Page 156 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“That ghost isn’t half as scary as Stone is going to be when he gets revenge for the popcorn attack,” Finn stage-whispers, which earns him a thrown pillow from Jax.

“All of you, be quiet,” Jax orders, though there’s no real authority in his tone, only affectionate exasperation. “Or I’ll make you watch the sequel next.”

That shuts Finn up, and finally he gives up pretending to not be scared, pulling my arm around his shoulders as he tucks himself against my chest. I can’t resist the triumphant smile.

The credits roll just as Finn’s breathing evens out against my chest. I glance down to find him asleep. Across the nest, Hailey’s curled against Ren’s side, her fingers still clutching his shirt like he’s the only thing between her and the film’s lingering ghosts.

Jax catches my eye in the dim light, his lips quirking as he surveys our wrecked pack nest—popcorn scattered like landmines, blankets tangled from jump scares, three empty snack bowls.

“The new garden looks good,” he murmurs, nodding toward the window. “He needed that.”

I stroke Finn’s hair, careful not to wake him. “We all did.”

Ren shifts carefully, extracting himself from Hailey’s grip to gather the discarded bowls. “I’ll take first watch.”

Jax shakes his head, standing with alpha finality. “Sleep. All of you.” His gaze lingers on Finn’s peaceful face, then to the window, a faraway look in his eyes. “I’ve got the watch.”

As I carry Finn upstairs, his weight warm and trusting in my arms, I can’t help but draw in his scent. It’s stronger now, sweeter with sleep, and it tugs at something primal in me.

I place him gently into the nest, but as I start to pull away, his eyes flutter open.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs, fingers catching my wrist. The sleepy heat in his gaze sends blood rushing south.

“I need to help clean up downstairs,” I whisper, though my body’s already responding to his touch.

Finn shakes his head, tugging me closer until I’m hovering over him. “They can handle it.” His hand slides beneath my shirt, warm palm mapping the muscles of my stomach. “I want you, Stone.”

Those three words demolish my restraint. I capture his mouth in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens as he arches against me. The sweet taste of caramel popcorn lingers on his tongue, and I chase it, consuming him with a hunger that surprises us both.

“Thought you were tired,” I murmur against his neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below his ear.

Finn gasps, head falling back to give me better access. “Not anymore.”

My hand slips beneath his waistband, finding him already hard and leaking. He bucks into my touch, a broken moan escaping his lips that I quickly silence with another kiss.

“Shh,” I warn, though the thought of the others hearing him, knowing I’m taking care of our omega, sends a possessive thrill through me. “You’ll wake Hailey.”

“Then stop making me feel so good,” he challenges, eyes gleaming with mischief even as his breath hitches when I stroke him firmly.

I growl low in my throat, the sound making him shiver beneath me. “Not a chance.”

I strip him, drinking in the sight of him spread across our sheets. The moonlight through the window paints his skin silver, highlighting the flush spreading across his chest. My perfect omega.

“Please,” he whispers, reaching for me.

I shed my clothes before covering his body with mine, skin to skin, heat to heat. The first press of my length against his sends stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“I’ve got you,” I promise, gathering his slick in my palm. “Always.”

When I press one slicked finger inside him, he bites his lip to stifle a moan. Two fingers, and his eyes roll back, muscles tensing beautifully. By the third, he’s writhing beneath me, desperate and needy in a way that makes my instincts surge.

“Stone,” he pleads, voice breaking. “Now. Please, now.”

I line myself up, pushing in with exquisite slowness that has us both trembling. The tight heat of him nearly undoes me, but I hold back, wanting to savor this moment, this connection.

Once fully seated, I pause, pressing my forehead to his. “You’re everything,” I whisper, the words escaping before I can filter them.

Something soft and vulnerable flashes in Finn’s eyes. He wraps his legs around my waist, drawing me impossibly deeper. “Move,” he commands, and who am I to deny him?

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