Page 131 of Knot That Serious

“Keep going,” she pleaded.

Raj’s hand sank into the pillow beside her as he settled between her thighs, and—

Light shuttered behind her lids as he moved, dragging his knot against her sweet spot.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, hands slipping against his sweat-slick skin.

She tilted her head back into the pillows, and Raj’s mouth descended to the mark he’d left. The sharp pain only heightened the pleasure, and Eli couldn’t tell if another orgasm began or if the one she’d had never ended.

Raj stirred himself in her, hips slapping against hers in a filthy symphony, echoed by her moans.

She couldn’t decide where to put her hands, and tangled one in his long hair, spilling over his shoulders to obscure her vision.

There was something more waiting, and Eli felt so close and yet was already there.

“Please, Raj,” she whined, arching into him, desperate for anything he’d give her.

“I want to feel you again. Come for me,” he said, and tilted her to—

He suddenly felt so impossibly big inside her, his knot tugging at her entrance on every withdrawal, and Eli shattered anew.

“That’s it, fuck, I’m—” His rhythm stuttered, then halted altogether for a split second, and Eli felt the rush of his release inside her before he moved again.

Before she could shout, his lips met hers, tasting the pleasure from her tongue as it ravaged through her for the second or third time—she wasn’t keeping count.

All she knew was the blissful receding tide, leaving her limp and open and… vulnerable beneath Raj.

He broke the kiss, and the room was quiet except for her pounding pulse and their rushing breaths.

Eli stared up at him and felt a sudden rush of tears that she hid by burying her face in his chest.

“I know,” he said, so softly that her sinuses burned. “I know.”

Raj cradled her to him, rolling over gently so she was curled up on his chest. Even with sweat drying to them, he pulled a sheet over them, and Eli balled a corner of it in her fist and curled it under her chin.

“‘Thank you’ feels silly, but…” He trailed off, and Eli giggled wetly against his chest.

“I know what you mean,” she said, voice wobbly.

“Get some sleep, my sweet.”

Eli nuzzled into his chest, knot still inside her, citrus scent surrounding them both, her chest tight with something… big.

She felt like something had changed—something monumental had shifted, and she didn’t know what.

At least not right then, with drowsiness weighing down her eyelids. Feeling safe and… adored.

She fell asleep with Raj stroking her back, pretending she didn’t recognize the shape his fingers made.

26. Old Times

Eli

“You do this every morning?” Raj asked as her alarm pulled them from sleep. Sometime during the night they’d drifted apart, and Eli woke with him spooning her.

“Yeah,” she said softly, and for the first time she dreaded going into work, leaving this handsome alpha all alone.

Raj squinted at her when she rolled over to face him. “I think I regret keeping you up so late.”

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