Page 75 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“How are you doing back there?” Ren asks, his voice strained as he glances at me in the rearview mirror. His ice-blue gazemeets mine from his single working eye before returning to the road.

“It hurts,” I whimper, unable to articulate anything more complex. “Ren, please…”

Please what? I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Relief? Him? Both?

“I know, sweetheart,” he says softly. “We’ll be at the cabin soon. Just hold on a little longer.”

His words are meant to comfort, but they only remind me of how far we still have to go. I can’t wait. It’s too much.

The leather upholstery creaks as I press my thighs together. It’s not conscious—just movement, friction, something to take the edge off—but then…

Oh.

Oh God.

I rock forward experimentally, and the raised edge of the seat hits exactly where I need it. A punched-out moan escapes before I can stop it, my hips already moving again with purpose as I turn to stretch my body prone.

The leather creaks as I rock against it, thighs clamping around the raised edge like it’s the only thing anchoring me to reality. My hips move on their own—small, frantic rolls that send bursts of friction through my heated skin. It’s not enough. But I can’t stop.

Ren’s reflection freezes in the rearview mirror. The car swerves slightly before he corrects it.

“Hailey.”

A warning. A plea.

I bite my lip hard enough to taste copper. “I know—” Another rock forward, the seam of the seat hitting just there. “—but I can’t?—”

A whimper claws up my throat as the pressure builds. The leather is cool against my burning skin, the smell of it, rich andexpensive, mixing with my own slick until the entire car reeks of my shame.

Ren’s growl vibrates through the seats. “Fuck.Fuck.” The vehicle accelerates.

He’s not stopping me.

He’s getting us home faster.

He makes another sound, something between a growl and a groan, before he reaches for a phone.

Ren dials, putting the call on speaker as he drives. The ringing echoes through the vehicle, unnaturally loud to my sensitized ears.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end makes me freeze, my hand pausing on its way down to where I was about to bury my fingers inside me. Finn. Sweet, worried Finn. “Who is this? Ren?”

“It’s Ren.” His voice remarkably steady given the circumstances. “I’ve got her, Finn. I’ve got Hailey.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath, then a burst of sound—multiple voices talking over each other in a cacophony of relief and questions.

“Is she okay?”

“Where are you?”

“Let me talk to her!”

I recognize them all—Finn, Stone, and Jax. My pack. My family. Tears spring to my eyes, emotion momentarily overriding lust. They’ve been worried about me.They care.

“One at a time.” Ren glances up at me in the rearview again. “We’re both alive. We’re heading to the cabin in the mountains. Hailey’s…” He hesitates, glancing at me in the mirror one more time. “She’s been drugged. She’s in heat. It’s bad.”

“Heat?” That’s Finn, his concern evident even through the phone. “Fuck! You’re sure it’s not the preheat?”

I whimper at the sound of his voice, more slick gushing between my thighs.

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