Page 161 of Knot That Serious

The moan Jack let out made even Beckett's cheeks turn red, and he was actively fucking the man.

Jack reached up and tangled his hand in Beckett's hair, too, before pulling him to Jack's neck.

“Yeah,” he said, the threat of a whine in his voice. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Each word was timed with another thrust from Beckett.

Beckett was hot all over, needy and desperate for the way Jack clutched at him.

“Which side did you bite Eli?” He asked.

Jack pushed him into the right side of his neck.

“You want it right here?” Beckett guessed, and Jack shivered beneath him. “So you can match the mark you gave her?”

Jack groaned and nodded.

Beckett trailed his lips to the other side. “Or right here? So you can match the mark I'll give her?”

Jack stilled at the words at the same time Beckett's teeth brushed over his throat and his hips smacked against Jack's ass, shoving his cock inside him again.

Jack shouted, and had half a mind to reach down and cover his cock, beginning to spill into his hand instead of all over the new cabinets as he came for the second time.

And, well, Beckett needed no more confirmation than that.

He sunk his teeth in.

Jack cried out again, ass tightening around his cock, and Beckett fucked him through it, feeling the hot wave of his own orgasm looming overhead.

"Fuck, Beckett," Jack outright fucking slurred, fist tightening in his hair, yanking at the strands with his clean hand.

The tease of pain and Jack's tight hole and his blood on Beckett's tongue and the carefully threading strands of their bond twining finally did him in.

White-hot pleasure swelled through him, spilling out of him and into Jack as he bared his teeth in Jack's skin. He rocked his hips until it was too much, pausing with a final slap of flesh, burying himself as deep as he could.

As the pleasure drifted away, he lifted his head and stared at the raw, red mark on Jack's neck.

"Okay?" Beckett asked softly before laving his tongue over it, soothing the pain.

"Mhm," Jack mumbled, dropping his hand from his blond hair to smack against the counter limply, and Beckett smiled against the bite.

When he peered at Jack's expression, a blissful little smile greeted him.

Beckett kissed the mark, then licked it again, nursing it. The more he tended to it, the more the bond solidified, the finest of threads twining together and connecting them forever.

"I wanna go home and do that all over again," Jack murmured several moments later. "You done yet?"

"Maybe," Beckett mused, and kissed his new favorite spot.

Cleanup was... messy, for lack of a better word. Beckett had to sprint to the car for all the napkins he'd ever hoarded from any fast food restaurant, and by the time they were leaving there was no trace of them.

He hoped.

He rested a hand on Jack's thigh as he pulled onto the street and couldn't wipe the grin from his face.

32. Confections and Affections

Eli

Eli was manning the oven and glaring impatiently at the timer, pacing back and forth.

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