Page 130 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“Show me,” I whisper, guiding his hand to my breast.

Something resolves in his expression, and he leans in, his lips finding my throat as his hand explores my body with increasing confidence. On my other side, Finn mirrors his actions, the twoof them working in harmony to drive me swiftly toward the edge of pleasure.

It’s overwhelming in the best possible way—the dual sensation of their hands, their mouths, the distinct but complementary scents of them surrounding me.

Finn’s fingers slide between my thighs, finding me already slick with arousal. He groans against my collarbone, his touch confident and knowing as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves at my center.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, eyes meeting mine as he pushes two fingers inside me.

Beside us, Ren watches with heated intensity, his hand moving to strip his own arousal as Finn pleasures me. The sight of him touching himself while watching us is unexpectedly erotic, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.

“Let him,” Finn whispers in my ear, understanding my reaction instantly. “Let him see how good you feel.”

I nod, my breath coming in short gasps as Finn’s fingers curl inside me, finding that perfect spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. My back arches, a cry escaping me as pleasure builds rapidly toward release.

“That’s it,” Ren encourages, voice rough with desire. “Let go, Hailey. We’ve got you.”

The combination of his words, Finn’s skillful touch, and the heady knowledge that I’m bringing them both pleasure sends me tumbling over the edge. I come with a broken cry, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

Before I’ve fully recovered, Finn is positioning himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “Okay?” he asks, always checking.

“More than okay,” I assure him, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer.

He sinks into me with a groan of pure satisfaction, his forehead dropping to rest against mine as he savors the moment of connection. “So perfect,” he murmurs, his hips beginning a slow, deliberate rhythm. “So tight around me.”

Ren shifts beside us, his hand moving to stroke Finn’s back, then lower, his fingers tracing the place where Finn’s body disappears into mine. The touch draws a startled moan from Finn, his hips stuttering momentarily before finding their rhythm again.

“Please,” Finn gasps, turning his head to look at Ren, a silent request in his eyes.

Ren understands immediately, reaching for the bedside drawer to retrieve a small bottle of lubricant. My breath catches as I realize what they’re planning, a new wave of arousal washing through me at the thought.

“Is this okay?” Ren asks, his question directed at both of us. “If it’s too much?—”

“It’s not,” Finn almost growls. “Fuck me, Ren.” His movements slow inside me but don’t stop. “We want this. All of us together.”

I nod, unable to find words.

Ren moves behind Finn, his hands gentle but sure as he prepares him. I watch Finn’s face as Ren works him open, fascinated by the play of pleasure and vulnerability across his features. He continues to move inside me, though his thrusts have become shallower, more controlled as he adjusts to the dual sensation.

“Ready?” Ren asks, his voice tight with restrained desire.

Finn nods, his amber eyes meeting mine with an intimacy that takes my breath away.

I feel the exact instant Ren enters him—Finn’s gasp, the way his eyes widen, the sudden stillness as he adjusts to being filled.For a moment, none of us move, locked together in a perfect circuit of connection.

Then Ren begins to move, his thrusts careful and measured, setting a rhythm that Finn follows in his movements within me. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced—this synchronicity of pleasure, this perfect harmony of bodies and bonds.

“Tell me,” Ren says suddenly, his voice raw as he presses his forehead against Finn’s shoulder. “Tell me what you’re afraid of losing.”

The unexpected question catches me off guard.

“You,” I admit, the word catching on a moan as a particularly deep thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me. “Losing any of you. Being alone again.”

Finn’s eyes meet mine. “The past,” he says, his voice strained with the effort of speaking while caught between such intense sensations. “That we won’t be able to move beyond it.”

Ren’s movements falter slightly. Then, he begins to whisper every mistake he thinks he’s made, every fear he carries, his voice breaking with the weight of finally releasing these burdens.

“I pushed you away,” he tells Finn, each confession punctuated by the steady rhythm of his body. “After the accident. When you needed me most. I convinced myself it was for your protection, but I was protecting myself. From the guilt. From the possibility of losing you again.”

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