Page 58 of Knot That Serious

Beckett didn’t bother hiding the curl on his lips. These two got along so well, even in the midst of a heat.

They were meant to be together, he thought, and not for the first time. Maybe it would be easier to convince them of it than he’d suspected.

They froze amongst their chuckles, and Eli released a sigh, her scent turning syrupy sweet once more.

With a glance between their tangled legs, Beckett realized Jack’s knot had finally gone down. “Congrats, you bickered Jack’s knot away,” he teased.

“Oh, thank god,” Eli huffed, and carefully extracted herself from Jack’s body… before launching at Beckett.

“Hey, I resent that,” Jack called out, amusement coloring his tone.

Beckett fell back on the bed with an oof and stared up at Eli, who straddled his hips. His legs extended, his feet ending up somewhere around Jack’s shoulders.

Blood rushed south so fast he went lightheaded with it as he felt Eli, wet and hot and dripping his boyfriend’s cum.

“Oh,” Beckett said, staring up at her.

“That’s all I get? ‘Oh’?” she questioned, glaring down at him. “Jack gets his hand held through knotting me and then a knee massage, and I get ‘oh’?”

Beckett let his lips curl in a slow smile. “You will get so much more than that, baby girl,” he promised, in that voice he knew made Jack melt.

She rocked against him, grinding over him, pressing his hard cock into his stomach, sliding herself up and down him.

Jack huffed from the other edge of the bed, and Beckett glanced around Eli’s body to see—

“Jack, I’ll kick you in the face,” Beckett warned, glaring down by his feet.

Eyes wide, Jack slowly leaned away, teeth bared and ready to chomp onto Beckett’s little toe.

“Quit looking at him,” Eli whined, and then his cheeks were being squished in her tiny hand as she turned his face up to hers. She continued grinding in his lap, and a spear of heat made him roll his hips up into her. Her sweet gasp filled the sudden silence of the room.

Beckett… grinned. And promptly rolled them over, pushing Eli down into the mattress face-first. Her hands fisted the blankets, and she got her knees beneath her, presenting proudly.

He stroked his hands up the back of her thighs, squeezing the globes of her ass before he pulled her apart with his thumbs. He swallowed a groan at sight of her, arousal slick and dripping pearly white.

“You got Jack’s knot already, his cum still leaking out of you, and you’re still jealous?” He breathed softly, hedging into this territory with delicate steps.

Eli whined and mumbled something into the bed that he couldn’t hear.

Beckett leaned over her, pressing his cock between her legs and draping himself over her back.

“What was that?”

“I’m the omega,” she answered, a petulant note in her voice.

God, he was almost dizzy with the power she and Jack were capable of handing him.

Beckett hummed distantly and dragged his lips across her shoulder.

“That’s right. And this is your heat,” he said, placating her as he trailed the length of her spine, finally pulling back. He wrapped a hand around his cock and nudged the head against her core, watching her arch back into him as if to get him inside faster. “You should be the center of attention, right?” he clarified, continuing to do nothing but tease her, brushing the tip against her clit and then back again.

“Yes,” she agreed, and Beckett palmed either side of her hips, holding her still.

Beckett heard her breath catch in anticipation as he dragged against her, pausing at her entrance. He pressed inside, slow and painfully delicate.

Eli rolled her forehead against the mattress before pressing her cheek into it.

“I know,” he cooed. Beckett was a bit thicker than Jack, but the slide was made easier from the mess the other alpha had left.

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