Page 185 of Knot That Serious

The hand on her breast squeezed, fondled, and Eli felt so… wanted. Desired.

Her cunt pulsed with each thrust, and when he finally rolled her nipple between his fingers, she whined, loud and needy, arching against him.

“That’s it,” he panted, hips smacking against her ass, her thighs.

His cock stroked her bite with every thrust, every withdrawal. It felt fucking filthy, because he wasn’t even inside her and yet he was still fucking her.

It swelled in her, taking up all her air, a wave cresting high above, and Eli couldn’t even take a deep breath to prepare.

“Can you come like this?” he asked, in a way she knew meant she had to or she wasn’t going to come at all.

She shook in his arms, nodding. “I-I think so,” she whispered, voice broken up with his thrusts.

Each thrust jostled her against him, almost violently, and fucking perfectly. Oh, god, she’d wanted this from him, this… wild, untamed desire. It was like—like he was just using her thighs to find his own pleasure. And yet it was so much more than that because Eli felt it, too, with each buck of his hips, each twist of his fingers.

He was slipping between her thighs, wetter by the second because Eli was melting for him.

“Please,” Eli begged, so close.

Raj shifted them until he could palm both her breasts, tweaking both over-sensitive nipples at the same time he pounded against her, between her slick thighs, against her bond mark.

“Raj,” she moaned, a warning or a plea; she didn’t know. Each pluck of his fingers against her tits went straight between her thighs. She was throbbing with it, could feel her pulse in her clit, and Raj was brushing against her lips with each thrust, a hair's breadth from slipping between her folds. The pressure, the barest friction, was so fucking good.

“You’re almost there, come on baby, come for me,” he said, voice deep and feral as he plunged between her thighs.

Her lips parted with her breath, and she glanced down, his hands covering her breasts, nipples red and abused and peaking through his fingers. And further, fuck, between her thighs the flushed head of his cock speared between her legs before disappearing back in the plush pillows of her thighs.

That sight alone, piled atop the multitudes of sensations flooding her body, sent the wave crashing down. She stiffened, going taut against him, thighs squeezing tighter than ever as it crested, as she went under with the waves of pleasure.

She cried out, her voice echoing around the room before Raj lifted a hand to her chin and turned her face toward him. Their lips met in a sloppy imitation of a kiss, tongues twining.

Raj’s rhythm stuttered, stiffened for a split second, and Eli ripped her chin out of his grasp to watch him.

He spilled against her thighs, hot and dripping. As he gave one last thrust, it arced across her skin, painting her white.

Eli shivered with it, and Raj rested his head against her shoulder. For a long moment they just breathed together.

Moments later, she gave one last shudder as Raj pulled away from her, slipping between her thighs for one final tease against her bite mark.

But then he was above her again, and their lips were slotting together. She kissed him with all the awe that swelled in her, knew he felt it in their bond.

She released a protesting noise as he pulled away, eyes widening as he slipped back between her legs, mouth hovering over his own spend.

“Gotta keep this clean,” he said before lowering his mouth to do just that.

He lapped at her thighs and cunt, making her shiver against the sheets with overstimulation. And that was before he laved at the bite, sucking and lapping at the indent of his teeth, his mark. Their bond.

“Had enough?” he asked suddenly, gazing up at her.

Slowly, Eli shook her head, and his answering grin was downright wicked.

“Good,” he purred.

Raj dragged the third orgasm out of her slow and sweet and perfect. And after, when they were curled together, Eli could hardly sleep for the new flow of emotions inside her, trailing through their bond.

Excitement still coursed through her because… because she was bonded!

To two men she was going to spend the rest of her life with. In a pack.

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