Page 86 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“Stone!” I cry out. He grunts. I can feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, stretching me further with each thrust.

“That’s it,” he encourages as I gasp beneath him. “Breathe through it, sweetheart. Let your body accept me.”

The stretch is unlike anything I’ve experienced before—intense, bordering on painful, yet somehow exactly what I need. I focus on breathing, on relaxing, on the pleasure building alongside the pressure.

“Good girl,” Stone praises. “So good for us.”

His thrusts grow shorter, more urgent, the swelling at the base of his cock making it harder for him to withdraw fully. The sensation is incredible—fullness beyond measure, pressure against spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

“Stone,” I gasp, feeling my body approaching another peak. “I’m going to?—”

“Wait,” he instructs, voice strained. “Wait for the knot, sweetheart. It’ll be better. I promise.”

I whimper but obey, holding back the climax through sheer willpower. Stone’s movements grow increasingly erratic, his breathing harsh as he nears his own release.

Then, with a final thrust, his knot swells all the way.

The stretch is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Overwhelming. Invasive. Terrifying in its intensity. It triggers something ancient in my biology, something deep inside me that keens in recognition. My vision blurs at the edges, tearsstreaming down my temples into my hair. The pressure builds to what feels like an impossible point. My body stretched beyond what I thought possible as he locks inside me.

“It hurts, it hurts,” I sob, even as my hips buck upward, seeking more of the pain-pleasure that’s splitting me apart and making me whole simultaneously.

“Breathe,” Stone growls, his own control hanging by a thread. “Your body is made for this, made for us. Surrender to it, Hailey.”

I whimper loudly as his knot seems to swell even bigger. The metallic scent of blood cuts through the heady aroma of sex and arousal. My body seizes around him, muscles locking as the most violent orgasm of my life detonates through my nervous system. I scream until my voice breaks, until black spots dance in my vision, until I’m not sure if I’m dying or being reborn.

Stone freezes. Horror rises in his eyes. “Hailey?—”

“It’s okay,” I gasp, still riding the waves of pleasure even through the discomfort. “Don’t move. Just…please stay right there.”

The nest shifts beside us as Ren moves closer, his hand gentle on Stone’s shoulder. “Let me,” he says quietly.

Stone nods, carefully shifting us onto our sides without dislodging the knot. The movement draws another gasp from me as it changes the pressure inside.

Ren slides beneath me, his face level with where Stone and I are joined. I feel his breath against my sensitized skin a moment before his tongue touches me, gentle and soothing as he licks away the blood.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my flesh. “I’ve got you. We’ve all got you.”

The sensation of his mouth, coupled with the fullness of Stone’s knot still locked inside me, sends ripples of pleasurethrough my oversensitized skin. I moan, unable to help myself, as Ren continues to lick and soothe away the pain.

“That’s it,” he encourages between licks. “Let it feel good. You’re doing so well, taking Stone’s knot like you were made for it.”

His words are as calming as his actions, guiding me through the intensity of it all. Finn and Jax have moved closer, hands stroking my hair, my face, my shoulders.

“You’re amazing,” Finn whispers, pressing soft kisses to my temple. “So beautiful like this. So perfect.”

I’m surrounded—by touch, by scent, by voices. Cocooned in the care of my pack. Safe. Protected.

Wanted.

Jax brings his face level with mine. “Hey,” he says softly, his hand joining Finn’s in my hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Full,” I manage to gasp, a laugh bubbling up despite the intensity of the moment. “Very, very full.”

He smiles, and the warmth in his eyes makes me even more boneless. “I bet. But good full?”

I nod, realizing with some surprise that it’s true. The initial discomfort has faded, leaving behind a sense of rightness, of completion. “Very good.”

“The bleeding’s stopped,” Ren announces from below, but he makes no effort to move. His tongue still flicks against me, making my eyelids flutter as he traces the swell of Stone’s knot at my entrance.

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