Page 99 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“She wants us all,” Jax tells them, pride evident in his voice. “A complete pack bond.”

Finn leans closer, his scent wrapping around me. “How does it feel?” he asks, curious fingers hovering over the mark on my neck.

“Different from what I expected,” I admit. “Like…like I can feel him, somehow. In my head, in my heart.”

“That’s the bond,” he explains, smiling. “It’ll strengthen over time. Especially once the others mark you, too.”

As Jax’s knot finally releases, he eases out of me with a care that contrasts sharply with his earlier dominance. He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then to the fresh mark on my neck.

“Rest a minute,” he murmurs. “No rush.”

But the heat is building again, fueled by the new bond and the presence of the others. I shift restlessly in the nest, my body already aching to be filled again.

Stone notices, his pupils dilating as he catches my renewed scent. “I don’t think waiting is going to work, Jax.”

His gaze travels over my body, lingering on the slick glistening between my thighs and the mark on my neck. A muscle ticks in his jaw.

“Stone,” I reach for him, needing his touch, his scent, his claim. “Please.”

He moves across the bed, his large frame dwarfing mine. Unlike Jax’s immediate dominance, Stone takes his time, his calloused hands exploring my body with reverent attention.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down my throat, careful to avoid Jax’s fresh mark. “So beautiful, Hailey.”

I arch into his touch, whimpering as his mouth finds my breast, teasing the sensitive peak. “Stone, please. I need you.”

He raises his head, amber eyes locking with mine. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“You,” I breathe. “Inside me. Your mark. Your bond.”

A growl rumbles in his chest, his control visibly slipping. “Turn over,” he orders, his voice rough. “Hands and knees.”

I comply eagerly, positioning myself as he directs. Behind me, I hear the rustle of clothing as he removes his sweatpants, then feel the bed dip as he kneels behind me.

His hands grip my hips, steadying me as the thick head of his cock nudges against my entrance. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I gasp, pressing back against him. “Please, Stone. Mark me.”

With one powerful thrust, he enters me, filling me so completely I see stars again. He’s stretching me to my limits, and the combination of slight pain and intense pleasure draws a keening moan from my throat.

“That’s it,” he encourages, beginning to move with long, deep strokes. “Take me, sweetheart. Take all of me.”

His pace is slower than Jax’s, each thrust punctuated by a grunt of pleasure that sends shivers down my spine. His hands roam my body, squeezing my breasts, sliding down to where we’re joined to feel his cock disappearing inside me.

“Stone,” I pant, feeling the pressure building inside me again. “Oh god, Stone.”

His rhythm falters briefly at the sound of his name on my lips. “Say it again,” he demands, one hand sliding around to circle my clit.

“Stone!” I cry out as his fingers work their magic, bringing me closer to the edge. “Please, Stone. I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he growls, his free hand gently tilting my head to expose the marked side of my neck. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

His thrusts become more purposeful, his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock. The added pressure against my entrance sends waves of pleasure radiating through me.

“Come for me, Hailey,” he commands, his fingers moving faster against my clit. “Come on my knot.”

The orgasm crashes over me without warning, more intense than the last, tearing a scream from my throat as my body clamps down on his rapidly swelling knot. Stone groans, a deep, primal sound, as his knot locks us together.

In the same moment, his teeth sink into my neck, claiming, marking,bonding.

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