Page 34 of Knotted By my Pack (North Coast Omegaverse #3)

NOAH

She’s ravaged already.

Standing there in nothing but those pale pink panties, glossy-eyed, glistening, lips parted from Julian’s kiss. Her chest rises and falls in short bursts, and the scent of her slick is so thick in the air it coats my tongue.

My cock strains against my zipper, leaking into my briefs. The first hit of her Omega scent flipped a switch, but now it’s a goddamn blaze and I’m standing too close to not burn.

Julian backs off first, fingers brushing her jaw, his mouth damp with her taste. Elias is still crouched by her thighs, eyes locked on the shine between her legs where Julian’s tongue just left her dripping.

“You need a bed,” I say. “You’re not going to be able to stand soon.”

She nods, dazed. Her voice is gone. Doesn’t matter. She turns and starts walking toward the hallway, and we follow. Elias doesn’t even glance at us, just hooks his fingers in her waistband and walks behind her, guiding her.

The bedroom door clicks open. Julian pulls it closed behind us, locking it with a soft snick. I like that. I like the finality. The privacy.

She climbs onto the bed and kneels in the center of it, waiting.

Fuck, she looks good like that. Her thighs slick and parted, her nipples flushed and sore from all the mouths, her hair wild and tangled around her shoulders.

A weight settles in chest. She’s deep in it now, pliant and ready. All she needs is direction.

“On your back,” Elias tells her. His voice has that edge again, the one he never uses outside of sex. She obeys instantly, lips parted, arching to pull the panties down.

Julian stops her. “Leave them.”

She whines.

I climb onto the bed beside her and press my palm over the damp fabric. “Soaked.”

Elias kneels between her legs and pushes them open wider. “More than soaked.”

Julian takes her hand and guides it to his cock, pressing it against the outline through his pants. “He doesn’t have much time,” he tells her. “But I want to watch you take him. Just like this. With your mouth.”

She looks at me first. I raise a brow.

“You think I’ll say no?”

Her lips wrap around my cock the second I unzip. She moans around the head, tongue working slowly, eyes on mine.

Heat explodes through my spine, and I grip the headboard above me just to keep still. Her mouth is hot, wet, and she’s not shy about the noises.

Julian’s voice drops lower. “That’s it, pretty girl. Show him how good you are with that mouth.”

She bobs her head, taking me deeper. I twitch on her tongue, already leaking precum, and when she moans again, Elias drags her panties aside with a rough tug and leans down to bury his face between her thighs.

The sound she makes is guttural.

Elias eats like he’s starved. No teasing. No finesse. He locks his arms under her knees and pulls her flush to his mouth, licking her with hard, fast strokes that make her hips jerk.

She chokes on my cock, and the pressure spirals.

Julian moves to her other side and pinches her nipple, twisting gently. “You like being used?”

She nods without stopping.

I glance down. She’s drooling on me. The sight alone nearly finishes me.

Julian watches for a beat, then kisses her temple. “Let him fuck your mouth.”

I slide my hand into her hair and tighten my grip just enough to guide her. She groans, takes me deep, and stays there.

Throat clenched. I don’t move. I let her hold me down while Elias licks her like he’s trying to push her over the edge with tongue alone.

Her hips twitch.

Her body locks up.

She starts to come with a high sound and swallows at the same time. I drag her off my cock with a hiss, not ready to blow in her mouth, and she gasps for air, spit trailing from her lips to my shaft.

Julian grabs her jaw. “You’re taking him next.”

She nods.

Elias stands and wipes his mouth, his chin shiny. “Get on your knees again.”

She scrambles up. Elias grips her hips and pulls her ass back, lining himself up, then pushes in slowly. Her slick gushes down her thighs. Julian palms her breast, mouth at her ear.

I slide down beside her and let her kiss me through it, soft and desperate.

Elias fucks her deep, one hand wrapped in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Every thrust punches a sound out of her, muffled against my mouth.

Her body shakes with every stroke. I watch his cock disappear inside her, thick with her slick, and grit my teeth.

“Goddamn,” he mutters. “Still tight.”

Julian chuckles. “She’s always tight. Like she was made for it.”

I stroke her hair while she gasps through another thrust, and her thighs start to tremble.

“You gonna come again?” I ask.

She nods, barely able to speak. Her mouth opens, then closes, and her eyes go wide as Elias grunts and shudders behind her.

He pulls out slowly, her slick clinging to his cock, then rolls to the side. Julian climbs over her, pressing her back, and cups her face.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

He slides into her in one slow thrust. Her eyes roll back. I watch her chest arch, nipples peaked, skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

Her body’s flushed, ripe with scent. Everything about her screams Omega. And it makes my instincts snarl.

She moans his name. Her hands fist the sheets. Julian starts to move, slow at first, then deeper, faster. Her cries get louder. He grips her face, makes her look at him, then kisses her hard.

“You said you wanted to remember this,” he growls. “So you will.”

He fucks her until she’s shaking again, hips slapping against hers, the wet sound of her slick filling the room. I stroke myself slowly, watching, waiting.

Her scent gets sharper. She’s close again. He chases it, relentless, dragging every sound out of her until she’s screaming.

When he comes, he doesn’t make a sound—just clenches his jaw, buries himself to the root, and stills. Then he pulls out and leaves a kiss on her cheek.

“I have to go,” he whispers.

She nods.

He kisses her again and slips out quietly.

Elias stands and tucks himself back into his pants. “You’re not walking for a day after this.”

She hums, dazed and pretty and wrecked.

When the door clicks behind them, I move to her side and wrap her up, pulling her into my chest. Her body is slick with sweat and come, and she’s so soft now.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods and presses her cheek to my chest. “You’re staying?”

I grip her chin and tilt her face to mine. “Of course.”

She shivers when I say it. Her body already knows what’s coming. Knows I’m the one who can give her what none of them could.

She shifts against me, scenting me, then straddles my hips.

My cock slides against her slit, slick coating me.

“Noah.”

I grip her thighs. “You want me to knot you?”

Her breath catches. “Yes.”

I roll us over and press her into the mattress. Her wrists go above her head. I pin them there with one hand. My other hand grabs my cock and rubs it between her folds, soaking it.

She arches. “Please.”

I line up and press in slow, careful, filling her inch by inch. Her walls grip me tight. I hold her down and thrust, grinding into her deep.

Her mouth opens wide as my knot starts to swell at the base, already stretching her. She gasps as I lock inside her, deeper than either of them got.

“That’s it,” I groan. “You’re mine tonight.”

Her body clenches and pulses, milking me.

She sobs out a sound that makes my vision blur. I grind against her, knot fully formed now, holding us together.

I bury my face in her neck, licking the soft spot under her jaw.

Her scent explodes.

And she comes again.

Hard.

“Fuck, Noah,” she screams.

She’s still clenched around my knot, slick and swollen, her thighs twitching beneath mine. Her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded, hair spread across the pillow in a dark mess.

Every few seconds, her hips give a little jerk like she’s chasing after more, chasing after me, even though I’m already locked so deep inside her, there’s nowhere else to go.

I kiss the sweat off her temple. “Tomorrow, when you try to walk,” I murmur against her ear, “you’re going to feel all of us. Every stretch. Every drop. Every inch.”

A soft, broken moan slips from her throat. She bites her lip and arches up again, writhing against the swell of my knot as if it’s still not enough.

Her pussy clenches, fluttering tight around the base, and I hiss into her skin, gripping her thighs to hold her steady.

She’s flushed from her breasts to her ears. Every part of her says yes. Her body sings it. And I’m drowning in the proof.

“You’re unreal,” I breathe, dragging my mouth over her jaw. “My best friend. My Omega. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Her hips twist again and she whimpers, her eyes searching mine like she knows I’m about to say something I shouldn’t.

I bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to sting, forcing the words back down.

She doesn’t need love confessions right now. She needs heat. She needs to be used and adored and filled so full her mind goes blank.

“What do you need, baby?” I whisper, mouth brushing hers. “Tell me.”

She closes her eyes, breath catching. “More.”

Her voice is hoarse, wrecked, soaked in need.

“More?” I press.

She nods. “Put me on my stomach. Grab my hips. Play with my ass. Use me. Make me clench so hard you can’t think straight.”

I groan against her mouth. She’s a fucking menace.

“Ravenous little thing,” I growl, kissing her hard as I slowly shift our bodies. “Roll over.”

She obeys, moving sluggishly, still impaled on my knot. I guide her onto her stomach and lift her hips with both hands. Her thighs spread, her spine curves.

Her ass tilts perfectly up for me, slick still leaking around the knot, dripping down her legs and onto the sheets.

“Jesus, look at you,” I mutter. “Messy. Wet. So fucking greedy for it.”

Her ass clenches the second I touch it. I cup one cheek, then the other, spreading them wide so I can see where I’m locked inside her. The sight alone makes my pulse stutter.

“More,” she whines again. “Please, Noah.”

I press my thumb to the tight ring of muscle above her entrance, rubbing slow, shallow circles while she moans beneath me. Her body shudders.

She pushes back, grinding against the base of my cock. My knot swells even tighter, pulsing deep, locked inside the clutch of her pussy while her ass clenches rhythmically under my touch.

“That’s it,” I breathe. “That’s what you wanted.”

She nods into the pillow, her moans growing sharper, her hips jerking, chasing the friction.

“You need it everywhere,” I mutter. “You’re starving for it.”

“Y-yes,” she pants.

“Good girl,” I growl. “You take so much. I could stay buried in you forever.”

She bucks again, and I push deeper, even though I’m already lodged tight, the pressure unbearable. She’s clenching so hard, I see stars.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna lose it.”

She lets out a broken sound. My hand slides back down and I circle her rim again, stroking slowly as she writhes, gripping the sheets in both fists, her whole body twitching and begging and soaked.

When her orgasm hits, it’s sharp and fast. Her body locks up around my knot, every inch of her convulsing as she moans into the mattress, voice hoarse and needy.

She doesn’t stop moving. She grinds through it, body still greedy even as she falls apart.

I collapse over her, my chest to her back, both arms wrapping around her middle to hold her still. Her body melts beneath me, but her cunt keeps pulsing around the knot, dragging every drop from me.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper into her neck. “You’re everything.”

She sighs, content, her fingers tangling with mine.

The knot takes its time. I stay still, barely breathing, memorizing the way it feels to be this deep inside her. Warm. Safe. Claimed.

When it finally begins to soften, her body gives a soft twitch and I exhale slowly, feeling the gradual, exquisite slide of my cock as the knot slips free.

It’s a slow, full-bodied withdrawal, and she gasps when it happens, hips shaking, slick dripping between her thighs again.

I cradle her face, turning her head so she’s looking at me, even through the haze. “You’re okay?”

She nods and whispers, “More than okay.”

I kiss her, slow and deep, then lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. She clings to me, boneless, eyes closed as I rinse her body clean.

Her thighs part when I touch her, no resistance at all, just trust. I warm a towel and wrap her in it, pressing kisses to her shoulders, her cheeks, the soft curve of her stomach.

Back in bed, I rub salve on her thighs where Elias gripped too tight, and soothe the red bite mark I left on her lower back.

She watches me with something too tender to name. I kiss her ankle. Her knee. Her wrist. She pulls me down beside her and tucks into my side.

“You’re ours now,” I whisper into her hair. “No backing out.”

“I was never going to.”

I smile into the crown of her head. She burrows closer. Her breathing slows, and soon she’s out cold, body limp against me, her scent warm and heavy in the sheets.

When I’m sure she’s asleep, I reach for my phone on the nightstand.

Open the group chat. I call it “Omega Pack” and snap a photo of her tucked against my side, naked, flushed, dazed, marked with three different bites.

Her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks.

Her lips are parted just enough to show a bit of teeth.

Our girl, I type. She’s sleeping like she just got ruined by all three of us. Because she did.

Julian reacts with a flame emoji. Elias sends back: You better keep her warm. I want her walking funny for a week.

I laugh silently, tucking the phone away, then glance back at her.

All these years of aching. All those nights wondering if she’d ever want me back. I never imagined it would be like this. Not just sex. Not just instinct and biology. But this—her tangled in my sheets, her scent in my lungs, my knot still throbbing faintly with the echo of her pulse.

Better than anything I ever dreamed. Better than I deserve.

And still, somehow, mine.

No. Ours now. She is ours.