Page 20 of Knotted By my Pack (North Coast Omegaverse #3)

ELIAS

Once we arrive at Julian’s house, Noah lays her down across his leather sectional, her body arched, flushed, needy.

She’s writhing like she can’t get comfortable in her own skin, like the ache is too much to contain.

Her scent’s even heavier here, baking into the walls already, and every breath we take drags it deeper into us.

I press my back to the counter and try to think clearly, but it’s a joke. We’re already too far gone.

“Are we really doing this?” Noah’s voice is rough. “She can barely string a thought together, and we’re talking about… Isn’t this taking advantage?”

Julian tosses him a look. “You’re asking the wrong people. None of us are thinking straight either.”

He grabs bottles of water from the fridge, tosses one to Noah, one to me. I catch it, crack it open, and take a gulp I barely taste.

Cora tries to sit up, but she ends up flopping back against the cushions, groaning low in her throat.

“You sons of bitches better fuck me right fucking now,” she breathes out, glaring at us like we’re the ones who lit the fire inside her.

Julian laughs under his breath. “Hydrate, sweetheart.”

She swats the water away. Noah kneels beside her, brushes her sweat-damp hair from her face, his voice soft but gravel-rough. “Tell me what you want.”

Instead of answering, she grabs his face and kisses him. It’s raw. Hungry. Her lips parting on a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Her nails dig into his shoulder as she clings to him.

When she breaks the kiss, her eyes glaze again, and she starts rocking her hips against the cushion, chasing friction.

Noah looks at us. “Yeah. No way she’s deciding anything right now.”

“So we decide,” I say before I can second-guess it. My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. I’m stripped down to instinct.

She’s right there. Open. Overheated and overwhelmed.

“I want to kiss her first,” I say out loud before the thought even settles. Julian’s already dropping onto the couch, stretching her legs across his lap, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“Please, don’t knot me,” she begs, voice cracked and uneven.

Julian strokes himself slowly. He’s already thick and hard, veins standing out along his shaft as he fists it once, twice. His other hand strokes up her calf, slow, teasing.

“Elias,” he says without looking up. “Undress her. We’re wasting time.”

I move before my brain can catch up. She’s so warm under my touch. I peel her shirt over her head, baring flushed skin and taut nipples.

Julian leans down, mouths one immediately, groaning like he’s starving. Her back arches, hips jerking.

I slide my hands down her stomach, unfasten the drawstring of her leggings, and tug them down her thighs.

She’s soaked, panties clinging to her, wetness shining on the inside of her legs. I press a palm to her mound and she cries out, shoving into my hand, desperate.

“Get rid of them,” Julian says, voice low and firm.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down slowly, dragging my knuckles against her trembling thighs.

“Hands and knees,” Noah murmurs to her. She moans but shifts, climbing forward on the couch, chest down, ass high in the air.

Her legs are shaky, her arms barely holding her up, but she obeys like she’s made to.

Julian’s behind her in a blink. His hands drag up her thighs, gripping her hips, spreading her wide.

I watch his mouth press against the back of her neck, see the way she shudders under him.

“Here we go, princess,” he breathes against her skin.

Then he’s inside her in one thrust. The sound she makes nearly unhinges me. He grits his teeth, stills, buried to the base, his head falling forward as he groans long and low.

She’s tight, wet, clenching hard around him.

“Fucking hell,” Julian growls.

Her back arches, nails digging into the cushions as she tries to push herself back onto him, but he holds her hips still.

“She’s not going to last,” I say, kneeling beside the couch, stroking a hand over her spine.

“Neither am I,” Julian huffs, voice strained. His hips jerk once, twice. He’s trying to pace himself, but it’s not working. She’s pulling every last bit of control out of him.

Noah kneels in front of her again, cups her face, and kisses her gently. She moans into his mouth, breath shaky, hips moving with every thrust behind her.

“She’s close,” Julian grits out, voice sharper now. “But if I stay in, I’ll knot.”

He groans, jerks his hips hard once more before pulling out fast, just in time. His cock is slick, flushed, twitching in the open air. “Someone else... before I lose my damn mind.”

“I got her,” I say, even as my chest tightens.

She’s gasping now, half-crying, reaching behind her, empty and desperate.

“Please,” she begs, voice cracking. “Don’t leave me like this.”

Noah lays a hand on her lower back, grounding her. Julian steps aside, still breathing hard, watching as I position myself behind her.

I’m barely inside her before I know I’m in trouble.

She drags a broken gasp from her lungs as I sink in, her slick heat gripping me like nothing I’ve felt in years. It’s too much.

She’s too soft. Too tight. I push deeper, my hands anchored on her hips, trying to keep myself steady, but my pulse is racing like I’m chasing something I can’t catch.

Cora moans, long and deep, like it’s being dragged out of her. Her body rocks into mine without hesitation, back arching, begging for more without a single word.

I thrust once. Then again. The slick pull of her walls nearly chokes me. My eyes roll back. She’s squeezing down so hard I see white. My hands fist into her hips.

One more stroke and I—

“Elias,” Julian snaps from somewhere behind me. “Slow down. You’re about to—”

“I know,” I grit, biting it out through clenched teeth. “I can’t—”

“You’re going to knot her.”

I jerk back, muscles locking. The pressure in me is a sharp twist. I’m so close it’s painful. Another thrust and I won’t be able to pull out in time.

“I have to get out,” I groan, and I do. Fast. Barely.

The second I’m free, I nearly collapse to my knees. My cock is flushed, leaking, twitching at the air like it’s lost.

I stroke myself once, twice, trying to calm the need thrumming in my gut, but the sight of her—slick, open, still wanting—only makes it worse.

Julian moves in. His hands slide under her knees and flip her gently onto her back. Her eyes are glazed over. Her chest heaves like she’s just run miles.

Her lips part in another moan, but nothing forms.

Only need.

“We’re not done with you,” Julian mutters, kissing her thigh.

Noah and I move in too, each of us taking a leg, holding her open as Julian lowers his head.

His tongue drags up her slit slowly. She jerks, cries out, hands fisting into the cushion behind her.

He starts to eat like he’s starved, like every slick sound from her only fuels him more. I lean in from the side, trailing kisses across her stomach, stroking her breasts as she twists and arches. Noah grips her hand, pressing a kiss into her wrist.

She comes. Twice. Hard. Her legs shake. Her body tenses, then goes lax. But it’s not enough.

She still writhes beneath us, lips parted, whimpering. Her body is still begging, clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

“Still burning up,” Julian mutters, licking his lips.

“She’s not going to break this way,” Noah says. “We’ve tried everything.”

We all fall silent. She’s there between us, sweat-slicked and flushed, a mess of moans and heat. It’s all instinct now.

The kind of want that strips down whatever’s left of restraint. I’m hard again already. Julian’s still dripping. Noah hasn’t even had his turn yet.

He leans over her slowly, bracing himself with one hand beside her head. “You want me now?” he murmurs.

She doesn’t answer. She just pulls at his neck and kisses him hard, biting his lower lip, dragging another groan from his throat.

Noah doesn’t hesitate. He lines himself up and slides in slowly. Her moan rips through the air. Her legs wrap around his hips, drawing him deeper. And he gives her everything.

She gasps again. Her back arches, nails clawing at his shoulders as he starts to move.

Deep, even thrusts, rocking into her like he’s determined to tear the heat out by force. Julian and I sit back and watch, stroking ourselves as he works her over.

Every thrust pulls a sound from her. Sharp. Shaky. Wrecked. Her body jerks beneath his, wrapped around him like she doesn’t know how to let go.

Noah presses his forehead to hers, gritting his teeth as he grinds deeper.

She starts to break again. Another orgasm wracks through her, then another. I lose count after four. Her hands claw at anything they can find—cushions, skin, air.

She’s keening now, body clenching around him so tight that Noah stutters for a second, groaning into her mouth.

“I can’t knot her,” he pants. “She can’t take it.”

“Then don’t,” Julian says, breath hitching. “Finish outside. Just don’t stop yet.”

Noah keeps going. He lowers himself fully on top of her, moving with slower strokes now, as if coaxing the last of her heat from her body.

His hand slides under her knee and lifts it, adjusting her angle. Her body opens under him, every inch of her bared and marked with our attention.

She cries out again, her voice hoarse now. Her legs start to go limp, her hips only barely responding. And then it happens.

Her body tenses once more, thighs clamping around him, her breath catching. She lets out a long, broken sob of release and then collapses beneath him, boneless.

Her heat cracks like a storm breaking. We all smell it at once. The shift. The edge of desperation slipping into a sated calm. Her scent changes. No more fire. No more wild ache.

Noah pulls out just in time, releasing across her stomach with a low groan, his muscles flexing from the effort not to knot.

Julian and I finish seconds later, stroking through the last of it, panting. Watching her. Watching each other.

Her body glistens, limp and warm on the couch, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She’s out. Not unconscious. Just overwhelmed. Wrecked in the best way.

I wipe her clean with a towel I grab from the kitchen. Noah lifts her into his arms carefully, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“She needs rest,” he says.

Julian runs a hand through his hair, nodding once. “Let’s take her to my room.”

And we move, quietly now, the three of us padding through the house like something holy just happened. And maybe it did.