Page 55 of Knot That Serious

“Hope you’re ready to make my eyes cross,” Eli whispered.

And, well. Fine, maybe it took more than just one orgasm together to make these two admit why they were so fucking gone for each other.

Jack groaned, and Beckett knew he was close by the way his hips stuttered.

“You bet your ass I am,” Jack retorted, and Beckett couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

What was he going to do with these two?

“Jack, please, please, please,” Eli whined.

And Beckett was only an alpha, and this was an omega, in heat, begging his boyfriend to knot her.

He wasn’t unaffected.

Especially as their scents heightened and mixed. Eli’s decadent chocolate and cherry paired with Jack’s fresh cinnamon filled the room. Did they know how delectable they smelled together?

Beckett’s cock twitched in his pants, and he slid from the bed.

Jack and Eli didn’t even notice his absence as he shucked his pants and shirt off before settling at the edge of the bed again.

“Oh, fuck, Eli,” Jack moaned, and his hips stuttered again. “I can feel you, fuckin’ squeezing the life out of me.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d fuckin’ knot me already,” Eli snapped, and Jack huffed out a laugh.

“Shoulda known you’d be like this,” he returned, leaning his head down to nuzzle at her chest.

“Like wha—ahn–” Her response devolved into a moan as Jack latched onto a nipple, making her back arch.

“Bossy,” he finally said, lip catching against the peak of her breast before he lapped at her sensitive skin.

“Oh, yeah,” she said in a shaky voice. “You’re into that now.” She tilted her head, finding Beckett, and her cheeks were pinker than they were a second ago. “Right, Beckett?”

Beckett froze under the spotlight.

“He told me,” Eli admitted, and Jack groaned in what he could only assume was horny embarrassment, nipping at the underside of her flesh.

Grateful for the invitation, Beckett crowded Jack, brushing his lips over the back of his neck. “Do we kiss and tell now?”

Jack’s shiver danced down his spine. “I told her what I needed to,” Jack admitted.

Beckett smirked against his skin, then met Eli’s gaze as he whispered, “Good boy.”

Her eyes darkened at his words, at Jack’s reaction.

“Not fair,” Jack breathed, hips kicking erratically into Eli. “You can’t gang up on me like this.”

“You love it, though,” Eli teased, and Jack lifted his head.

Whatever she saw in his expression made her lips twitch, and then she was threading a hand through his hair and pulling him down to her.

Even though this heat was about Eli, Beckett kissed his way down the length of Jack’s spine. He let his hands wander, over his back, his sides, hips and thighs. Jack’s hips stuttered as Beckett brushed a hand between his legs, and he widened his knees, welcoming his curious touch. Beckett grinned into his soft skin, meeting Eli’s gaze over his shoulder, searching for any hesitation as he splayed his fingers around the base of Jack’s cock, brushing against her in the process.

She shivered, eyes fluttering shut as her slick coated Beckett’s knuckles.

“Why haven’t you given her this yet?” he asked, circling Jack’s knot and squeezing.

Jack hissed, hips swinging forward—

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