Page 205 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

The room fills with the soft rustle of fabric and the hitch of breaths as we slowly strip away the barriers between us. Each brush of skin against skin sends tingles racing through me, asymphony of sensation that builds with every touch. Stone’s fingers trace the curve of my spine now, his touch firm and sure as he unhooks my bra, freeing me from the last of my constraints.

I’m bare. Naked before all of them. And…and I never felt more safe. More…at peace.

Jax is the last to shed his clothing, and as he does, he looks up, his gaze meeting mine, then Stone’s, then Finn’s. There’s a raw hunger there that makes the air hum with awareness, even as his boxers are discarded and his massive arousal pierces the air before us.

At the mere sight of it, I can feel the moisture—slick—gathering between my thighs, my body readying itself for them, for this. Beside me, Finn shivers, his own scent growing stronger, sweeter, as his body responds as well.

When Stone’s hand slides down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me firmly against him, his hard length presses into my stomach, the heat of him searing my skin. He rocks his hips, a slow, sinuous movement that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I moan into his mouth when his lips find mine again, our kiss deepening, tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

Behind me, Finn’s breath hitches as Jax presses against him, their bodies moving in sync with ours. I can feel Finn’s hardness against my back, his slick mingling with mine as Jax grinds against him, spreading their arousal between them. The sound of their kiss is wet and hungry, their moans vibrating through me, stoking the fire into a fast-growing inferno.

Breaking away from Stone’s kiss, I turn my head to watch Finn and Jax. The sight of them is mesmerizing, their bodies writhing together, hands exploring, gripping, claiming. Finn’s eyes meet mine, his pupils blown wide with desire. He reaches out, cupping my jaw and pulling me into a kiss that tastes of him and Jax, a potent mixture that makes my heart pound.

Stone’s fingers trail down my spine again, dipping between my cheeks, his one hand so big that he can cup my entire sex with asingle grasp. I whimper, a moan barreling through me as he gathers my slick. He brings his hand up, painting my scent onto his neck, his collarbone, marking himself. The primitive act sends a shudder through me, and I arch into his touch, another low moan escaping my lips.

Jax makes a rumbling growl, his gaze locking onto the sight of Stone marking himself with my fluids. The growl rumbles in his chest, and he reaches out, his fingers tracing the path down my spine, making me shudder against Stone as he adds his own scent to the mix. Jax leans in, his tongue licking a stripe up my neck, tasting me, tasting them. The sensation is electric, and I gasp, my hips bucking against Stone’s.

Through some hazy part of my brain, I can see Finn watching, his eyes glazed with lust. He reaches down, his fingers massaging his cock until his own slick coats his fingers. When he brings his hand up, rubbing it over my exposed breasts, my nipples harden and I shudder again. I can feel the fire in his touch, the heat in his gaze. As his hand comes higher, something pushes me to lean forward. His fingers press into my mouth and I can’t help but suck his taste onto my tongue. He groans, his hips jerking against Jax’s.

The nest is a tangle of limbs, a choir of moans and gasps. We move together, a writhing mass of need and desire. Stone’s fingers dip between my thighs again, spreading my slick up to my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves until I’m panting, writhing against his touch. Behind me, I hear the wet sound of Jax’s hand working Finn’s length, the slap of skin against skin as they rut against each other.

My hand hovers uncertainly, inexperience warring with instinct. I’ve never been so forward, so demanding with anyone—not even Finn. Part of me is shocked at my boldness, at the urgent need to reach out despite my lingering fears. But the Academy feels closer than ever, its shadow stretching toward this sanctuary; the one place that’s been my salvation. And something in me refuses to let them steal this too.

Before I can second-guess myself, I reach out, my hand wrapping around Stone’s cock. He’s thicker, hotter,harderthan I expect, his heated flesh like silk stretched over steel. He jerks at my touch, a warning growl rumbling in his chest, but when his tongue tangles with mine, stealing my breath, I know he doesn’t want me to stop. His response washes away doubt with each deep rumble that rises in his chest.

He throbs in my grip, precum leaking from his tip and smearing across my fingers. When he breaks the kiss, hot breath fanning over my face as he presses his forehead against mine, I meet his gaze.

The need in those amber eyes is so deep I could drown in it. As he brings his fingers up, licking my slick off them with a groan on his lips, I follow suit.

I bring my hand to my mouth, surprising even myself with the boldness of the gesture. This isn’t the cautious, fearful omega who he rescued in his cabin—this is someone new emerging from that shell, someone willing to reach for what she wants despite the risk. I copy his movements, watching his reaction through lowered lashes. Stone goes still, eyes wide as I taste him, painting his scent onto my lips. The raw hunger in his gaze makes me feel powerful in a way I’ve never experienced before—as though my surrender is itself a form of strength.

“Fuck, Hailey,” he groans, his hips jerking into my touch, his fingers slipping back between my legs, working me faster, harder.

The pleasure builds, a coiling tension that threatens to consume me. I can feel it in them too, in the desperate rock of their hips, the ragged edge of their breaths. We’re close, so close.

“Together,” I hear Jax gasp.

Stone’s fingers circle my clit faster, his other hand gripping my hip, anchoring me to him. Behind me, Finn’s hand joins Jax’s on his cock, their movements synchronized, their breaths coming in matching gasps.

The pleasure crests, and we tumble over the edge together. I cry out, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Stonegrowls, his cock pulsing in my grip as he comes, his hot seed spilling onto my belly. Behind me, Finn and Jax shout their release, their scents filling the air, their seed painting my back, marking me, claiming me.

We collapse in the nest, a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs. And the scents, oh the scents, they’re a potent mixture that makes my head spin and my heart swell. I’ve never felt more claimed, more cherished, more…morewanted.

As we lie there, catching our breath, our bodies still entwined, I know that this is where I belong. With them. My pack. My family. And I will do anything to protect them, to protect this.

I will face anything. Even the Academy.

Chapter 48

Hailey

I’m drifting in that perfect space between sleeping and waking, where warmth and safety wrap around me like a cocoon. Stone’s chest rises and falls beneath my jaw, his steady heartbeat a lullaby that speaks of home. Jax’s arm is draped over my waist, and between us, Finn’s gentle breathing joins the symphony of our sleep.

The way they marked me, rubbed their scents into my skin, it makes a small slow smile pass over my lips. But…something pulls me from this peace. My eyes snap open in the darkness, though I don’t know why. Years of learning to trust my instincts at the Academy have my body tensing before my mind can catch up to what’s wrong. The nest is still quiet, still safe, butsomething…

Lifting my head in the darkness of the nest, my instincts prickle with unease. Something woke me, but I’m not sure what. The dim light filtering through the windows casts soft shadows across the tangle of limbs and blankets surrounding me, but nothing seems out of place.

The slight shift in my position is enough to rouse Stone. His eyes open instantly, a predatory awareness replacing sleep in a waythat doesn’t fail to remind me what he is. An alpha’s protective instincts are a powerful thing.

---