Page 19 of Knotted By my Pack (North Coast Omegaverse #3)

JULIAN

“We need to put our differences aside and help her,” I growl at him.

Elias presses on his cock through his pants before answering, “Yes.”

We walk toward the back.

The air is thick with her. Sweet and sharp, the scent of her slick heat buried beneath vanilla sugar and melted chocolate. I can’t focus. Can barely breathe.

Elias and I stand shoulder to shoulder behind Noah, teeth clenched, muscles tight, instincts flaring like live wire.

Cora’s heat is full-blown.

She’s burning up, sweat clinging to her hairline, her skin flushed. She’s pacing, frantic, tugging at her clothes like they’re suffocating her.

Noah touches her, brushes her hair from her face, and she presses into the contact like she might break if he stops.

“What do you need?” Noah’s voice is low, barely contained. He’s trying. We all are.

Her eyes flick between the three of us. Her lips part. “I think I need you,” she cries out, raw and desperate.

“Which one of us?” Elias growls, already agitated.

“I don’t care,” she snaps, voice thick with need, hands shaking as she curls inward. Her jaw is tight. She’s on fire from the inside out.

We’re all tense, coiled. None of us should be this close. But none of us is moving away, either.

Noah kneels in front of her. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

She’s breathing fast, thighs pressed tight, arms wrapped around her middle like she’s trying to contain herself.

Her scent spikes, dizzying. Salty with sweat. Sweet with arousal. The bakery hums with it, warm and heady.

“I know orgasms help with the heat,” I say before I can stop myself.

Her gaze snaps to mine. “Don’t say that word,” she whimpers, biting down on her lip.

Noah strokes her back slowly, his hand wide and grounding. She leans into it, gasping like just that touch is almost too much.

Elias crouches beside her, palms up. “Tell us what you need.”

“I don’t know,” she whispers, voice cracking. “I just—it hurts.”

Her body jerks, and she nearly falls, catching herself on Noah’s arm. I reach for her at the same time.

My hand lands on her knee, then slides up to her hip. She’s trembling. Not scared. Overheated. Starving. I can feel it in the way she presses into every touch.

Noah kisses the side of her head. “We’ve got you.”

She turns her head, locking eyes with me, and that’s when her hand drifts to mine. Fingers curled around my wrist. Then lower.

“Touch me,” she pleads. Barely audible, but the most demanding thing I’ve ever heard.

My blood roars.

Elias swears under his breath. “She’s burning up.”

I slide my hand down, gently pushing into the waistband of her leggings. Her hips roll eagerly, like she’s guiding me.

I tug them past her hips, dragging them down her thighs. She kicks them away with a whimper.

And then I see it.

The small black panties clinging to her, soaked through the fabric, dark with slick. Wetness coats her thighs. She shudders as the cool air hits her.

“Fuck,” Noah hisses beside me. “She’s soaked.”

Elias doesn’t move, just watches with wide eyes, his jaw locked tight.

I run a finger along the fabric, just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her head falls back, lips parted, hands fisting the hem of Noah’s shirt.

“More,” she gasps.

I press against her clit again, circling gently through the damp cotton. Her whole body jerks, a strangled moan tearing from her throat.

“She needs more than fingers,” Elias mutters.

“She needs relief,” Noah says, voice hoarse. “But not like this. It’ll hurt her if we’re not careful.”

My body’s already aching, every nerve screaming to be inside her, but Noah’s right. She’s too strung out to be touched carelessly.

“I can ease it,” I say. I meet her gaze. “If you let me.”

She nods, barely, eyes glassy.

Noah sighs, his hand still rubbing slow circles on her back. “We’ll help you out of this, okay?”

She lifts her hips wordlessly, body pliant as we peel her panties down. Her scent hits all three of us like a punch. My mouth waters.

“I’ve got her,” I say quietly, and Noah leans back.

I settle between her thighs and press a kiss to her inner knee. Her legs twitch, spreading wider. Her hands slide into my hair, trembling.

“Please,” she begs.

I press my mouth to her, tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the need pooling there.

On a deep moan I run my toungue roughly against her clit again. Her slick tastes so fucking good, I have to stop myself from releasing in my pants, my cock so hard it hurts.

She sobs out a breath, thighs closing in around my head. I drag my tongue over her clit, slowly, again and again, until her hips are bucking and she’s panting my name.

She’s so wet I could drown.

Noah strokes her hair, grounding her. Elias has her hand in his, pressed to his chest, murmuring quiet things that I barely register.

All I can focus on is her. The way she pulses against my tongue. The way her body arches every time I lick her just right.

Then she breaks. Her cry pierces the room, wild and guttural. Her body shudders as pleasure rips through her, her legs tightening around my head before going limp.

She collapses against Noah, chest heaving, lips trembling.

But the scent of her heat doesn’t fade. If anything, it gets stronger.

“Did it help?” Elias asks gently.

Cora shakes her head, eyes full of desperation. “It’s not enough.”

I wipe my mouth, breath ragged. “She needs more. Her body’s not going to calm down until it’s satisfied.”

She pushes up on her elbows, hair sticking to her damp cheeks. “Please.”

Noah starts to speak, but I’m already unzipping.

“I’ll go slow,” I say, more to her than anyone else. “I’ll take care of you.”

Her eyes stay on mine. She nods once, and that’s all I need. I work my pants down and pull out my cock.

I grip myself, hard and already leaking. Line up at her entrance. She’s still twitching from the last orgasm, so slick I barely need to push.

I ease in an inch at a time, groaning at the way she grips me. So hot. So tight. My head spins.

She gasps, hands flying to my arms, nails biting in.

“You okay?” I whisper, buried halfway inside her.

“Yes,” she pants. “More. I need more.”

Noah grips her shoulder, grounding her. Elias holds her hand again. And I thrust in the rest of the way, filling her to the hilt.

She cries out, back arching, and I growl low in my throat, biting back every instinct to go harder. Her walls clench around me like she was made for this.

Taking every inch of me. I can already tell how perfectly my knot will fit inside her.

Nothing has ever felt this good. She’s so slick I can barely hold myself back. Every thrust pushes me deeper into velvet heat, every moan from her lips unravels something inside me.

Her legs lock around my hips, pulling me closer like she’s trying to crawl under my skin.

Her scent’s changing again, sharper now. Pure arousal, thick and cloying, coating my throat.

Elias is on his knees beside her, hand smoothing over her thigh, murmuring to her while I move inside her.

Noah brushes the sweat from her temple, fingers gentle, almost reverent.

Then Elias is tugging up her shirt.

Her bra is already skewed from the way she writhed earlier, and it takes nothing for him to bare her chest.

Her nipples are hard, tight little peaks begging for attention. Elias bows his head, taking one into his mouth, and her gasp stutters through the air.

Her back arches into him, pressing her chest closer to his mouth, crying out at the way his tongue circles and flicks. Her walls clench at me, pulling me in deeper.

My thrusts get deeper. Slower. Her head tosses back, then snaps forward again when Noah cups her jaw.

“Cora,” he murmurs.

She turns her head on instinct.

And I watch him kiss her.

His mouth slants over hers, slow and firm, his hand sliding to the back of her neck. Her lips part, and he takes her in.

The sound she makes between both of us is keening. I swear her slick gets wetter. She clenches around me so hard my vision whites out for a second.

I could die, here and now, and not care.

Her body wants this. All of us.

My hands lock on her hips, and I drive into her again, burying myself as deep as I can go.

She moans into Noah’s mouth while her hips grind up into mine. I know I’m close. Too close.

The pressure in my gut twists sharply. It’s not just the edges of my orgasm. It’s lower. Heavier. My spine tightens, and something primal claws its way up. She never agreed to knotting.

“Julian,” Noah warns. His hand clamps on my shoulder, hard.

I try to pull back, but her legs tighten again, and she cries out, begging for more.

I grit my teeth. I can feel the stretch at the base of cock. My knot’s threatening to swell.

Fuck.

“Julian,” Noah says again, louder this time.

My hands tremble from how hard I grip her, trying not to lose control. I bury myself once more and groan through clenched teeth.

Then Noah yanks me back, and I rip out of her with a hiss, staggering, my body cursing the loss of heat. My knot pulses painfully, aching with the need to lock into her.

“Why?” she sobs, trying to follow, her arms reaching out. “Why’d you stop?”

“You were about to get knotted,” Noah says, eyes blown wide, voice thick with restraint.

Her chest heaves. “I don’t care. I need it. Fuck, I need it.” she almost sobs.

Noah moves toward her before I can even catch my breath. “Let me try.”

Elias steadies her as Noah kneels between her thighs, his pants already undone, cock heavy in his hand. He slides in slow.

She whimpers, and I can see her body welcoming him, just like it did me. Her hips rise, her mouth open in silent pleading.

He’s deeper now. Rocking into her with tight control, his hands locked on her waist, but his face goes tight.

One minute. Maybe two.

Then he curses and pulls out fast, groaning as he shudders just outside her body.

“This isn’t going to work,” he says, breath ragged. “Not like this. Whoever finishes will knot her.”

“We have to stop,” Elias says. His hand brushes her hair back, trying to soothe her. “She needs to be somewhere she can rest after.”

“Are you suggesting we move her?” Noah asks.

“She’s not going to settle like this,” I mutter. My voice is rough from strain.

“I need you to fuck me,” Cora moans. I don’t think she’s even aware of the conversation we’re having.

Her hormones are all over the place, and all she cares about is an orgasm.

“My place is closest,” I say after a beat. “Ten minutes, maybe less if I drive fast.”

Noah nods. “Do it.”

Cora’s clinging to Elias now, still squirming, whining under her breath. She’s past words.

Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide. She’s dripping, thighs slick, body pulsing in need. She won’t stop until someone knots her or she crashes.

We get her panties back on with effort, though they’re soaked and useless. Noah helps her into her leggings while Elias coaxes her arms into her shirt.

She keeps touching us. Hands drifting, pulling, nuzzling her face into whoever’s closest. My cock’s still hard, still aching, and she’s not making this any easier.

“Stay with me,” she mumbles against my neck when I scoop her up. Her breath is warm. Damp. She bites at my jaw, tiny little nips that make my pulse spike again.

“Soon,” I say through clenched teeth. “Let us take care of you first.”

Elias locks the front door while I carry her out the back, to my truck. It takes all three of us to keep her contained.

She’s writhing in my arms. Her scent coats my shirt, my skin, my mouth.

Elias throws open the truck door, and I slide into the back seat with her still on my lap. Noah jumps into the passenger seat while Elias takes the wheel.

The doors slam shut, and the truck roars to life.

The second we’re moving, she straddles me. Grinding into my lap like she doesn’t care we’re not alone. Her mouth is on my throat. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping down my stomach.

“Easy,” I whisper. “Almost there.”

She whines, pressing down harder, seeking friction. Her heat is back with a vengeance, and I grip her hips, trying to hold her still.

Noah glances back. “She’s not going to make it through the ride like this.”

“She’ll have to,” I grit out, muscles locking. “We do this now and she’ll get knotted in the back seat.”

She grabs my face, kisses me hard, and I damn near lose control again.

“Five more minutes,” Elias calls out.

Noah mutters something under his breath and turns back around.

Cora presses her forehead to mine. Her breath comes in fast pants, lips parted.

“You’ll have me soon,” I murmur, voice low. “Just let us get there.”

I feel her nod, barely, but her hips never stop moving.

And every mile feels longer than the last.