Page 36 of Knot That Serious

Her fingers slipped away at just the thought, clit pulsing in time with her heartbeat, eyes wide in the darkness as she stared at the ceiling.

Eli had been with her share of betas, and aside from using the knotting toys, she’d never taken a real knot.

A tide of jealousy rose in her that Jack, that lucky bastard, knew what it felt like while she didn’t.

From the sounds of it, he quite enjoyed it, too, and Eli wondered if she’d love the real thing half as much as she did the silicone versions.

Dragging her fingers back up, Eli stroked alongside her clit, direct contact too much for the moment.

Their moans were growing in volume, still muffled through the wall, and if Eli focused hard enough, she could hear the rhythmic smack as their bodies met.

Eli rolled her head into the pillows, muffling her heavy breath and the small moan she let out as she nudged her clit.

Jack’s scent hit her, all cinnamon and baked goods and warmth, still fresh from the shirt she’d stolen just that day.

Fuck, how had she never noticed how good he smells?

Beckett smelled good, too, she hated to admit.

No one’s ever going to know.

“Come on, please,” Jack pleaded, and Eli covered her mouth with her hand, eyes sliding closed as she imagined what the hell Jack was pleading for.

Beckett’s knot?

Was he begging for the other alpha’s knot?

Eli shook with the strike of pleasure, the pad of her finger stroking over her clit.

God, it was hot, and not just the fantasy. She tossed off the covers again, suddenly too warm, sweat gathering at the dip of her spine, behind her knees, in the crease of her thighs.

The cool air played between her legs alongside her fingers, and Eli shivered, chills sizzling over her skin.

She was close, maybe as close as Jack was, his words jumbling together in a long string of pleas, and Beckett’s answering taunts were enough to make her stomach tighten.

Eli slid her other hand up her chest, brushing her thumb over her nipple through the shirt.

She had to bite her lip to swallow the moan, every swipe of her thumb over the stiff peak heightening the pleasure she stirred between her legs.

“Does that feel good?” Beckett asked, a growl to his voice she hadn’t heard before.

Yes! she answered him in her head.

Jack’s response was less intelligible and she imagined how Jack must look, face and chest flushed, ecstasy softening the lines around his eyes, jaw tense as he neared the edge.

She wondered if Beckett had knotted him yet, pulling his hips back, knot tugging at Jack’s entrance again and again—

“Want it?” Beckett asked, voice dark. “Ask for it.”

Jack didn’t respond at first and Eli knew that if she was in his place she would’ve done whatever Beckett asked of her.

In her mind, the scene she’d arranged suddenly changed, and she was the one beneath Beckett, but Jack was there, too. Their heat pressed into her from both sides, and she wondered, forbidden, if two knots would feel as good as one, and maybe even at the same time—

Eli gasped as the orgasm washed over her, covering her mouth as she panted and pressed her fingers to her clit, dragging lazily as the shocks worked their way through her body.

Jack and Beckett were quiet, and she wondered if they were through, if Beckett had finally given Jack his knot.

The thought inspired a fresh searing heat that razed her head to toe. Instead of the relief and bonelessness that usually followed an orgasm, need welled up in her, and she would’ve whined if not for the hand still covering her mouth.

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