Page 188 of Knot That Serious

“Well, I know from experience you are quite the mastermind,” he said.

“It was, like, three fake dates. It wasn’t that serious!” Eli tried to tell him.

“Well, I sure hope this is serious,” Beckett said, eyes going all dark and meaningful.

Eli warmed under that gaze, hoping Jack hadn’t seen. “I’ve never been more serious in my life,” she vowed.

Beckett leaned forward to take her lips again, and Eli melted into him, her chest leaning against his, her hands tangled in his blond hair.

With her legs spread over his lap, his thigh was pushing into Raj’s bite mark, sending shivers through her. It wasn’t as intense as it would have been were it the alpha the bite belonged to, but it didn’t take much, not with Jack’s eyes on her and knowing what was next.

She was panting when his lips slid away, nipping at her jawline before dragging his lips along her skin.

She shivered as he settled his mouth around the curve in her throat, exactly mirroring the one on the opposite side.

Then there was a weight at her back—she hadn’t even heard Jack move—and she gasped.

“Move your hair, sweets,” Beckett said softly.

Eli swallowed, mouth suddenly dry as she untangled her fingers from Beckett’s hair to gather her own, holding it at the top of her head.

“N-now who’s the mastermind?” Eli choked out.

They both chuckled, their chests rumbling against her front and back, and she let her eyes flutter closed at the dual sensations.

Jack’s lips brushed his own bond mark, and she jolted in Beckett’s lap, grinding into him at the fresh wave of arousal.

“I can’t wait to be able to do that,” Beckett whispered, voice warm against her skin. “You ready?”

“How much more ready do I have to fuckin—oh!” Eli whined as his teeth sank into her neck. It hurt a bit, without a swirl of intense pleasure there to soften it, but then Jack was there, mouthing at his own bond mark.

“Oh,” she repeated, a little more breathless.

Beckett threaded through her, knitting into place as smooth as the fabrics of his fine suits, settling in her like he’d always belonged.

Adoration and affection and… honor. He felt honored to bond with her, and her sinuses stung, tears welling at the purity of it.

Then his teeth were sliding away and his lips and tongue returned, nursing at the new bond like an alpha should. A few strands of her hair slipped from her hands as she went limp between them, their chests the only thing holding her up.

Eventually, Beckett’s touch was less relieving and more… stirring. Every brush of his tongue might have been between her legs, for how fucking wet she was for him.

For both of them. Jack still traced his lips along his own bite mark, pleasure sprinkling along her senses with each touch. Beckett was not any kinder.

“Menaces, the both of you,” she panted, tilting her head back.

“I’m the menace?” Beckett drawled against her skin. “I’m the one who can’t touch you right now.”

Eli whined, regretting her plan, cunt throbbing with her desire. Jack had to be straddling Beckett’s legs as well, so he really, actually couldn’t move.

But Eli could.

She dropped her hands from her hair, giggling as Beckett and Jack both sputtered. While they were distracted, she ran her fingertips over the waistband of Beckett’s sweats, where he was hard and wanting and waiting beneath the fabric.

He stilled, eyes blazing as he stared at her. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she echoed, and then Beckett was doing his best to lift his hips with both Eli and Jack sitting on him. Eli managed to inch his pants down, freeing his erection.

“Damn, Beckett, I wonder if you’re as wet as she is,” Jack teased, and reached a hand around her to—

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