Page 77 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“Good,” Ren says. “She’ll need all of us.”

The call ends, leaving us in silence broken only by the hum of the engine and my increasingly desperate gasps as I work my fingers faster, chasing a release that seems eternally just out of reach.

“Almost there,” Ren murmurs, his eyes flicking between the road and the mirror. “Just hold on, Hailey.”

But I can’t. I’m burning alive from the inside out. My fingers are soaked with slick, my body aching for something—someone—to fill the emptiness inside me.

“Ren,” I gasp, meeting his gaze in the mirror. “I need… Please… I need…”

“I know what you need,” he says, but his voice is rough with restraint. “But I want to give you better than the back of a stolen SUV.”

“I don’t care,” I plead. “Please. It hurts so much.”

His jaw tightens, his gaze darting to the mirror again to find mine. The conflict in it is clear—duty versus desire, restraint versus need.

“Please,” I whimper again. “Alpha, please.”

The word slips out, and I see something shift in his expression. A hardening of resolve, a softening of restraint.

Without warning, he swerves the vehicle off the main road onto a smaller, unpaved track that winds into the trees. The SUV bounces over the uneven surface, jostling me on the back seat, each movement both agony and ecstasy against my sensitized skin.

He drives a short distance into the forest before stopping; the vehicle hidden from the main road by a thick stand of trees. For a moment, he just sits there, hands still gripping the wheel, breathing hard.

“Ren?” I whisper, uncertain now that we’ve stopped. Has he changed his mind?

He turns then, gaze meeting mine directly for the first time since we got into the vehicle. The raw need I see there matches my own, making my breath cease in my chest.

“You don’t have to beg me for anything,” he says, his voice low and intense. “Ever. Do you understand?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

He exits the driver’s door and circles to the back of the vehicle. When he opens the rear door, I’m hit with the full force of his scent—no longer filtered from the front seat, but immediate and overwhelming. My body responds instantly, another gush of slick soaking the seat beneath me.

He climbs into the back, moving slowly, as if afraid of startling me. But I’m beyond fear, beyond anything but the desperate need for him to touch me.

“Ren,” I plead, reaching for him.

“Shh,” he soothes, gently taking my hands in his. “I’ve got you now. I’m going to help you, okay?”

I nod frantically, beyond words.

With careful hands, he guides me to lie back on the seat, positioning himself between my spread thighs. The sight of him there, his broad shoulders framed by my legs, his eyes dark with desire, is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze traveling over me with reverence. “Even like this—especially like this—you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Under different circumstances, I might have blushed at his words. Now, they only stoke the fire inside me higher.

“Please,” I whisper, beyond pride. “I need you to touch me.”

He bends, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh. “I’m going to take care of you,” he promises. “Just let go, Hailey. Let me help you.”

The first touch of his tongue against my core makes me cry out, my back arching off the seat. It’s like an electric current to every nerve ending, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. He groans against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.

“Sweet,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh. “So fucking sweet.”

His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he works me with his mouth, his tongue circling my clit in precise, relentless motions. I feel myself climbing, pleasure building faster than I thought possible.

“That’s it,” he encourages between licks. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

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