Page 152 of Knot That Serious

His cock twitched inside her again, and her lips curled.

“You waaant me,” she sang. She felt light and fluttery, and almost couldn’t trust it. Couldn’t really believe that Jack… after all this time, all the wanting.

“That’s no secret,” he retorted, and gripped her hips. Eli braced herself, but a shiver still danced up her spine as he rocked her over his cock, his still inflated knot.

God, Raj had been right! The jealousy had worked, just like he’d said it would.

Raj. Shit. Eli still had a secret. Quite a big one.

“I should, I should probably tell you—” she said, dropping her hands to cover his. “Raj isn’t really courting me.”

Jack stilled, mouth parting. “What, now?”

Eli laughed nervously, averting her eyes. “Yeah. Uhm, when we met, I was really upset about what you’d said to Beckett. So we came up with this plan to make you… jealous,” she admitted, covering her face.

“Oh, sweets,” Jack cooed, pulling her hands away gently. Her face was burning. “It worked,” he said, and shifted his hips, jostling her on his knot again.

Eli gasped and arched into him. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and now that his hands weren’t holding her up, he palmed both of them. Her hardened nipples grazed against his palms and she bit her lip, swallowing a moan.

“No, no, this is honesty hour, after all; let me hear you,” he said, leaning up to speak against her lips.

She nodded, mouths barely brushing with the movement.

“I can’t believe you—fuck, you are absolutely the perfect omega for me,” he breathed.

As her orgasm crept up on her, she let her moan escape.

“Am—am I your omega?” she asked, hips sliding against him jerkily.

“Yeah. You’re fuckin’ mine,” he growled, the sound low and deep. His fingers gently pinched and rolled her nipples, striking her core with heat.

It built within her, a wave gaining traction, and she chased it, rolling her hips. The pleasure was so good, a teasing warmth that was almost too hot.

Jack gripped her hips and continued her rhythm. “Don’t be shy,” he cooed in a filthy voice and with a hungry leer that made her cunt squeeze.

“I was so jealous,” Jack told her, grinding against her. “We followed you on your date, so I’d say your plan worked. I mean, hiring someone to date you is a little—“

“I did not hire him, Jack!” Eli retorted, and rolled her eyes.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm, and Eli could feel it against her chest.

“Showed up with his fucking—mark,” Jack said, gaze dipping to her neck.

Eli tilted her head, showing off the reddish bruise Raj had left on her skin. She felt the way Jack’s hands tightened on her waist before one trailed to cup her throat, his thumb brushing over the mark on the right side of her neck, almost in the bend of her shoulder.

Eli’s breath was shaky as she exhaled, practically vibrating with the force of her arousal.

“I told him to do that,” Eli breathed. Jack’s eyes darkened. “Wanted to see the look on your face when you realized what it was. That it wasn’t you.”

“I was an idiot,” Jack growled, and the sound sent chills across her skin. He leaned close, and then closer, until she couldn’t focus on him anymore. His nose brushed hers, the hand around her throat holding her to him. “You’re mine.”

“I’m your omega?” she asked him again, because it was too good to be true. After all this fucking time?

“Yes,” he hissed, and she gasped at the way he jostled his hips.

His thumb dug into the other alpha’s hickey, and the bite of pain made her shiver.

“Then prove it,” she dared him, breathless.

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