Page 129 of Knot That Serious

So when Raj finally trailed his touch south, Eli encouraged it, whining for it like a good little omega.

“Christ,” he whispered upon sliding his fingers between her folds, discovering how wet she was for him.

“Keep going,” she told him, rocking into his touch. She shivered at the first brush against her clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, reverence in his voice.

Eli nodded, gasping as he explored, slipping a finger inside her. “For you,” she said.

Raj sucked in a breath at that, and Eli traced the shape of his broad shoulders with her hands, tangling her fingers in his low bun before unraveling it.

“I love your hair so much,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

“So are you,” he said, their voices soft in the privacy of the moment. Just then he spread his fingers, opening her up, pressing against that spot inside her. Her hips jerked at the sensation, and she moaned softly.

“Beautiful,” he purred.

Eli melted against him at the vibration, letting her cheek rest against his shoulder. His scent was fucking delicious, and she mouthed at the part of his neck she could reach before she realized his stupid shirt was in the way.

“Off,” she said, pouting as she tugged at the fabric.

Raj chuckled and withdrew his fingers to get rid of it before slipping one beneath the fabric of her panties.

“S’only fair,” he said, and Eli sat up to let him drag the fabric, dark and damp with her arousal, down her thighs. She lifted one leg at a time and they giggled together as she almost fell over, steadying herself with his shoulders.

They made quick work of her shirt and his boxers next, and Eli wrapped a greedy hand around his length. He shivered at the touch, pulsing against her palm as she stroked him.

Warmth danced within her at the thought of taking him.

“You’re on birth control?” he asked, voice ragged.

Eli nodded, a sly smile curling her lips. “Yeah. You can come inside me.”

“Jesus,” he whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jumped, cock sliding through her fist. She tightened the grip near the head, watched his abs tense. Let her gaze dip lower, to the rouge head disappearing in the shadow of her hand.

Her cunt clenched, and she suddenly felt far too empty.

Eli settled herself over him and got to stare down at him for once as she sat up, shivering at the feel of him between her thighs.

Raj gripped her hips as she notched him at her core, his gaze heated as he stilled her descent. “Slow, easy,” he coaxed, voice melting over her senses.

He directed her, refusing to let her rush the moment. So Eli could do little else but hold onto his shoulders, biting back a moan as he slid inside.

She felt every fucking inch of him, utterly slow and making her desperate for more.

“Please,” she whispered, but by the time the word escaped, the backs of her thighs were meeting the tops of his as she was seated.

The breath exploded out of her and she just waited—for him to move her, or give her permission to move; she wasn’t sure. All she could feel right then was him, filling her so completely she glanced down and half-expected to see a bulge.

“Raj,” she said, letting her whine slip into her voice. Her thighs were already tremoring from the war of desire to move, and the instinct to wait for his instruction.

Already his knot was pressing at her, and she was struck with the force of her need.

She wanted all of him, but Eli waited to see what he would allow her.

“That’s it,” he breathed, tightening his grip, encouraging her to move. But only at his pace, as he lifted her slowly off of him.

Her cunt clenched at him as if to keep him inside, and their groans melded into one chorus of pleasure. When just the head of him remained inside, he pressed down, urging her to take him again.

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