6. Knot Letting You Go
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.
Edward kicks off his scuffed work boots.
Unbuttoning his faded denim jeans, he pushes them down his thick thighs, leaving him bare.
His impressive, thick cock springs free, hard and twitching with anticipation.
A drop of clear fluid gleams at the tip.
Jake shucks his uniform pants and boxers a second later, his own long, thick shaft bobbing against his stomach.
My boxers hit the floor next. Exposed to the cool air of the room, an intense throb pulses through my cock. The thick head leaks a drop of pre-come, a testament to how fast she unravels my control. My knot aches beneath the skin, a hard, demanding bulb begging to claim her.
Taking a second by the edge of the mattress, my gaze sweeps over her.
The confident, reserved veterinarian who stared us down in the clinic lobby is gone.
The guarded walls she built around herself vanished.
She lies on the sheets, stripped bare and relying on us to give her relief.
Her dark hair falls in a chaotic mess across the white pillows.
Her chest rises and falls with rapid, needy breaths.
Parting her thighs wide open exposes her slick, swollen folds to the cool air.
The wetness shines under the apartment lights.
Jake drops to his knees at the edge of the mattress. “She looks perfect.”
Edward climbs onto the bed. “She does. I want to worship every inch of her skin..”
A fierce need to bond with her and keep her safe from the rest of the world consumes my thoughts. I want to build a life with her. I want her to wake up in our house every morning.
“Please.” Arching her back, her hips jerk off the mattress in a restless, seeking motion. “I need more. Don’t leave me.”
“We’ve got you, sweetheart.” My knees sink into the mattress at the foot of the bed. “We aren’t going anywhere.”
Jake climbs onto the bed behind me. “You have three Alphas ready to worship you. You don’t have to fight this alone anymore.”
Moving in, the three of us surround her to claim our spots. The undeniable scent of her arousal fills the corner of the room, demanding a response. Positioning myself right at her feet locks my gaze on her flushed face.
Meeting Jake’s eyes over her body, the plan solidifies. “I’ll take the front. Edward, you take her mouth. Jake, prep her for the back.”
I settle flat on my back against the mattress.
I hook an arm around her lower back, guiding her up.
She swings a leg across, straddling me. Once she settles her weight on top of me, I grip her hips tightly.
The heat radiating off her skin sets my blood on fire.
The slick wetness from her pussy coats my stomach.
Jake stands at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes scanning the studio apartment. “We need lube. Do you have any?”
Jessie rests her hands flat on my chest, her fingernails digging into my skin. “Suitcase. Front pocket by the door.”
Jake turns and crosses the room. The zipper of her worn luggage echoes in the quiet space a second later.
“Look at me, Jessie.” I keep my voice firm, demanding her attention.
She opens her eyes. Her gaze is dark with lust. “Give it to me.”
I guide the thick head of my cock to her wet opening.
The slick heat of her arousal coats my tip.
She pushes her hips down, sinking onto my length.
A loud groan tears from my throat. Her pussy stretches to accommodate my width, wrapping around me in a tight, scalding grip.
I brace my hands on her waist, pushing up to meet her downward plunge. I find a hard, driving rhythm.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Sweat drips down my forehead.
Edward crawls onto the mattress near the head of the bed. He settles on his knees right beside her pillows, his thick cock standing at attention. He doesn’t say a word as he offers himself as an option.
Her gaze darkens as she spots him. She drops her upper body over my chest, bracing her small hands on Edward’s broad thighs.
She traces her fingers up his hot shaft, drawing a rough, appreciative groan from his throat.
Seeing her claim Edward like that drives my arousal higher.
She isn’t a passive participant. She knows what she craves, and she goes after it.
“Fuck, yes.” Edward drops his head back, granting her full access. “You run the show, sweetheart. Take all the time you want.”
She leans in, dragging her tongue up his length.
She dictates the pace, teasing the sensitive tip with her lips before taking him into her mouth.
She establishes a deliberate, drawn-out rhythm, savoring the control.
She stalls, making a show of worshiping him on her own terms. Her slow pace buys us time.
It gives Jake the window he needs to dig the lube out of her bag and crawl back onto the mattress.
He kneels right behind her round ass. He coats his long fingers in the slick liquid. nudges my thigh. “Shift your legs a bit, man. I need an angle.”
I let my legs fall wider on the mattress, giving him better access.
Jake leans over to get her ready for the next step. He traces the tight ring of muscle, pressing his thumb against the entrance. “Relax for me, Jessie. Let me in.”