Page 78 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

The orgasm hits me like a bullet train, crashing over me with an intensity that steals my breath. My body convulses, pleasure radiating outward from where his mouth is still working me, prolonging the sensations until I’m gasping, tears streaming down my face.

But even as the orgasm subsides, the heat remains. The ache inside me, momentarily dulled, comes roaring back with renewed intensity. I need more. I need him.

“Ren,” I sob, reaching for him. “Please. Inside. I need you inside me.”

He raises his head, his mouth glistening with my arousal, his eyes nearly consumed with desire. For a moment, I think he might refuse, might insist on waiting until we reach the cabin. But then he meets my gaze, sees the desperation there, and something in him seems to break.

“Yes,” he breathes, more to himself than to me. “Yes.”

His hands move to his belt, unfastening it with quick, efficient movements. I watch, transfixed, as he sheds his pants and underwear, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and already leaking at the tip.

Alpha. My alpha.

He positions himself above me, bracing his weight on his forearms, his face inches from mine. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “In your right mind, would you want this? Want me?”

The question cuts through some of the heat-haze, surprising me with its vulnerability. Even now, even like this, he’s giving me a choice?

“Yes,” I tell him, reaching up to cup his face. “Always you, Ren. Y…you’re mine, too.”

Something shifts in his expression—relief, joy, and beneath it all, a fierce possessiveness that makes my heart race.

“Yes,” he growls, and then he’s pushing inside me, filling me in one agonizingly slow thrust that has us both gasping.

The sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined—the stretch, the fullness, the rightness of him inside me. It’s like my body was made for this, for him. The heat that’s been tormenting me seems to crystallize, focusing entirely on the points where our bodies connect.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel… God, Hailey, you feel incredible.”

He begins to move, slow at first, each thrust deep and grinding. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him closer, deeper, more.

“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what else I’m asking for. “Please, Ren.”

He seems to understand, increasing his pace, his hips driving into mine with more force. The vehicle rocks with our movements, the sound of skin against skin mingling with our harsh breathing and desperate moans.

I feel myself building toward another orgasm, this one deeper, more intense than the first. Ren must sense it, becausehe slides a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me again,” he whispers. “Let me feel you come around me.”

The command, coupled with the dual stimulation, sends me hurtling over the edge. I cry out his name as I come, my body clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

He follows me moments later, his rhythm faltering as he groans, his release filling me in hot pulses. The sensation triggers another smaller climax that has me clinging to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.

For several minutes, we lie tangled together, breathing hard, neither willing to break the connection. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath warm against my neck. The heat that’s been consuming me has receded, not gone but dulled to a manageable ache rather than the all-consuming fire it was before.

“Thank you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I needed that so badly.”

He raises his head to look at me, his expression tender in a way I’ve never seen before. “I should be thanking you,” he says softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”

The admission makes my heart flutter. “Really?”

He nods, tracing my cheek with gentle fingers. “Since the moment I smelled you in Finn’s nest. Smelled you onhim. I was…just afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of everything,” he admits. “Of feeling this way again. Of hurting you. Of not being able to protect you.”

I lean up to kiss him, soft and sweet. “You did protect me. You saved me.”

He returns the kiss, his lips lingering on mine. “I always will,” he promises. “As long as you want me to.”

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