Page 14 of Knot the Stray

Edward drops his head against my wet skin with a deep groan. “She’s so fucking sweet.”

Jake trails kisses along my collarbone. “Then make her come.”

“Fuck, yes.” I toss my head back with a loud moan.

Edward increases the pace. Tension coils tight in my stomach. The ache demands an explosive release. Jake keeps working my nipples, rolling the hard buds between his fingers. Nolan traces the shell of my ear with his tongue, adding to the sensory overload.

“Give it to us,” Nolan commands, his grip on my wrists tightening. “Come for us, sweetheart.”

The pressure builds into a massive crest. I chase the feeling, bearing down against Edward’s mouth. The orgasm rips through me. A raw scream tears from my throat. My vision goes white.

My muscles lock tight as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over my system. Edward continues to suck through my orgasm. I purr, satisfied and drowning in the sensation of three Alphas keeping me grounded through the storm.

Knot Letting You Go

Nolan

The scent of vanilla bean and toasted sugar floods the small living room. The sweet aroma coats my tongue and sinks straight into my lungs.

I spend my days grading high school science papers. I teach my students to trust absolute truths. I build my world on structure and observable data. But the second her scent hits the air, all my discipline falls away. My control shatters into a million pieces, overridden by an instinct-driven need. We aren’t dealing with a Beta. The woman who consumed our every waking thought for the past three days is an Omega. What matters more, she’s our Omega.

I want to claim her and mark her as ours. The realization hits my system like a freight train. Rooted to the rug, my body goes rigid with need. My cock aches against the tight denim zipper of my slacks. A dull throb radiates from the base of my spine.

On the faded floral sofa, Jessie’s skin glows under the dim light. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths as she crashes down from her first intense climax. A mottled red flush covers her neck and chest. Her eyelids flutter. Her mouth hangs open, letting out broken pants. She looks wrecked, sensitive, and begging for more.

Looking up, my gaze meets Jake’s. His dark eyes burn with frantic energy. Shifting my focus to Edward, the broad man runs a shaking hand through his hair. His wide chest expands on a deep inhale. We share a silent, communicative look. Every glance we pass between us speaks volumes. No one fights for dominance. Years of living together, working together, and functioning as a unified pack mean we don’t need words to form a plan. Our shared body language confirms we’re all aligned.

“The living room sofa won’t work for this.” Stepping closer to the coffee table, I take charge of the logistics. “We need to get her to a real bed to handle the rest of this Heat.”

Jake steps forward. “I’ve got her. Get the blankets out of the way, Nolan.”

“We get to worship her all night.” Edward stays close to Jake’s shoulder, his voice dropping into a rough timber. “I want to take our time. I want to spend hours making her feel good.”

“We aren’t rushing a single second.” Jake slides his large arms under Jessie.

Scooping her up from the cushions with practiced ease, she offers zero resistance. She goes pliant and soft against his chest. A desperate, needy whimper escapes her lips. Her skin burns from the sudden hormonal spike, craving more friction.

“Don’t stop.” Twisting her hands into the fabric of Jake’s shirt, her hips jerk. “Please.”

“We aren’t stopping, sweetheart.” Jake presses a kiss to her messy hair. “We’re taking you to bed.”

“Just a few steps, Jessie.” Offering a reassuring smile feels right, even though she can’t focus her eyes. “We’ll get you comfortable.”

I turn away from the sofa, taking the lead. The studio apartment layout means the bed sits just a few feet away, tucked into the far corner of the large room. The storm rages against the windowpanes, battering the glass with rain and hail. The noise fades into the background. My focus narrows down to the woman in Jake’s arms.

Stepping up to the large, unmade bed, I grab the edge of the soft quilt. I pull the blankets back.

“Set her down in the center.” A gesture toward the mattress guides Jake.

Reaching up, my fingers pull the dark frames from my face to set them on the edge of a nearby wooden dresser. My hands go to work on my clothes, unbuttoning the tailored shirt before pulling the fabric off my shoulders and tossing it onto a chair. Discarded clothes pile up on the worn rug. The sound of zippers and denim hitting the floorboards echoes in the space. I kick my shoes aside, letting my socks hit the pile.

“The heat in here is insane.” Edward steps up to the edge of the bed. His large frame blocks out the light from the kitchen area. “My blood feels like it’s boiling.”

“It’s her scent.” My fingers undo my belt buckle, and my slacks drop to the floor.

Jake carries Jessie to the corner. He sets her down on the center of the mattress. Backing up a step, he reaches for the hem of his gray t-shirt. He pulls the cotton over his head, revealing his broad chest and thick arms. Tossing the shirt aside, his hands go to work on his belt buckle.

The three of us crowd the compact sleeping area. The temperature in the apartment skyrockets, turning the space into a sweltering furnace. Sweat beads on my forehead. My breathing turns shallow and fast.