Page 87 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

The relief on all their faces is palpable. Stone, still unable to move while his knot ties us together, presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m sorry it hurt,” he murmurs. “Next time will be easier.”

Next time. The casual promise of future knotting, future connection, sends a warm glow spreading through me. I can feel his seed still pumping into me, each pulse of his knot sendingaftershocks through my oversensitive body. My womb aches with fullness, with rightness. The omega in me preens at being properly bred, even as my rational mind knows this isn’t about reproduction. The competing instincts make me dizzy, make me clench around him again, drawing another groan from his lips and another trickle of warmth inside me.

“It’s worth it,” I whisper. “This feels…right.”

And it does. Despite the drugs still burning through my system, despite the terror and trauma that brought us here, there’s something right about this connection. My body recognizes what my mind is still processing—I was made for this, for them. The empty ache that’s haunted me my whole life wasn’t loneliness or abandonment. It was this. The absence of my pack, my alphas, my mate. Being filled, claimed, marked from the inside out. A sense of belonging I’ve been searching for myentirelife without knowing it.

“Now what?” I ask, genuinely curious about the logistics of our situation.

Jax chuckles, his hand stroking my hip. “Now we wait for Stone’s knot to go down. Usually takes about twenty to thirty minutes.”

“And then?” I prompt.

His smile turns wicked. “And then, if you’re ready, one of us takes over. We keep going until the heat breaks or you tell us to stop.”

The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, despite the multiple orgasms I’ve already experienced. “And if I want all of you?”

Their collective intake of breath is audible, the scent of their arousal sharpening in response to my words.

“Then you get all of us,” Jax says simply, leaning in to suck my bottom lip into his mouth. “However you want us. As many times as you need.”

I smile, a sense of power unfurling within me. “Good.”

Stone’s knot has begun to subside, the pressure inside me gradually lessening. The sensation is strange. A slow easing of the fullness that’s left me feeling so complete.

“Almost,” Stone murmurs, his arms tightening around me protectively. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nod, touched by his concern. “Better than okay.”

When his knot finally shrinks enough for him to withdraw, he does so with utmost care, both of us gasping at the sensation. I feel suddenly empty, bereft without the connection.

Jax moves immediately to check me. His fingers linger between my thighs, his touch careful as he examines the swollen, sensitive flesh. His nostrils flare at the scent of me—spilled slick, Stone’s release, the metallic tang of blood now faded.

“Still so greedy for us,” he murmurs. His thumb circles my clit, just once, a teasing promise, and I jerk against him with a whine. “Even after taking Stone’s knot. Youwantmine too, don’t you?”

I jerk against him with a whine.

Ren shifts behind Jax. “She needs it,” he murmurs, voice rough. “She’s shaking.”

I am. Slight tremors go through my limbs, increasing with every second that passes. “Oh…” I whimper, feeling that incessant heat rising again. “Ohhh. Jax—please.”

Jax doesn’t hesitate.

He flips me onto my stomach with a snarl, one broad hand pressing between my shoulder blades to keep me down. The moan that barrels from my chest sounds needy and unrestrained. Maybe because of Jax’s rough treatment. Maybe because it’s clear he’s been really holding back all this time.

When his other hand grips my hip, yanking me up onto my knees, I whimper again. My cheek grinds into the damp sheetsas he mounts me from behind, his cock already slick with my arousal as he drags the thick head through my folds.

Jax groans. “Gonna lock inside you,” he promises, voice ragged. “Gonna fill you so deep?—”

I sob into the mattress, the heat rising as if I hadn’t just been knotted. My fingers twist in the sheets. “Yes, yes?—”

He slams home.

I scream.

Jax is bigger than Stone—thicker, heavier, his cock stretching me to the brink the moment he bottoms out. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, just sets a brutal pace, hips pistoning, his balls slapping against my oversensitive clit with every thrust. And I realize Ineedit.Craveit. I need to be fucked.Hard.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he snarls, fingers digging bruises into my hips. “Take it. Take all of me.”

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