Page 153 of Knot That Serious

Jack paused, pulling back. His gaze was intense but clear as he stared at her. “Prove it,” he echoed.

“Bite me, Jack,” she said, lips trembling with the force of her emotions. “Bond me and prove that this is real.” So when she woke up tomorrow, she knew it wasn’t just a dream.

“You wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked, the corner of his lip threatening to curl up. His thumb caressed her throat and he was staring down at the spot, as if imagining his teeth sinking in.

Eli waited until his gaze trailed back to her. “Kinda thought we already were,” she answered.

His lips did curl that time, into the sweetest smile. “I love you too, sweets.”

It wasn’t until Eli tugged his head up by a hand in his hair, meeting his lips in a needy kiss, that she realized they’d stopped moving. As their lips slotted together, they shifted, and Eli gasped into the kiss.

Jack nipped at her lip before removing his hand from her throat, making room for his trailing kisses.

Eli tilted her head to the side, breath catching in her throat as he dragged her over his lap, pleasure cresting through her anew. His teeth were scraping at her neck and his hand was tight on her hip and her nipples were brushing against his torso and every bit of contact they shared led right between her legs.

“Jack, please,” she whined, the sound high and breathy because she was pretty sure her heart had stopped beating—

“Breathe,” he whispered against her skin.

Then his teeth were sinking in, the dull punch of them through her skin washed away in the wave of ecstasy. She squeezed around his knot, felt him pulse within her, filling her up for the second time as she cried out.

Her hand tightened in his hair, trying to drag him impossibly closer.

Impossible, because now there was no going back. Beyond the bliss, Jack’s emotions jumbled with hers, mixing together, gritty at first, but as he removed his teeth, laving at the wound with a deep alpha purr, it smoothed out, softened as they were joined together, like a well-loved recipe finally combining.

Eli felt a rush of heat in her sinuses at the depth of his feelings, the adoration and affection and love. Years of it, shared through this permanent bond.

She settled back into her body and slumped against Jack.

He huffed a laugh, and she felt his awe like it was her own.

“You’re mine,” he rumbled, and Eli nodded against his shoulder. “But not like a possession. You’re mine in the way… that bouquet is,” he said, arm shifting beneath her cheek to toss a thumb at the breakfast bar, where the vase sat.

Eli sat up, arched a brow at him, and pointedly ignored the shift of his knot still inside her.

“Like a responsibility. You’re mine to take care of. And I will,” he vowed.

Eli softened against him, melting, and pressed the gentlest kiss to his lips.

“What do we… what do we do now?” Eli asked. They were bonded. Bonded!

She choked back a hysterical giggle, couldn’t wait to tell Raj—

Eli blinked, pulling back to stare down at Jack. Their gazes clashed and a shared excitement fizzed through them.

“So… what do we tell Beckett—“

“How do I tell Raj—“

They both spoke at the same time, trailing off in sync.

And promptly burst into chuckles.

“Tomorrow,” she said, a promise. She’d talk to Raj, and Jack could talk to Beckett.

But for now… tonight?

“Take me to bed,” she told Jack.

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