54. Finn
Chapter 54
Finn
I t’s happening.
I can feel it clawing at me from the inside out, an unbearable warmth that starts low in my belly and spreads through my limbs like wildfire. My skin becomes like a fleshy prison. I want to rip off my bones, and I can’t stop shaking. I can even catch how my scent thickens, the sweetness of it wrapping around me, suffocating me. I hate it . I hate how it makes me feel weak, desperate, needy .
And worst of all, I hate that I can feel them.
Stone is close. I know he’s just outside the door, his presence heavy even without him saying a word. His fresh pine scent lingers, pressing against the edges of my awareness. It’s stirring something deep within me, something I don’t want to feel. I can’t let myself think about him.
And Jax? I know he’ll be back soon. His absence should be a relief. Instead, it just feels like a countdown. The closer he gets, the heavier the air will become.
The bond might be broken, but the pull between us is still there—a shadow of what it used to be, a cruel reminder of what’s missing .
The betrayal sits heavy in my chest, twisting like a knife.
They lied to me . For two and a half years, they let me believe everything was fine, that the distance I felt was just in my head. But it wasn’t. The bond was gone. The piece of them that should have been tethered to me, that should have made me feel whole, was shattered. And they didn’t even tell me.
The ache in my chest is almost as bad as the ache in my body. Almost.
I grit my teeth, pacing the length of the bedroom for what feels like the hundredth time. My hands are shaking, my breaths coming too fast, and the pressure building inside me is unbearable. My cock is painfully hard, and it jerks involuntarily. Fuck. I let out a low, frustrated growl, my nails biting into my palms as I try to fight the instinct to call for Stone.
No.
I won’t.
He doesn’t deserve it.
Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I stumble, catching myself against the edge of the bed. My head drops forward, sweat dripping from my forehead onto the sheets. My scent is stronger now, filling the room like a thick, cloying fog. I can’t think.
Some part of me is aware of Hailey sitting on the floor where I left her a moment ago. I can’t even look her in the eyes. If I do, I’m sure she’ll see everything I’m trying to hide. The need. The want. That if she gets too close, I will pin her down and fuck her.
She’s not ready for that. Not yet.
I need to cool down. I need to breathe.
Staggering, I make my way to the bathroom. The cold tile under my feet is a small relief, but it’s not enough. I strip off my clothes with shaking hands, barely managing to turn the shower on before stepping under the icy spray. The shock of it steals my breath, and for a moment, I feel like I can think again, like I can claw my way back to myself.
But it doesn’t last .
The water hits my overheated skin, and instead of soothing me, it only heightens the sensations coursing through my body. My cock bobs so hard it’s painful, my hips jerking involuntarily as the ache builds, sharp and insistent. My head drops back against the tiled wall, a choked sob escaping me.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The tears come on their own accord. Just another visible indication of my weakness. I can’t stop them. They spill down my cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower even as I press the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to block it all out—the heat, the ache, the desperate, clawing need for something I can’t bring myself to ask for.
Not from them.
Never from them.
But gods, my body doesn’t care. It doesn’t care that I’m angry, that I’m hurt, that I feel like I’ve been ripped apart from the inside out. It just wants relief. It wants them .
Another sob wracks my body, and I slide down the wall, curling in on myself as the water beats down on me. My hands grip my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt, but even that pain isn’t enough to ground me.
I don’t know how long I sit there, trembling and broken, before I hear the soft knock at the door.
“Finn?”
It’s Hailey’s voice, soft and hesitant, cutting through the haze.
Before I can answer, the door creaks open, and I hear her footsteps on the tile. Through my blurred, teary vision, I see her figure, her hair loose around her shoulders. She’s not alone. Stone is just behind her, hovering in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame.
“Finn,” Hailey says again, her voice trembling slightly. Her brow furrows, and she steps closer, her bare feet making no sound on the floor. Stone stays where he is, but his presence feels like a weight pressing down on my chest. I can feel his gaze on me, the tension rolling off him in waves, and it’s too much.
“Get him out of here,” I snap. My voice is a sharp, ragged thing I don’t even recognize.
Stone stiffens, but Hailey glances over her shoulder, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. “St-Stone, give…give us a minute…please.”
He hesitates, his jaw tightening, but after a long moment, he nods. “I’ll be right outside,” he mutters. The sound of his low, rough voice only makes me yearn more.
Finally, the door clicks shut behind him, and the air feels a little lighter.
Hailey kneels beside the shower, her hand pressing against the glass. “You’re hurting,” she whispers.
“I…” My voice breaks, and I shake my head, unable to put it into words.
“I’m here,” she whispers. “You must let me help you.”
“I’m a fucking mess, Hailey,” I choke out. “You can’t fix this.”
Her gaze hardens, and without another word, she stands. My heart stutters in my chest as she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.
“Hailey, what are you?—”
Her sweatpants and cotton panties go next, and then her bra, until she’s standing before me, bare and utterly perfect. My breath catches, my mouth going dry as my eyes rake over her. The curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the softness of her thighs—it’s too much.
The heat flares, sharp and all-consuming, and I let out a low, desperate sound, my hands curling into fists against the tiled floor.
“You need me,” she says simply, stepping into the shower.
The icy water hits her skin, making her gasp, but she doesn’t hesitate. She kneels in front of me, her hands reaching for my face, and the moment her fingers touch my skin, I shatter.
“Hailey,” I whisper .
Water droplets trail down her chest, over her perfect little breasts, over her hardened nipples, following paths I desperately want to trace with my tongue. The water makes her skin glisten, and when she runs a hand through her wet hair, the simple movement is somehow the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’m here,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my forehead. “Let me help you, Finn.”
Her kisses are soft, tentative, her inexperience showing in every movement. But gods, it doesn’t matter. Her touch is everything. It’s grounding and soothing and maddening all at once.
“More,” I plead, my hands sliding up her arms, pulling her closer. “Please, Hailey. I need more.”
She hesitates for only a moment before nodding, her lips finding mine. The kiss is slow, but it deepens quickly, her hands sliding into my hair as I pull her against me.
Her skin is warm and slick under my fingers, and I can’t stop touching her, can’t stop kissing her. The heat is like a living thing now, every nerve in my body screaming for release, and I let out a low, ragged moan as her hands move lower, her fingers brushing against my thighs.
“Hailey,” I gasp, my head falling back against the wall. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop. Her hands explore my body with a mix of curiosity and determination, and I can feel her growing bolder with each passing second.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “So fucking perfect.”
“Finn,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my neck. “ You are.”
Her hands slide lower, brushing just above the base of my aching cock. It’s like she’s testing her own courage, her touch featherlight and teasing. It’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.
“Hailey,” I rasp again. My voice has gone low, guttural. Every inch of me is trembling, strung tighter than a bowstring. My body is screaming for her, for more, for everything. I know what I need, and fuck, I don’t want it to be this way. But her touch…her scent…the way she looks at me like I’m not breaking apart in front of her—it’s undoing me.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I growl, my hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as I pull her closer. My skin is burning, the fire inside me roaring hotter with every second she touches me. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”
Her lips part, her cheeks flushed, but she doesn’t pull away. “I want to help,” she whispers, her voice soft but steady.
“Help?” I let out a harsh laugh, shaking my head as I stand and lift her, pressing her back against the cold tile. My hips jerk forward instinctively, the barest brush of my cock against her heat making me groan. “You don’t even fucking know what you’re getting into.”
And she responds. Fuck. Even with the icy water beating down on us, I feel the distinct slipperiness of her slick coating her folds.
Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers trembling slightly, but determined. “Then show me,” she whispers.
Something inside me snaps.
I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her surprised gasp as I kiss her like I’m starving for it. My hands roam her body, gripping her hips, her ass, pulling her flush against me as my teeth scrape her lower lip. She whimpers into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders, and it only makes me want her more.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I growl against her lips, my voice rough and shaky. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her body is soft and warm and perfect, and every touch of her hands against my skin sends sparks shooting up my spine. Her chest presses against mine, her nipples hard and pebbled from the cold water and the heat between us.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, even though I don’t fucking want her to. I don’t want to stop. Breaths pant from me as I drag my teeth along the curve of her jaw. I don’t want to fucking stop. My hands grip her thighs, lifting her higher as I press her hard against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heat pressing against me in a way that makes me see stars. “If this is too much, tell me to stop.”
She shakes her head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “Please, Finn. I want this. I want you.”
Her words are like gasoline on the fire roaring inside me.
“Fuck,” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. The tip of my cock slides against her slick folds, and I let out a low, guttural sound, my hips jerking forward of their own accord. “You’re so wet for me. You’ve been wanting this too, haven’t you?”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. “Yes,” she whispers, that sweet little voice, barely audible.
“Say it,” I growl. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you,” she says, louder this time, her nails scraping against my scalp. “I want you, Finn.”
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling forward as I push into her slowly. Inch by inch, her body stretches around me, tight and hot and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then and there.
She lets out a sharp gasp, her head falling back against the wall as her nails dig into my shoulders. “Oh gods,” she breathes, voice shaking.
I still for a moment, my forehead pressing against hers as I fight to keep myself together. “Are you okay?” I rasp, voice strained.
“Yes,” she whispers. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t try to pull away. “Just…give me a second.”
I nod, my hands gripping her thighs as I try to focus on anything other than how fucking good she feels. Her body clenches around me, and I let out a low whine, my hips twitching involuntarily.
After a moment, she shifts her hips, her breath catching as she adjusts to the stretch. “Okay,” she says softly, her voice trembling. “I’m okay. You can move.”
I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, before thrusting back into her. The sensation is overwhelming, her walls gripping me like a vice, her heat melting away the last shreds of my self-control.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I groan, my hands tightening on her thighs as I start to move. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. So perfect.”
She moans, her arms wrapping around my neck as she clings to me, her body meeting mine with every thrust. “Finn,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Oh, gods…”
“That’s it,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”
Her breath is hot against my neck, her nails raking down my back as her hips buck against mine. The sound of her moans, the way her body moves with mine, the way she looks at me like she’s being consumed by me—it’s making me fucking feral.
“You like that?” I rasp, my teeth grazing the curve of her shoulder. “You like the way I’m fucking you?”
“Yes,” she cries out. “Yes, Finn. Don’t stop. F-fuck me harder.”
Oh.
Fuck.
I slam into her harder, faster, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the small space. The icy water from the shower streams down our bodies, but it does nothing to cool the fire raging inside me.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her again and again. “You hear me? You’re fucking mine , Hailey.” How did I not realize this sooner? All that time researching bullshit on the Internet. It was clear as day from the start. Hailey is mine .
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m yours, Finn. All yours.”
The words send a jolt through me, and I bury myself deeper, my teeth scraping against her neck as I groan her name. She cries out, her body tightening around me as she trembles in my arms, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, my voice rough and shaky. “I want to feel you come.”
Her back arches, her head falling back as she cries out, her nails raking down my back as her orgasm crashes over her. The sight of her—flushed and trembling, her lips parted in pleasure—is enough to send me over the edge.
I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep as my release rips through me. My head falls forward, a low, guttural groan escaping me as I hold her close, my hands shaking as they grip her thighs.
For a moment, the world is silent, the only sound being the steady beat of the water against the tiles. Her pussy clenches against me, little flutters going through her core from the aftershock of her release.
It’s a struggle to pull myself from within her. I can’t take her again. Not so soon. I can’t be so selfish. I can’t.
Slowly, I lower her back to the floor, my arms still wrapped around her as I press my forehead against hers. Our breaths mingle, heavy and uneven, the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, but it comes out hoarse, a shadow of the gentleness I’m aiming for.
She nods, her hands sliding up to cup my face. “Yeah,” she whispers, voice still trembling. “I’m okay.”
But I’m not.
The heat is still there, simmering just beneath the surface, and I can feel my body already begging for more. My hands tremble as I pull away slightly, my chest tightening as I look into her eyes.
I try to step away. Hailey doesn’t let me.
“Finn…”
Fuck.
“It’s not enough,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes tight. “Gods, Hailey…you’re helping, but I’m a hungry, selfish fool. And it’s not enough. I need more.” But I already knew that would be the case. Just some foolish part of me hoping willpower alone could chase this away.
Hailey’s brow furrows, her hands tightening on my chest. “Finn…”
“I know what I need,” I choke out, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “And I fucking hate it.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I turn away, pressing my forehead against the cold tile as I try to steady my breathing. The heat is relentless, clawing at me, and I can feel the bond—or what’s left of it—pulling me toward them. Toward Stone. Toward Jax. Toward…Ren.
And it’s killing me.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of my harsh breaths and the water hitting the tiles. Then, I feel her hands on me—soft, tentative, sliding across my back. Her touch is hesitant at first, but when I don’t pull away, she grows bolder, her palms smoothing over my back, her fingers tracing the curve of my spine.
“Hailey,” I growl. “What are you doing?” I want to pull away, to warn her that I’m exercising every last shred of my control by fucking her just once , and that if I had my way, she’d be tied to that bed with my cock filling her again and again and again.
I want to warn her. I don’t.
“I’m helping you,” she whispers, her lips brushing against the wet skin along my spine.
A shiver runs through me, my body reacting to her touch despite the chaos raging in my head. Her kisses are soft, purposeful, trailing lower as her hands slide down my sides. I let out a low, guttural sound, my head pressing into the tile as my cock twitches, already hard again.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers curling against the wall. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
She hums softly, her lips trailing along the curve of my spine, her hands sliding lower until her fingers brush over my hips. “I think I do,” she murmurs, her voice soft but filled with a quiet determination.
I spin around so fast the water sprays in every direction, and she lets out a startled gasp as I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me. Her hands splay against my chest, her cheeks flushed as she looks up at me, her lips slightly parted.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, sunshine,” I growl, my voice low and rough as I press my forehead against hers. My erection presses against her stomach, hard and insistent, and I can feel her breath hitch as her hands slide up to grip my shoulders.
“I’m not afraid of you, Finn,” she whispers, her voice trembling but fierce.
I let out a low, dark laugh, my hands tightening on her hips as I lift her off the ground once more. “You fucking should be.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I press my mouth to hers again, kissing her deeply as I carry her out of the bathroom. The water drips from our bodies, leaving a trail I couldn’t care less about as I make my way to the bedroom.
The moment I push the door open, I see him.
Stone.
He’s pacing near the window, his movements tense and sharp, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His scent hits me like a fucking freight train, stirring something wild and angry inside me.
He freezes the moment we step into the room, those amber eyes locking onto us. His gaze flicks between me and Hailey, lingering on the way her arms are wrapped around my neck, the way her legs are locked around my waist. His scent spikes, heavy and tortured, and I can see the strain in every line of his body.
“Stone.” It comes out like a fucking whimper. Coupled with the fire in my veins, that only makes me more pissed.
He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. He just stands there, staring at us like he’s barely holding himself together.
I force myself to look away, my focus snapping back to Hailey as I carry her to the bed. My knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I lower her onto it, my hands braced on either side of her as I hover over her.
I can still feel Stone’s eyes on us, his presence heavy and suffocating, but I don’t care.
I can’t care.
This moment is about her.
Not him. Not Jax or Ren. Not the fucking bond.
Her.
“Hailey,” I murmur, my voice softer now as I brush a strand of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she looks at me like I’m the sun.
“Finn,” she whispers, her hands sliding up to cup my face.
I press my forehead against hers, my breath hitching as I feel the heat building between us again, hotter and more insistent than before. “I need you,” I rasp, my voice trembling. “I need all of you.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, but her voice is steady. Sure. Surer than how I’m feeling.
I kiss her deeply, my hands sliding down her sides as I press my body against hers. My cock slides against her slick folds once more, and we both let out a soft moan at the contact.
“I want you to mark me,” I say suddenly, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
Her brow furrows, confusion flickering across her face. “What?”
“I want you to make it official.” My voice is so low and raw the words sound strangled. “I want you to mark me, Hailey. Right here.” I tilt my head to the side, exposing the old mark on my neck—the one Jax and the others left when we first bonded. The one that doesn’t mean shit anymore.
Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she stares at the faded scar. “Finn, I… ”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I need this. I need you. Make me yours, Hailey. Fucking claim me.”
She hesitates for only a moment, her gaze shifting behind me—to Stone probably—before nodding. Her hands grip my shoulders as she pulls me closer. “Okay,” she whispers.
I push into her slowly, burying myself deep as she lets out a soft, shaky moan. Her body clenches around me, hot and wet and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it.
“Fuck, Hailey,” I groan, my hips rocking against hers. “You feel like heaven.”
Her hands slide around me, pulling me closer, taking me deeper inside her. I can feel the heat building low, swelling deep inside me.
“Do it,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her harder, deeper. “Mark me, Hailey. Make me yours.”
Hailey’s hands tighten on my shoulders, pulling me closer as her lips brush against my neck. Her breath is warm, shaky, and I can feel the hesitation in her touch. But when her lips part and her teeth sink into my skin, right over the faded scar, my entire world fucking shatters.
It’s like something explodes inside me, a wave of heat and pleasure so intense it feels like I’m being torn apart and put back together all at once. My body jerks, my cock buried inside her, and I let out a broken, guttural cry as the bite sends shockwaves rippling through me. Time fractures, space collapses, and all I can feel is her. Her scent, her body, her teeth sinking deeper into my neck as if she’s carving her name into me, claiming me as hers.
“Fuck, Hailey!” I gasp, my hips slamming into hers as I ride the crest of my orgasm. The pleasure crashes through me in wave after devastating wave, my entire body trembling as I empty myself inside her. My fingers dig into her thighs, my breath ragged and uneven as I bury my face in her neck, her name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
But it doesn’t stop.
The bite sends something else coursing through me, something deeper. It’s like a fire igniting in my veins, feeding the heat that’s already consuming me, driving it higher, hotter. My body feels alive, every nerve ending sparking like fireworks, and I can feel my cock hardening inside her again almost instantly, the need roaring back to life with a vengeance.
I shift her higher on the bed, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her again, harder this time, the sound of her soft, breathless moans spurring me on. “Gods, Hailey.” My voice is so low and thick with lust that I sound like some demon. “I can’t stop. I need you. Fuck, I need you.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, her legs locking around my waist as she arches against me. “I’m here,” she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear. “Take what you need, Finn. I’m yours.”
Her words only fuel the fire, and I lose myself in her, my hips pounding into hers as the bed creaks beneath us. But even as I bury myself in her warmth, something is missing. The bite has made the heat sharper, more intense, and I can feel it now—my body clenching, aching, needing something more.
My entrance clenches on nothing, the emptiness unbearable, and I let out a low, desperate whimper. My movements falter for a moment, my head dropping forward as I try to fight the instinct clawing its way to the surface.
But then I feel it—him.
Stone.
I don’t know when he moved closer, but I can feel him now, his presence looming just beyond the edge of the bed. His scent heady and overwhelming. It wraps around me, making my body tremble.
I glance over my shoulder, my breath hitching as my eyes lock onto his. He’s standing there, shirtless, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. His amber eyes have gone dark, tortured, his jaw tight as he watches us. I can see the restraint in every line of his body, the way his hands are clenched into fists at his sides, the way his gaze flickers between me and Hailey.
“Stone,” I breathe, my voice cracking .
He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. But the tension in the air is suffocating. What’s left of our bond is weak, strangled, a pathetic whimper against the vibrant, undeniable mark Hailey put on me. My heart shatters. How could I have forgotten? The memory of our bond, before the accident, before the lies, hits me hard. So strong, so vibrant, a constant hum beneath my skin. It had been everything—connection, belonging, love . How had I convinced myself, all these years, that the faint echo remaining between us wasn’t a gaping wound, but a bridge? That we weren’t fractured, broken, but merely…bruised?
But the raw, agonizing truth is that they’re still tethered to me, woven into the very fabric of my being, a connection that refuses to be severed, even in my anger, even in my pain. And despite the hurt, the betrayal, the raw, gaping wound of their deception, a part of me—a large, desperate, aching part—still wants them. All of them. Hailey, Ren, Jax, Stone. Their scents, their touches, their love… It’s a need that burns beneath my anger, a hunger that even their lies can’t extinguish. They’re a part of me, whether I want them to be or not, and the thought, even now, sends a shiver of longing through me, a desperate yearning for a wholeness I fear I may never truly have.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
The word hangs in the air like a spark, and it’s all he needs.
Stone steps forward. His hands go to his pants, and I can see the way his fingers tremble as he unbuttons them, the way his chest heaves as he kicks them off.
“You’re sure?” he asks, voice low and rough.
I nod, my breath hitching as I bury myself in Hailey again, my hips rocking against hers. “Yes,” I rasp, my voice trembling. “Gods, yes. I need you, Stone. I need…I need more.”
He’s on the bed in an instant, his weight dipping the mattress as he kneels behind me. His hands are warm and steady as they slide over my hips, his touch sending shivers down my spine .
“I’m going to take care of you, Finn,” he murmurs, that deep voice of his soft but firm. “I promise.”
I feel his lips against my lower back, his breath warm against my skin as he trails kisses down my spine. His hands grip my ass, spreading me open, and I let out a broken moan as his tongue flicks against my entrance.
“Fuck, Stone,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets as my body jerks at the sensation.
He doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, circling and teasing, coaxing me open as my hips rock against Hailey. The heat is unbearable now, every nerve ending sparking as he prepares me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me still. Beneath me, Hailey’s lips flutter against my chest, her tongue flicking over my skin before she finds my nipple. The sensation almost sends me over.
“You’re perfect,” Stone murmurs against my skin. “So fucking perfect , Finn.”
I whimper, my body trembling as his tongue slides deeper, his fingers joining in to stretch me. The pressure, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of being filled—it’s too much, and not enough, all at once.
“Stone,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “I need you. Please. I need you inside me.”
He groans, the sound low and guttural, and I feel him shift behind me. His hands grip my hips, steadying me as the blunt tip of his cock presses against my entrance.
“Shit, Finn,” he breathes, voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I glance back at him, my gray eyes meeting his golden ones, and I can see the guilt etched into his face.
“When the bond broke…” He pauses, his throat working as he swallows hard. “None of us knew what to do. The doctors said to keep things normal, to act like everything was fine. But we weren’t fine. We were fucking falling apart, and we didn’t know how to fix it . We shouldn’t have listened to them. We thought…we thought it was the right thing to do, but we shouldn’t have.”
I can feel his fingers tighten on my hips. “We never meant to hurt you, Finn. Not like this. Not ever.”
I shudder, my body torn between the fire of my heat and the storm raging inside my chest. His words echo in my mind— we never meant to hurt you . But they fucking did. They shattered me, left me alone in the wreckage while they carried on like nothing had happened. And now, he’s here, apologizing, asking for something I’m not sure I can give.
But gods, my body doesn’t care.
The heat is relentless, consuming, and all I can think about is how good I feel with Hailey beneath me and how empty I still am. My fists curl into the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I bury myself in her again, harder this time, a whine ripping from my throat.
“Finn…” Hailey gasps, her nails scraping down my back as her body clenches around me. Her voice is soft, pleading, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
My hips slam into hers, over and over, my cock dragging against her walls as I try to focus on her—on her warmth, her softness, her touch. But Stone’s presence is a weight on my back, his hands gripping my hips, his body pressed against mine as if he belongs there.
“Fuck, Stone,” I hiss, my voice low and sharp. “If you’re going to do it, stop fucking talking and do it.”
A low growl rumbles from his chest, and I feel his grip tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. “You’re angry,” he murmurs, his voice rough and steady. “You should be. I deserve all your wrath, Finn. I promise?—”
I snap my head back, glaring at him over my shoulder. “I don’t need your fucking promises,” I growl. “I need you to shut up and fuck me. ”
For a moment, he doesn’t move, his jaw tight. Then, without another word, he presses forward, the blunt tip of his cock sliding against my entrance. The stretch is sharp, burning, and I let out a low, guttural groan, my vision tunneling as he pushes inside me, filling me inch by inch.
The fullness is overwhelming, but that’s just the effect of an alpha’s cock. The heat flares brighter as my body clenches around him, and I can feel Hailey’s breath hitch beneath me as I move inside her again, harder this time.
“Fuck… Finn ,” Stone groans, voice low and strained. His hands slide up my sides, gripping me firmly as he pulls back before thrusting into me again, deeper this time. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t talk,” I snap, my voice trembling. “Just move.”
He does.
His thrusts are slow at first, as if he’s testing my limits, but I push back against him, forcing him deeper, harder. The friction is unbearable, every nerve in my body sparking as I rock between them—Stone behind me, Hailey beneath me.
The room is filled with the sounds of us—the slap of skin against skin, the ragged breaths, the soft, desperate moans. Hailey’s hands are everywhere, sliding over my chest, my arms, her nails biting into my skin as her body moves with mine. Beneath her softness, I can feel Stone’s strength, his cock stretching me, filling me completely, as if he’s trying to claim me all over again.
“Is this what you want?” Stone growls, voice low and rough as his hips snap against mine. “Is this what you need, Finn? To fuck your anger out?”
“I don’t need shit from you,” I bite out, my voice sharp as I thrust into Hailey, harder and deeper, making her cry out.
But it’s a lie, and we both fucking know it.
Stone’s hands grip my hips tighter, his pace quickening as he drives into me, the force of his thrusts sending me deeper into Hailey. She moans beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulls me down for a kiss, her lips soft and sweet against mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers. “You’re everything, Finn.”
Her words crack something inside me, and I let out a low, broken sound, my hips stuttering as I bury myself in her, the heat building higher and higher. Stone’s cock drags against that perfect spot inside me, and I let out a sharp gasp, my body clenching around him as the pleasure coils tight in my belly.
“Fuck, Stone,” I choke out, my voice breaking as my head falls forward. “Harder. I need…I need more.”
“Gods, Finn,” he groans, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve got you. I’ve fucking got you.”
His thrusts grow rougher, more desperate, and I can feel his knot swelling, stretching me even further. Oh….damn…fuck…shit. Oh, how I missed the feel of this. My body clenches around him, my cock throbbing inside Hailey as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.
“Stone,” I gasp, my voice raw. “I hate you.” Tears stream down my face. “I fucking hate you.”
“I know,” he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with pain. “I know, Finn. I’m so fucking sorry.”
His knot locks inside me just as my orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out, my entire body trembling as I spill inside Hailey, the heat and pressure overwhelming. I can feel her clench around me, her own release following mine, her cries muffled against my shoulder as she clings to me.
Stone’s hands slide up my sides, his touch steadying me as he buries himself deeper, his knot holding us together. “You’re ours, Finn,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “You can hate us with everything you have. We’ll take that hatred and hold it close, because it means you’re still here, still fighting. And we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to turn that hatred into something else. Into trust. Into love. Because you’ve always been ours, and we've always been yours. Even when we didn’t deserve to be. ”
For a moment, I can’t speak, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I collapse against Hailey, Stone’s weight a comforting pressure against my back.
And for the first time in the last few days, the anger doesn’t feel quite so heavy.