Page 52 of Knot That Serious

If it was supposed to be weird, kissing her best friend, it wasn’t. She didn’t know if she had the heat to thank or if this was just another thing she and Jack were really good at.

Eventually she had to breathe, though, and pulled back.

“This is… really fuckin’ intense,” she panted. “Holy shit.”

“It’s okay,” Jack said softly. Then his lips quirked up. “I’d want me, too.”

Eli laughed, and bless him for not taking this seriously, but then he dipped his head and mouthed at her neck, teeth teasing across her pulse, and the sound shifted into a breathy moan.

“Oh, it’s started, then?” Beckett’s sleepy voice carried, and Eli snapped her head over at him.

He was rubbing a hand over one eye, staring at them blearily in the dim light. His nostrils flared, and he dropped a hand to her ankle, still in his lap.

“You two smell divine,” he purred.

Eli melted even more into the couch, felt Jack’s lips on her neck with his boyfriend’s eyes on her, and let her lids flutter closed in what she could only eloquently describe as horny disbelief.

Her entire body tightened, muscles clenching, and her breath froze in her chest for a split second as a wave of need washed over her.

Relief in the wake of her first orgasm sizzled away into more tension. Warmth swelled, filling up every space inside her and still demanding more.

She let out a sound, a whimper or a cry or some mix of the two. “Wasn’t enough,” she panted, nosing at the pulse in Jack’s throat.

Jack threaded his hands through her hair, pulled her head back so he could meet her gaze.

“What d’you need?” he asked.

Her cheeks burned at the idea of voicing it—telling Jack, of all people—that she needed something, anything, to fill her, to douse the heat beneath her skin.

“What every omega needs,” Beckett said softly, and she felt his stare but couldn’t turn to look at him just yet, too focused on Jack. “A knot.”

As he said what she was too scared to, Eli finally glanced over, sleepy Beckett blinking down at them fondly.

“Wanna hear her say it,” Jack murmured, and Eli felt him nudge his foot into Beckett’s thigh.

Beckett blinked sleep from his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Eli gave herself a moment to accept the rush of appreciation in her chest at the sight before turning back to Jack.

“Wanna go to my room first,” she said. “Nest.”

Jack nodded, scooped her closer, and then sat them both up at the same time. She giggled, feeling a bit like a doll as he gathered her to his chest and then pushed off the couch. Her feet didn’t even have to touch the floor as he made quick work of the distance between Eli and her nest.

Her packed bag intended for the Omega Center was still beside the bed, and Eli wrinkled her nose at the sight of it.

The heat was bearable, sure, but mostly because she knew she had Jack and Beckett, knew there was an end in sight. She tried to imagine the Omega Center, and cringed at the idea of huffing their shirts as she tried to find relief with a silicone toy.

The only part of that possible outcome she could appreciate was the thought of being filled with something.

Her body clenched down on nothing, and she gasped, tightening her hold around Jack as he lowered her to the bed.

“Please,” she said softly, refusing to let Jack go when he tried to lift up from her.

He nodded and followed her back into the pillows.

“Finally gonna show you what all the fuss is about,” Jack teased, and Eli could’ve cried at the relief she felt, the sense of normalcy that Jack was building for her.

This was going to be a story they could laugh at later and tease each other about. Just another quirky little tale from the adventures of Eli and Jack.

Though maybe, maybe she wouldn’t go into such avid detail.

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