Page 53 of Knot That Serious

Like how Jack curled deft fingers around the waistband of her sweats and met her gaze, asking without asking. She nodded and huffed out a laugh as he clumsily pulled them down her legs.

“You totally want me,” he teased, and made space for himself between her legs.

She gasped as he swiped a chaste touch there, too. “Look how wet you are,” he said, wonder in his voice.

Eli knew, felt it against her thighs as the cooler air brushed her skin.

“Don’t get a big head about it,” she drawled, some of her sarcasm lost in the breathiness of her voice. “S’just the heat,” she tried again, with no success.

Her hips jolted as Jack pressed with more intention, fingers slipping against her clit in a rhythm that made her core tighten and her eyes flutter shut.

“Don’t believe you,” Jack teased, and she opened her eyes just to roll them.

He lowered his head, laughed against her throat, and ventured lower, teasing at her core before slipping a finger inside in a smooth, easy glide. “See? You want me so bad,” he sang, deep and rumbly in her ear.

She shivered beneath him, chills breaking out across her skin, even over her scalp, and Jack chuckled.

“I want anything so bad,” she retorted, far too delayed for him to take seriously. “Where’s Beckett?” she asked, making a production out of lifting her head to search for the other alpha.

“Hey, no, it’s fine, look,” Jack said, sliding another finger inside her.

Eli let her head bounce back against the mattress.

“I’ve got you,” he cooed.

He stroked in and out of her, crooking his fingers just right to press the pads of them inside her, dragging them against her walls on each withdrawal. When he pushed in again he added a third finger, and Eli nodded. “That’s it.”

“I know.”

Eli would have glared at him, but he spread his fingers inside her, and she moaned, bit her lip and clutched at his shoulders.

And then wondered, what was she waiting for?

She dropped her hands to his hips, gaze bouncing up to his, finding all the confirmation she needed in the shadow of his eyes, and pushed his sweats down.

She shimmied them off with the help of her feet curled around his calf, and chuckled as they cursed and shook the bed with their efforts, the headboard clacking against the wall.

“What is going on in—oh,” Beckett said, entering the room with a rustle of plastic bags. They froze, and Eli peeked around Jack’s shoulder, meeting Beckett’s amused gaze. “I see. Carry on,” he said, and placed the bags down on the floor beside the bed.

Jack carried on, finally discarding his pants off the side of the bed while Beckett arranged the bags with more rustling.

Eli would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation, except Jack curled his fingers in her again and she trilled, squeezing around him.

“Oh?” he asked, and curled them again. Eli expected it this time, only released a shuddering breath, and glanced between her legs. Her attention latched onto Jack, nude from the waist down, cock hanging hard and long and perfectly thick, shiny at the tip.

“See something you like?” he asked, voice dripping with over-the-top innuendo.

“Ugh,” Eli groaned and let her head fall against the bed, hips arching up into his touch. “Nope, not at all,” she lied.

“Oh my god, Eli,” he said suddenly, and withdrew his fingers. She whined, but he ignored it in favor of tugging at the hem of her shirt. “You have titties. Take off your shirt.”

Eli choked on a laugh and stared up at him in question. “Did you forget?” His tone sounded a little too excited to be casual.

“What? I’ve been dating guys exclusively for years now; let me have some fun. You’ll like it,” he promised with a wink that was too cheesy to take seriously, but affection welled in her all the same.

“Fine,” she huffed, and leaned up to strip the shirt off. “I thought your dating pool was more diverse than that,” she said.

“Aw, now, don’t be like that. You’re the only girl for me, Eli,” he said, lips quirking in one corner.

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