Page 35 of Knot That Serious

That was Beckett’s voice, and Eli finally pulled the pillow off her head. It clearly wasn’t of any use to her.

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Eli let her eyes close, wondering if they were already done.

Her lips twitched at the idea of Jack coming so quickly.

Serves him right—

Another moan trailed through the wall, cutting off mid-pitch.

So they were aware they were being loud. They were just not giving a fuck if Eli needed to be up in…

She picked up her phone, glaring at the light.

Three hours.

With a sigh, she tossed the covers off. It was too fucking hot to get comfortable anyway.

A dull thump sounded, like a palm hitting the wall. Eli’s breath caught as her mind supplied an image to accompany the sound.

Beckett, leaned over Jack, pretzeled up and taking it. Beckett smacking a hand into the wall for leverage as his hips moved in a devastating rhythm.

Arousal flared to life suddenly, a match struck in the darkness of her room.

Absolutely not, she thought, and tried to ignore the alphas until they were done.

It did not work.

Jack whimpered, and Eli kind of wished she could go back ten seconds, to a time where she didn’t know Jack could make sounds like that.

To a time where hearing Jack make those sounds didn’t make something hot and glowing settle in her core.

Eli swallowed and pulled the covers back over her, as if that could protect her from the reaction her body was having to the sound of her best friend apparently being dicked down within an inch of his life.

As the comforter, cool to the touch from the room’s chilly air, slid over her skin, chills raced in its wake, and Eli hissed as her nipples tightened beneath her soft tee.

The pulse of arousal thrummed steadily, and Eli frowned up at the ceiling. Every few seconds, another sound would drift through, and Eli…

Well. Eli was in the dark, quiet solitude of her bedroom. No one would know.

Beneath the safety of her blanket, Eli trailed a hand over her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

Christ, she thought at the first brush of her fingers between her folds.

She was already soaked, and she cursed before stripping her underwear off her legs, tossing them somewhere in the darkness of the room.

No one will know.

If she had to live with the knowledge that she’d gotten off to the sound of Jack getting fucked, fine. Honestly, he’d brought it on himself. He knew how thin the walls were.

Beckett… well, he’d never know that the sound of his growl made her bite her lip to choke back her answering whine.

With a curse, Eli slid her fingers back between her thighs, dipping between the lips and finding the wetness, dragging it back up. Her entire body jolted when her middle finger brushed over her clit.

Fuck. Okay.

Jack moaned again, and Eli slid her eyes shut, letting her mind wander across the wall, imagining shamelessly what Beckett was doing to make Jack sound like that.

Oh, god, was he knotting Jack?

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