Page 41 of Knotted By my Pack (North Coast Omegaverse #3)

NOAH

Idon’t think my body can survive another orgasm without at least one meal inside me.

I’m chopping vegetables, shirtless, sweat beading between my shoulder blades, trying to focus. Alec Vance’s name still tastes like rust in my mouth.

We should be planning, thinking ahead, doing anything but—

She walks in.

Barefoot. Hair mussed. Eyes locked on me like she doesn’t give a damn that Julian’s fixing the door lock or that Elias is pacing by the window.

She’s hunting. No trace of shame. Just a glazed, desperate hunger I’ve never seen from her, not even in the worst moments of the last wave.

She pads straight to me, nose flaring as she inhales.

“Cora.” I try to steady my tone, but it comes out rough.

“Can’t,” she whispers. Her fingers drag down my stomach, nails catching on the band of my sweats. “I need.”

Julian’s head lifts sharply. Elias freezes mid-step.

I glance toward them. We should stop her. Try to help her ride it out. There are things we still have to do, things that don’t involve bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her until she passes out.

But my cock is already hard, throbbing against the inside of my pants, straining like it’s the only part of me that gets to make decisions now.

She presses her body to mine. Slick stains my thigh through the thin cotton of her sleep shorts. Her heat’s come back with a vengeance, and this time, it’s not soft and slow. It’s violent. Wild. Consuming.

Julian moves first. His hand is already at her waist, pulling her back against him. “She’s burning up,” he mutters.

I can smell it, too. That sharp tang of need, sweet and thick, soaked through her clothes. Elias is beside us in seconds, one hand cupping the back of her neck.

“I’m cooking,” I say, stupidly, because it’s the only excuse my brain can come up with.

“She’s starving,” Elias snaps.

Julian already has her shorts down. Slick coats his fingers as he drags them between her thighs. “So are we.”

She moans like she’s dying, back arching against us. Her eyes meet mine.

“Please.”

Fuck it.

I grab her waist and lift her straight onto the edge of the counter, shoving the chopping board aside. She doesn’t protest. She spreads her legs wide, baring herself to us, mouth open, chest heaving.

Elias drops to his knees in front of her, tongue already out, and Julian strips off her shirt and tosses it behind him.

I kiss her hard, devour her mouth while Elias licks her open. She cries out into me, thighs shaking, hands gripping the edge of the counter. Julian’s kissing down her back, sucking marks into her spine, his cock in hand.

“She needs both of us,” he growls.

I nod as Elias steps back.

I line myself up with her soaked entrance and push in slowly, watching her eyes roll back as her body accepts every inch. She’s dripping. Hot. Clenching like she hasn’t already had us inside her today. I bottom out and groan through gritted teeth.

Elias stands next to her, hands fisted tight, watching her fall apart. “She can take more.”

She nods quickly, hips rocking into mine as I lift her up and hold her there.

Julian drags his cock between her cheeks, slicking it with her mess. “You ready, sweetheart?”

I brace her thighs and hold her steady as Julian presses in from behind. The stretch makes her eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. She’s gasping, helpless. Julian pushes deeper. Her whole body locks up for a second before melting around us both.

We’re fully inside, both of us, her body stretched to its limit. Her breath stutters. Mine stops altogether.

“Fucking hell,” I groan. “She’s so tight.”

Julian grips her hips and thrusts shallowly, setting a rhythm I match. It’s chaos. Pure, uncontrollable rhythm, bodies slick and straining. She’s gone—completely gone—head tilted back, moaning with every move.

“Can’t,” she gasps. “Gonna—”

“Let go,” I whisper. “We’ve got you.”

She clenches around us and comes hard, thighs trembling, nails raking down my chest. We don’t stop. Julian holds her upright while I slam into her from the front, cock swelling as I knot.

“Noah,” she whimpers.

I growl and lock in, filling her. She jerks between us. Julian’s thrusts grow rougher. He snarls something under his breath and buries himself with one final thrust, his knot locking beside mine.

Two knots. Her body’s stretched tight, full to bursting.

She goes limp.

“I think I’m gonna faint,” she murmurs, barely audible.

Elias catches her face in his hands, eyes softening. “Just breathe.”

Her whole body pulses between us. Her belly’s distended with the amount we’ve filled her. Her heat isn’t even peaking yet.

“This is insane,” she pants. “I hope you aren’t getting tired of this.”

Julian laughs quietly, forehead pressed to her spine. “Not when you taste like this.”

She sags into our grip, still twitching from the aftershocks. “I can’t move.”

Elias brushes her hair out of her eyes. “You don’t have to. We’ll do everything. You just let us take care of you.”

My knot’s still locked tight, and so is Julian’s. We’re stuck inside her for a while, both of us panting, sweat dripping. She reaches for Elias weakly, and he lets her pull him in for a kiss.

She’s flushed. Soaked. Shining with slick and come and need.

“I’m still hungry,” she whispers, half-crazed.

Julian growls against her skin. “We need to move her.”

I nod and we start moving slowly, carefully guiding her toward the couch in the living room. She whimpers when we shift her, the sensitivity making her squirm.

We ease her down gently. I lay beneath her, still buried deep, while Julian stays behind, both of us still throbbing, trapped.

Elias kneels by her head, stroking her cheek.

“You’ll be okay,” he murmurs. “We’ll get you through this.”

Her eyes flutter open. Wild. Ravenous.

“I need you again when the knots go down,” she says.

I grin, licking sweat from her temple. “You’ll get us. Every inch. As many times as you want.”

And she will.

Because this heat isn’t breaking anytime soon.

And neither are we.

It takes sixteen hours.

Sixteen brutal, perfect, merciless hours before her scent finally fades into something soft, barely there.

The fire in her skin is gone, though the imprint of it still lingers on every surface in this house. We’re wrecked. She’s wrecked. I think my spine forgot how to hold itself up.

Julian’s half-asleep on the floor with his arm still draped over her thigh. Elias made grilled sandwiches in the middle of it all.

I have no idea how he found the strength to slice cheese, let alone toast bread, but he pulled it off. None of us had eaten anything solid in a day.

Cora is curled in a blanket between us, blinking slowly like she’s still dreaming.

She takes one bite of the sandwich Elias made and barely chews before slumping back into the couch with it resting on her chest.

Her lips are red. Her throat marked. Her thighs glisten faintly under the edge of the oversized T-shirt she’s stolen from Julian. She doesn’t speak.

Just lets herself be passed from lap to lap, limb to limb, letting one of us stroke her back or kiss her temple while the others doze off in turns.

I press a hand to her belly. Still faintly swollen from everything we put into her. Knots. Hours of it. Again and again until her eyes glazed and her body gave out beneath us.

I’ve never seen anyone endure something like that.

Never had to hold back the edge of panic while watching someone come so hard she cried.

Or begged for a break between waves, only to grab one of us and pull us back in with that helpless sound that shattered every last bit of control I thought I had.

She’s strong. Braver than any of us.

Elias sits cross-legged across from us, eyes red-rimmed, sandwich crumbs on his chest. “She’ll sleep for a while now.”

Julian hums in agreement from the floor, not bothering to lift his face from her hip.

I brush a thumb over her cheek. “I’m glad we were here.”

Because if she’d gone through that alone…

No. I can’t think about it.

She shifts a little, nestling closer to me. I pull her in and press my mouth to her hair. Her scent’s changed. Still hers, but calmer now. Earthy. Sweet.

The kind of scent that says she’s safe.

Ours.

We’re quiet for a long time. Just breathing. Just holding her.

She deserves that. After everything.