Page 130 of Knot That Serious

Eli’s lips parted, jaw dropping at the fullness.

And then they started all over again, an achingly slow ascent, and punishing descent.

“Raj, please,” she whined. She just wanted to move.

He waited until she was poised over him again. “Like this?” he asked, and dropped her. She wasn’t expecting it, and cried out as she took her own weight, took his length.

“Yes,” she breathed, and tightened her thighs, lifting herself up on him. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

Eli took her pleasure from him, finally able to control the speed.

Raj cupped her chest, stroking his thumbs over her nipples as her breasts bobbed in his grip with each shift of her hips.

She dragged her hands across his shoulders, biceps, chest. As if she was mapping him with her fingers, as if she’d forget.

But Eli doubted she’d ever forget the way he filled her, or the darkness of his gaze as his eyes met hers.

The next time she sank down, he thrust up, and she keened at the force of it.

Eli stiffened, clutching him to her as the pleasure swelled, expanding inside of her, threatening to take her under.

Raj’s steady thrusts built it within her, his hands dipping to her waist, gripping her and keeping her steady as he pulled her on and off him. But he didn’t slow down again; he followed her lead, letting her set the pace. And her pace was needy, desperate—she couldn’t get enough.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as Eli tilted her head back, letting it consume her. “Raj,” she whined. “It’s so—I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he said, voice deep and rough and still assuring. She rocked into him, his knot brushing against her entrance.

He nuzzled her chest, nose skimming against her clavicle, dragging south to her swaying breasts. The warmth of his lips closing around a nipple startled a moan out of her, and she arched her back, offering herself up to him.

Eli sank deeper on him, stilling at the tease of his knot, hovering over him.

“Want it?” Raj asked, lips slipping obscenely against her sensitive peaks.

She risked a glance down at him, biting her lip to keep her moans quiet, hips stuttering over the base of his knot.

“Ask for it,” he dared, staring up at her with his big, dark eyes, desire shining from their depths. His bottom lip clung to her as he spoke, and her entire body tightened, burning at the sight.

Want it? Ask for it.

She’d heard the words before. Through her bedroom wall. Beckett had said the same thing to Jack, the first night he’d stayed. He’d told Jack to ask for it, too.

Eli whined, lips parting, harsh breaths escaping as Raj wrapped his lips back around her, teeth teasing at the taut peak.

Had Jack and Beckett been in this position? Propped against the headboard with Jack in his lap and taking—

“What do you want?” he asked, rolling his hips against her, threatening to stretch her open around his—

“I want it,” Eli said, voice breaking into a whisper. “I want you, your knot,” she begged, trying to sink lower, but his hands on her hips stilled her. “Please!”

“Oh, my sweet, when you ask so nicely…” Raj cooed.

When Eli fought his hold again, he loosened his hands, letting her sink deeper. She was so wet, their thighs and his knot all slick from her arousal.

She took him with only a twitch of her hips, and the pressure and swelling heat finally released. Eli cried out as she went limp in his lap from the force of her orgasm. Thighs shaking, cunt squeezing, Eli let it wash her away.

“Fuck—“ Raj choked out. “I can—Eli,” he gasped, and surged up to take her parted lips. He cupped the back of her head, and Eli slumped into him, pleasure filling every one of her senses.

Then the world was turning and Eli stared up at Raj as he placed her gently against the bed. She curled her fingers around his hips, arched her back to keep him inside, and asked for more.

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