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

She feelssafewith me. The thought makes something fierce and protective swell in my chest, warring with my embarrassment. I pull in a deep breath of air and nearly groan out loud.

Herscent.

Good God. Her scent makes more slick ooze from my tip. Horror fills me as I arch back enough to see the bead swell before sliding down my shaft. I’m nowhere near going into heat. My cycles are pretty fucking regular and I’m not due for another three weeks. Sowhy…

Wide eyes shift back to the omega in my nest, my heart beatingharder with every minute. It’s her scent. It has to be. Even now, every breath I take pushes a pulse straight through my cock.

What in the fuck?

I’ve never been turned on by another omega before. Frankly, most of those bitches make me sick. Alphas are the only ones that can get a reaction from me like this and since I’ve found my pack, only Jax, Stone, and Ren have been able to get me worked up in any way.

So how is an omega…?

I stretch for my phone again and a little whimper escapes Hailey’s lips. She presses back into me and I freeze so hard I might as well be stone. Ha. I’d laugh at the pun if I wasn’t suddenly so terrified.

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