Page 101 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

Ren takes his time, his hands gentle as they explore my body, his lips following, tasting, learning. By the time he finally positions himself between my thighs, I’m a writhing, begging mess.

“Please, Ren,” I whimper, arching into his touch. “I need you inside me.”

His gaze locks with mine as he slowly pushes inside, both of us gasping at the sensation. He feels different than the others. Longer. Filling me completely.

“Hailey,” he breathes, his forehead resting against mine as he begins to move. “My Hailey.”

His pace is different too—neither Jax’s dominating rhythm nor Stone’s deliberate thrusts, but something uniquely Ren. He rocks into me with steady, fluid motions that send waves of pleasure cascading through my body.

“Ren,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders as the pleasure builds. “Oh god, Ren.”

His mouth finds my pulse, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his pace increases. “You’re sure?” he asks one final time, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“Yes,” I moan, tilting my head to expose the marks. “Mark me, Ren. Make me yours.”

With a sound that’s half growl, half sob, he sinks into me fully, his knot beginning to swell as his teeth find my neck.

For a terrifying second, I think he won’t bite—won’t claim me properly—until finally, finally his teeth sink into my neck. The hesitation lingers like a shadow even as the pain of the bite stings. Pain that’s immediately washed away as his knot swells, the third bond snapping into place alongside the others.

I cry out, another orgasm crashing through me as the bond forms, connecting me to Ren as surely as I’m connected to Jax and Stone. His release pulses inside me, his knot locking us together as he continues to hold the bite, deepening our connection.

When he finally releases my neck, licking gently at the mark, there are tears in his eyes. Tears he manages to hold back.

He’s open to me right now.

Completely vulnerable. Completely open.

“Mine,” he whispers, the word sounding like a prayer. “My omega.”

I reach up to touch his face. “Yours,” I confirm. “Always yours.”

We lie together as his knot binds us, his arms wrapped around me as Stone leans in to Finn, sinking deep inside him as Finn’s lips lock with Jax’s. I watch them make love, every second making me feel more like home when Ren buries his face in my neck where his mark now sits proudly beside the others. The cabin grows quiet, peaceful, the only sounds the soft moans and grunts from Finn, Stone and Jax, our gradually slowing breaths, and the distant calls of birds outside.

I feel the bond, three distinct threads, each with its own flavor, its own resonance, all humming together as one beneath my skin. Jax’s is strong and steady, a foundation. Stone’s is deep and solid, a shield. Ren’s is bright and fierce, a beacon.

Together, they make me feel whole in a way I’ve never experienced before.

As Stone shudders against Finn, they both lie panting in the nest. Stone turns Finn on their sides so Finn is facing me, as Jax slides down between us, one hand caressing my thigh as he takes Finn into his mouth. Finn’s eyes flutter closed before they open, lust-filled and possessive, on me again.

“Room for one more?” he asks, his scent already reaching out to soothe and comfort.

I smile, reaching a hand toward him. “Always.”

As Ren’s knot finally subsides and he eases out of me, Jax releases Finn with a wet slop that makes my insides flutter. With a devilish grin, Finn takes his place at my side, his gentle hands stroking over the three marks now adorning my neck.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to each bite. “So beautiful, Hailey.”

I lean into his touch, craving the comfort only another omega can provide. “What about you?” I ask. “Don’t you want…?”

Before I can finish, he’s on top of me, his body warm and heavy and perfect against mine. His lips find mine in a kiss that’s both tender and demanding.

His fingers find my core and he slides a finger inside, stretching me, filling me. I moan, my hips bucking against his hand. He adds another finger, his rhythm slow and controlled, building the pleasure, teasing me, driving me wild.

“You feel so good, Hailey,” he murmurs against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “So fucking perfect.”

He continues to stroke me, his fingers expertly finding the sensitive spots that make me cry out, my body arching beneath his touch. He leans down, his lips finding mine again, his kiss deep and passionate, his tongue tangling with mine.

Then, he pulls back, and our gazes lock. “I want to be inside you, sunshine,” he whispers. “Can I? Tell me you want me inside you.”

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