Page 154 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

A soft whimper builds in my throat. I almost can’t take it. Can’t bear the sensation of them. The lightning in my veins. It’s intoxicating.

My movements become more desperate, my hips grinding against Stone’s thigh as I chase the pleasure that’s just out of reach. Stone’s purr deepens, his eyes locked on mine, and I can’t look away. In those amber eyes is a mix of desire and restraint warring in his gaze.

“Take it, Hailey,” he growls. “Fuck, yes. Take what you need.”

My hips buck against Stone’s thigh, a frantic rhythm driven by the raw need pulsing through me. The friction builds, the heat between my legs intensifying, a slick wetness coating my inner thighs. I’m vaguely aware of it, but the sensation is overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure coiling in my core.

Stone’s purr is a low rumble against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. He grips my hips, forcing me harder against him, and I cry out, my head thrown back, my body arching into his touch.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans. “Let it go. Let it all go.”

Finn’s arms tighten around me, his own arousal a hard pressure against my back. His hand finds mine, his fingers intertwining with mine, anchoring me as the pleasure builds, crests, and explodes.

A wave of pure, white-hot sensation washes over me, my body convulsing, muscles contracting. I cry out again, my voice lost in the symphony of our mingled breaths and growls. The world narrows to the feel of Stone’s hands on my hips, the comforting pressure of Finn behind me, and the thick scent of arousal in the air,

As the tremors wracking my body subside, they’re replaced by something I don’t expect. A blissful emptiness. I slump against Stone, my head resting on his shoulder, my breath coming in slow,shuddering gasps. The panic is gone, replaced by a languid warmth that spreads through my limbs.

Contentment.

I’m content.

But as my mind clears, something else becomes clear. There’s a dampness between my thighs. No. Not just dampness. I’m wearing Finn’s sweats and they’resoaked.

I shift slightly, looking in the space between me and Stone. For a moment, the shadows hide what’s there, but when the light of the screen changes, my eyes widen in horror.

Between my thighs is soaked. And not only that…but I soaked Stone, too.

Oh no. I don’t know how I manage to scramble off Stone’s lap, stumbling back. My gaze drops to the nest, to the dark stain spreading across Stone’s lap where I’d been sitting. And there, pushing against the stain, is a visible tent that throbs the longer I stare at it.

Stone looks up at me, eyes dazed, his chest heaving. His pupils are blown wide, throat working as he swallows hard. He looks…wrecked. Struggling for control. Beside him, Finn sits frozen, eyes wide, his breath coming in short pants.

“I…I’m so sorry,” I stammer, cheeks burning. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…”

Finn clears his throat, but when he speaks, his voice is like gravel. “Stone…”

Stone blinks, as if just now realizing the state he’s in. He glances down at his soaked lap, then back at me. He looks pained. Teeth clenched, he looks nothing like the controlled alpha I’m used to seeing.

“It’s…it’s okay,” he manages, but his voice is strained. He tries to stand, but staggers instead. He sways, catching himself on the edge of the nest as his breaths come hard. But with each inhalation, he seems to groan.

Finn reaches out, steadying him. “Go,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “Go deal with it.”

My breaths stutter from my chest, every nerve ending at the surface of my skin sending residual tingles through my frame after what we just shared. But amidst all that, is the almost overwhelming sensation of horror as my gaze drops to the wetness that soaked through my clothing.

I don’t even realize I’ve moved.

I slam the bathroom door behind me, fingers trembling as I turn the lock. My breath comes in short, panicked gasps as I press my back against the cool wood and slide down to sit on the floor. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.

My cheeks are ablaze. I can’t believe I…that I just…

“I peed on him,” I whisper in horror, the words barely a breath in the quiet bathroom. “I actually peed on him.”

Had I become so lost in the sensations that I lost control of my bladder?

The mortification is complete. Total. I want to sink through the floor and disappear forever. Stone has been nothing but kind to me—feeding me, comforting me, making me feel safe for the first time in forever—and how do I repay him? By losing control of my bladder while, oh God, whilegrindingmy pussy on his thigh.

My hands come up to cover my face as the memory of what just happened crashes over me. The way he’d held me. How his skin had tasted underneath my tongue…the words he’d said. The heat that had flooded through me the more he encouraged me to ‘take what I need’.

No. No no no. I can’t think about that. Can’t let myself remember how good it felt, how right, how much I’d wanted him to continue.

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