Page 153 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice reverent.

His hands slide up to the clasp of my bra, pausing for permission. I nod, and the garment falls away, baring me completely to his gaze. He leans forward, his tongue flicking over one peaked nipple before drawing it into his mouth. The sensation sends sparks shooting through me, my back arching as a moan escapes me.

“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” Stone’s deep voice rumbles from somewhere to my right.

The bed shifts again as he and Jax join us. Jax kneels beside Ren, his hand brushing over my thigh before sliding up to cup my cheek. He turns my face toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and dominance, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as Ren’s teeth graze my other nipple.

Behind me, Finn’s hands slip lower, tracing the curve of my hips before dipping between my thighs. His fingers press against the fabric of my leggings, finding the heat and wetness there. “You’re soaked,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

“Yes,” I whimper, my hips rocking into his touch. He chuckles softly, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my leggings and pulling them down, leaving me bare. The cool air against my heated skin makes me shiver, but the sensation isquickly replaced by the warmth of Finn’s hand sliding between my legs, his fingers parting me to find my most sensitive spot.

Ren groans, his hands gripping my hips as he shifts beneath me. “I need her,” he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need.

Jax pulls back from our kiss, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “Take her,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative. “She’s yours.”

Ren doesn’t hesitate. He lifts me slightly, positioning himself at my entrance, and then he’s inside me, filling me with one long, steady thrust that steals the air from my lungs. I cry out, my hands clutching his shoulders as he stills, giving me a moment to adjust to the stretch and fullness.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing against mine. His hands slide up my back, holding me close as he begins to move. Thrusts that send waves of pleasure rippling through me.

Behind me, Finn’s fingers continue their gentle exploration, circling my clit in time with Ren’s movements. Jax’s lips find my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, while Stone’s hands trace over my thighs, his touch both possessive and soothing.

The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies—the soft slap of skin against skin, the low groans and murmured praises of my alphas, the breathless moans they draw from me with every touch, every thrust.

“Look at me,” Ren commands, his voice stronger now, more like himself.

I force my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze. What I see there steals my breath—devotion, gratitude, and a fierce protectiveness that makes my omega instincts sing.

“You saved me,” he says, his rhythm never faltering, his hands tightening on my hips. “First from myself, now from my past.”

“We saved each other,” I manage between gasping breaths, reaching to touch his face. “Th-that’s what pack does.”

His answering smile is like dawn breaking after the longest night. When release finally claims me, it’s his name on my lips, his body anchoring me as pleasure shatters me into countless pieces.

The others follow—Finn against my back, his breath hot against my shoulder as he groans his release; Jax and Stone with low, guttural sounds of satisfaction as they press against me, their hands and mouths never ceasing their worship.

Later, cradled in a tangle of limbs and satisfied warmth, I watch Ren’s sleeping face. The tension has melted away, leaving him looking younger, almost peaceful. I trace the curve of Ren’s jaw with one finger, marveling at how far we’ve all come.

“Thank you,” Ren murmurs, catching my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm without opening his eyes.

I smile, settling closer. “Always.”

Chapter 32

Stone

Fuck. Ren’s Father was…intense. No wonder Ren’s the way he is. I mean, I’ve met his father before, but not like this. Without the pretense and fake smiles. Just the raw alpha. It sends a shiver down my spine.

After the emotional intensity of that meeting, I decided the pack, but especially Ren and our omegas, needed to retreat to the nest for a few days. Jax and I dealt with the necessities like food, beverages, protective proximity, but most of all, the healing power of touch.

All of us. Together. Naked. Scents mingling.

It’s the garden that calls to me on this fourth morning after our visit. While the others linger in the nest, I slip outside with the plans I’ve been sketching for weeks, finally ready to implement them. The spring air carries the scent of warming soil and green growth, perfect conditions for what I have in mind.

I spend the morning marking boundaries for the new garden section, excavating sod, turning soil. Dirt under my nails, sweat on my skin, the burn in my shoulders… By midday, I’ve strippedto the waist despite the cool breeze, sweat and dirt marking me all over.

The rose bushes prove unexpectedly challenging. I’m wrestling with the third bush, trying to untangle the protective burlap without damaging the delicate roots, when I hear approaching footsteps.

“Big scary alpha defeated by flowers?” Finn’s voice carries equal parts amusement and affection as he approaches from the back door, a glass of water in each hand.

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