Page 40 of Knotted By my Pack (North Coast Omegaverse #3)

I blink, swallowing down the surge of arousal that threatens to drown me right there. “All of you?”

Julian’s voice comes from behind me, velvet and full of command. “You think we’d let you deal with this like it’s shameful? You’re our Omega.”

Our. My knees give.

They catch me between them. Noah’s arms wrap around me as Julian slides one hand down my spine. Elias doesn’t touch me yet. He just stands nearby, jaw ticking, scent growing richer as he battles every instinct screaming to mark me.

“Say the word,” Julian whispers into my neck. “Tell us what you need.”

I exhale with a sharp, aching sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a cry. “Take me home.”

Elias grabs the spare keys off the hook before I can blink, already moving, and Noah carries me to the back door. Julian opens it before we even reach it, holding it wide while his other hand presses against my back possessively.

I’m cradled in Noah’s arms like I weigh nothing, and I press my face into his throat just to inhale him. Sharp cedar and crushed black pepper. Masculine. Steadying. Comforting.

In the car, I’m laid across their laps like a fevered thing.

Julian strokes my thigh in slow, claiming sweeps. Elias drives with both hands on the wheel and his eyes darting to the mirror every three seconds.

Noah presses his palm over my belly, his thumb grazing low, teasing the waistband of my panties that are soaked through.

“Mine?” he murmurs without looking up.

“Yours.” I shudder.

Julian’s voice tightens. “Ours.”

The moment we make it into my house, I’m lifted again. They don’t argue. They don’t waste time. I’m carried straight through the front door, up the stairs, into the room that already smells like all three of them. Everything inside me screams “yes.”

The bed swallows me whole.

I fall back into the sheets, legs open, body pulsing. They surround me.

Clothes come off in quiet bursts. Elias peels his shirt up and over his head, jaw tight, eyes dragging over me like he’s never seen something so worthy of ruin.

Noah kicks his jeans off and climbs behind me, his hand already cupping the curve of my hip as he presses slow kisses against my shoulder. Julian kneels between my legs.

The glint in his eye is downright dangerous.

“You sure?” he asks, voice low.

“If you don’t touch me,” I rasp, “I will scream loud enough to shake the mountains.”

That’s all it takes.

Julian drags my panties off and buries his mouth between my thighs. Elias strips what’s left of my dress, tossing it somewhere behind him before he settles beside me, kissing the side of my throat like he’s starved for it. Noah bites the back of my neck. Heat and lust flood me.

Their hands are everywhere. Kisses down my sternum. Fingers spreading me wide.

Tongues trailing heat into every nerve ending. I’m climbing fast. Too fast.

My body rocks into Julian’s mouth while Elias sucks one nipple into his mouth and groans like it’s laced with ambrosia.

“You’re taking all of it,” Elias mutters. “So perfect.”

“You’re not allowed to stop,” I gasp, already shaking, already so close to losing it.

Julian pulls away just enough to look up at me. His lips are slick, and his voice is low and rough. “We’re going to take care of you. Every second of this heat. Every wave of it. You let go when you need to. We’ve got you.”

Noah wraps an arm around my torso and licks up the side of my neck, grinding his hips against my back. “You’re mine, Omega. Say it.”

“Yours,” I groan.

Julian’s mouth seals back over me, and I splinter.

It crashes over me like lightning. I convulse between them, hips jerking, breath broken. Elias kisses me through it while Noah bites my shoulder to keep from losing control too soon.

Julian pulls back slowly, licking his lips like he’s savoring the taste. “One down.”

“One?” I pant.

Noah flips me over gently. “You thought we were done?”

Elias presses a kiss to my temple and murmurs, “This is only the beginning.”

Their knots are inevitable.

Their bodies are hot and hard and perfectly synchronized. They touch me like they’ve done this before. Like this isn’t new. Like they were made to share me.

They hold nothing back. I’m Ruined. Lifted and split and filled in every way I’ve ever craved. They give and take and claim and soothe. And when I finally crash again, I don’t even know whose knot I’m pulsing around.

I just know I’m full.

Protected.

Claimed.

And still not satisfied.

Noah drags the back of his hand over my flushed cheek and chuckles low. “Think that’s round two done?”

Elias nips my jaw, biting down harder than necessary. “She’s still in heat.”

Julian stretches beside me, gaze possessive and heavy. “Then we keep going.”

And they do.

They take me again. Then again. Until the burn dulls into something warmer. Until I’m spent and boneless and strung out across the sheets with slick thighs and a sore, thoroughly knotted body.

They never stop touching me.

Soft strokes over my spine. Kisses along my hairline. Elias curls himself around my back and hums low. “We’re not done talking. Just… not now.”

I nod against his chest.

Julian kisses my knuckles. “When you’re ready.”

And Noah?

He presses his mouth against my belly and whispers, “You did so well, Omega.”

My body aches in the most decadent way.

I close my eyes, basking in the warmth of them. I can hear them get dressed, but I can barely form coherent thoughts.

They’ll fix the town. They’ll take down Lockwood. But tonight? Tonight, they work on fixing me.

I wake to the sound of Elias growling low under his breath. Not angry. Hungry. It rolls through the room like thunder right before a summer storm cracks open.

I’m drenched in come, still pulsing inside my body. My thighs stick to the bedding. My neck aches where teeth marked me.

They think I’m asleep. But I watch.

Julian is stroking himself just inches from the bed, standing in a shaft of moonlight, his cock heavy and flushed, the skin stretched taut as he works it in slow pulls.

He’s staring at Elias who is crouched between my knees, his tongue sliding across the inside of my thigh. Not touching me where I throb. Just licking me like I’m the dessert he hasn’t earned yet.

I shift slightly, pretending to stretch in my sleep. The movement draws all three gazes.

Julian. Elias. Noah. They turn to me like I just rang a dinner bell.

“You’re awake,” Julian says, voice low and thick. Not a question.

I nod. Barely.

“Good,” Elias mutters, licking his lips. “Then keep those eyes open.”

Noah sits on the edge of the bed beside me, hand smoothing along my hip. “You said you wanted to be bred. Again and again. Let’s make good on it.”

They take their time.

Elias hooks my knees over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs like he owns the place. His tongue slides in and out of me, slow and ruthless.

He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t ease up. He devours like he’s starving. His growls vibrate straight through me, my whole body tightening with the effort not to cry out.

Julian circles the bed, cock still in his hand. He presses the head to my lips, slick already dripping from the tip.

“Open that mouth, Omega,” he says, voice rough.

I do.

The taste of him spreads across my tongue, earthy and bitter and perfect. I suck him slow, head bobbing with his rhythm, my moans muffled by the fullness of him.

Elias doesn’t stop. He laps at me with merciless precision, dragging me closer and closer to the edge while Noah kneels behind him, watching with a hunger so sharp it cuts.

“She’s going to come again,” Elias grits out, voice muffled in my heat.

Julian’s cock twitches in my mouth. He slides deeper.

Noah’s fingers trace over my stomach, then lower, dipping between my cheeks to press against my slick entrance. “You ready for all of us again?” he murmurs. “You said you wanted to be bred full, didn’t you?”

I whimper, mouth still full, eyes watering from the pressure of Julian in my throat.

“She’s not going to last,” Elias mouths to Noah, lifting his face for just a second. His mouth shines. He presses two fingers inside me, curling them, and I break.

My thighs snap around his shoulders, back arching, Julian’s cock sliding free as I gasp and cry out.

My body pulses around Elias’s hand. The orgasm rips through me, liquid heat pouring out in waves. I pant, head tipped back, lips swollen and wet.

They move fast.

Julian positions himself between my thighs again. “Want to feel you clamp around my knot,” he says, lining up. “Still so full and needy.”

He pushes inside, thick and unforgiving. I stretch around him, body already slick enough to take him with ease. The stretch is sharp. Addictive.

Noah grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his chest pressed to mine, his breath warm on my cheek. “You’re not leaving this bed until we’re satisfied,” he whispers.

Julian thrusts. Hard. Deep. Over and over. The sound of it is obscene, wet, and relentless.

I’m a mess. Slick and sweat and breathless moans.

Elias circles behind me, parting my legs wider. “Hold her open,” he says to Noah, and Noah obeys, gripping my knees and keeping me spread as Julian pounds into me with brutal efficiency.

Elias’s tongue teases lower. He laps at the place where Julian disappears inside me, his breath hot on my overstimulated core. The shock of it nearly sends me over again.

“Too much,” I gasp.

“No,” Julian growls. “Exactly enough.”

He thrusts deeper, then stills, knot swelling inside me. I cry out as he locks in, the pressure unbearable and perfect.

He shudders. Comes hard. I feel every pulse, every throb as he spills into me. Warm. Endless. My body milks him, my hips grinding, chasing more.

Elias doesn’t wait.

Julian rolls to the side, keeping his knot buried, and Elias slides into the mess he left behind. My head spins. I didn’t know I could still want more. But the ache won’t stop.

Elias thrusts slow at first, then faster. Each slap of his hips sends sparks up my spine.

Noah keeps my wrists pinned, eyes burning. “Look at you,” he says softly. “So wrecked. And still begging for it.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” Elias groans. “Your body’s screaming for it.”

He fucks me through Julian’s knot, relentless, not stopping until I’m clenching around him again, voice gone hoarse from moaning. I climax again, writhing between them, my body convulsing with need.

He knots too. Buries himself deep and groans through his own release, thick heat spilling into me again. I’m filled twice over, and I still want more.

Noah pulls my wrists to his mouth and kisses the insides. “You need one more?”

I nod, too far gone to speak.

He slides into me the moment Elias slips out. My body’s beyond stretched. Beyond reason. I shouldn’t be able to take it. But I do. I always do.

He doesn’t go easy. He thrusts like a man possessed, sweat slick on his skin, his hands rough as he pins my hips.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

My body locks up as another orgasm builds. Noah growls low, knot already swelling. He sinks deep, thrusts once, twice, then locks in and stays there.

He spills inside me, heat flooding again.

I’m ruined. Gasping. Covered in them. Belly swollen. Slick dripping.

Noah strokes my cheek. “That’s our girl,” he says softly. “All filled up. Knotted by your whole pack.”

I barely nod, vision hazy. The room spins. Their scent is everywhere. My skin burns.

Julian presses his mouth to my shoulder. “You’re safe. Sleep, Omega.”

I try.

But even as I drift, I know they’ll wake me soon. Because this heat isn’t over.

And they haven’t had nearly enough yet.