Page 148 of Knot That Serious

“Be careful,” she called out, and he glanced over to find her hands covering her mouth, a wince knitting her brows over worried eyes.

“It’s fine,” Jack promised, and safely delivered the brownies from the inferno of the oven and turned it off.

He pulled open the drawer to throw the mitt back—

“Wait!” Eli said, and Jack froze. “Do not put that oven mitt back in there. Your hand’s been in it.”

Jack slowly turned to her, concerned before she motioned crudely with her fingers.

“Ohhh,” he said, dragging the word out. He tossed the oven mitt to her, and she caught it mid-air before throwing it into the living room. “I’ll wash it later,” she said, turning back to find him a lot closer. “Hm. I think I like you like this.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“Naked, doing my bidding,” she teased.

Jack growled and leaned in to nip at her neck. She giggled, hands coming up to rest on his chest as he aimed for her lips, and she met him halfway again.

Relief filled him. He was half-worried the break would have allowed her to change her mind, realize what a terrible idea this was.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this in the kitchen,” she said a moment later.

Jack groaned. “Where’s the spontaneity in that?”

Eli rolled her eyes. “I mean, I suppose you could fuck me against the wall if your heart’s really set on—eep!”

She squealed as he braced his arms around her, pulled her tight against him, and lifted her right off the counter. Her legs went tight around him and they both groaned at the feel of her against him.

“Slip ‘n slide,” he whispered as he walked them to the nearest bare wall, which happened to be in the hallway.

“I can’t stand that you just said that,” she hissed at him, smacking at his arm.

“S’true though,” he drawled. “You’re so wet for me.”

Her gaze darkened as she tilted her head back. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Jack groaned, dropped his head to kiss her again, and felt her hand pry between their bodies. His hips nudged into the touch as she curled a hand around him, stroking slowly.

Don’t wake me up, he begged. Because that was the only explanation—this had to be a dream. There’s no way that real-life Eli was giving him this honor, letting him touch her this way again, feeling her against him and making pleasure sizzle in his veins.

“I’m not the only one who’s wet,” she purred, and circled her hand around the tip of him to spread the precum.

His knees almost fucking buckled at her words. “Jesus,” he hissed.

“Never met him,” she teased. “Wanna introduce me?”

Jack groaned into her throat, nipping there just to punish her for being a little brat, over the spot Raj left and hoping the nick of pain served her right.

Instead she tilted her head to him and the alpha in Jack fucking roared.

He knew she didn’t mean it like that, knew it was just an innocent invitation, but he imagined sinking his teeth in, bonding them together for-fucking-ever, and he—

God, he couldn’t breathe for the pure force of need that coursed through him.

She notched him at her core, the slick warmth of her surrounding the head of his cock, and Jack waited.

Waited for her to—he groaned as she loosened her grip, allowing him to sink in just enough for him to feel her.

Then she stopped, and Jack sucked in a breath, holding his hips still.

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