Page 168 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“Kitchen. Trying to force nutrients into himself before rational thought becomes impossible. Jax is bringing up supplies. Ren is…coping.”

“I should eat something too.” But food is the last thing on my mind.

Stone nods but doesn’t move. When I try to slide past him, he lifts me against his chest, causing me to slide over his hardness. The contact makes us both groan. His grip tightens before he takes a step, carrying me.

“Soon,” he promises, the word making my knees weak.

The house reeks of our mingled scents—my sweet heat pheromones mixing with Finn’s, underscored by the deeper, muskier response of three alphas in pre-rut.

Finn’s in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while mechanically eating protein bars. His condition matches mine—flushed skin, trembling hands, pupils dilated. When he sees me, he whimpers, and it resonates deep in my body.

“Morning, fellow disaster,” he says with strained humor. “Fancy meeting you at the ‘about to lose my mind’ convention.”

I laugh but it’s shaky. “How long have you been up?”

“Hours. Woke at four feeling like I was burning alive from the inside. Jax had to physically remove himself from the nest. Apparently I was…” he gestures vaguely, “projecting.”

Stone sets me down and pushes a sports drink toward me. “Have you seen Ren?” I ask, pressing my thighs together.

“Holed up in his room for sanity’s sake.” Finn’s smile is equal parts affection and heat-hazed desire. “Stone’s been checking on him hourly. It’s only a matter of time before?—”

A crash from upstairs interrupts him, followed by creative cursing that could only be Ren.

“—that happens,” Finn finishes.

Jax appears in the doorway, his body vibrating with barely contained energy.

“Supplies ready,” he announces, voice a low growl that makes my thighs press together. His gaze burns over us—Finn’s trembling hands around his glass, the way my nightgown sticks to my damp skin. “Finish those,” he commands, nodding at our drinks.

We obey instantly, the sweet liquid doing nothing to quench what really burns inside us. Jax watches with dark approval as Finn drains his glass, a drop of juice escaping down his chin. Before it can reach his throat, Jax is there—thumb swiping it away, then pressing that wet digit against Finn’s parted lips.

Finn’s tongue darts out to lick it clean, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck,” Stone rumbles, his massive frame blocking the pendant light. “They’re dripping already.”

Jax’s nostrils flare. “Before we begin,” he rumbles, stepping closer until his shadow envelops us both, “you choose. Slow and sweet?” He drags a single finger down Finn’s flushed cheek. “Or,” his hand suddenly fists in my hair, tilting my head back sharply, “hard and rough until you can’t walk by the end of this?”

The whimper tears from my throat before I can stop it. “Rough,” I gasp. “Please, we need?—”

“Fuck slow,” Finn interrupts, his usual sass ruined by how his voice cracks. He’s already tearing at his own shirt. “Stuff us full, make us feel it for days.”

Jax’s grin is all teeth. He exchanges a look with Stone that makes Stone’s massive hands flex like he’s imagining all the ways to pin us down.

“Good answer,” Jax purrs. Then in one swift motion, he tosses Finn over his shoulder while Stone lifts me like I weigh nothing. Finn immediately starts mouthing at Jax’s back, teeth scraping the muscles there as he grinds shamelessly against his alpha’s shoulder.

“Needy thing,” Jax growls, swatting Finn’s ass hard enough that I’m sure it leaves a red handprint. Finn just moans louder.

The world tilts as we’re carried upstairs. “Gonna ruin you, sweetheart,” Stone pitches his voice low. “Make you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

The nest room glows with candlelight, fresh linens scent-marked by all of us. Ren waits at the center, his usual composure shattered—shirt already discarded, his hardness straining against his boxers.

“They decided,” Jax says from ahead. “No soft and sweet. They want it hard.”

Ren’s gaze is like hot ice. “Good.”

Stone deposits me beside Finn, our bodies automatically moving toward each other as our alphas strip. Jax makes quick work of his shirt, buttons flying as it tears open. Stone’s jeans hit the floor with a thud, the heavy buckle clanking against hardwood.

“In the nest,” Jax directs, his voice resonating through my core. “Both of you.”

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