Page 59 of Knot That Serious

Speaking of, Beckett resisted the urge to turn his head, to find Jack with his gaze.

“Of course you’d feel like this,” Eli half-whined, half-spat in annoyance.

“Why’s that?” he questioned, knowing the answer but waiting all the same.

Instead, Eli was quiet.

Beckett peered down at her, knew she was staying silent out of spite, and began withdrawing his hips.

“Nonono,” Eli whined, pushing into him. “Don’t go.”

Beckett paused. “I asked you a question,” he purred.

“Just—you’re another one of Jack’s alphas. So of course you’d have a perfect dick.” She reached backwards, digging a hand into his hip and trying to pull him back into her.

He let her have the illusion of power and slid back inside.

Beckett wondered why that tone was filled with such disdain. Because he had something she couldn’t offer Jack, perhaps? Or maybe simply because Beckett had Jack, he must be lucky and therefore also had a perfect dick?

“Oh, I think we both know I’m more than just one of Jack’s alphas,” he growled, snapping his hips into her, lodging himself deep and choking on a groan as she quivered around him.

She tossed her head back as she gasped, pushing herself up onto her hands for better leverage as he speared her again and again. “Oh, god.”

“If I’m one of Jack’s alphas,” he began, retreating only so he could thrust inside her, “then wouldn’t you agree you’re Jack’s omega?”

He bent at the waist, sliding a hand up her back to twist in her curly pink hair, making sure to speak close to her ear. “His only omega, at this rate?”

Eli fluttered around him, hot and desperate, and with no way to escape his hold, all she could do was shudder in his arms.

“So really,” he panted, “you’re the most specialist of all, wouldn’t you say?”

He heard her swallow, and he was strung tight as a bow, anticipation running hot. This was it. He’d get her to admit it, her feelings for Jack.

Her voice was raw as she said, “S-specialist isn’t a word in—in that context.”

Beckett paused with a smack, stilling with his thighs crushed to the backs of hers, swallowing a laugh before he spied movement to the side. He grinned.

“Is he right?” Jack suddenly asked, stalking to the edge of the bed, planting his palms so he could bring his face right to Eli’s. His eyes were almost crossed from the proximity, lips brushing Eli’s as he spoke. “You my special girl?”

Eli whined, lips parting raggedly with the sound, unable to answer.

Beckett released her hair just as Jack threaded his fingers through to replace his hold. Then he gripped her waist tight, arched her just right, and unhinged his hips.

She cried out at the first harsh thrust, their lips meeting in an accidental kiss from Beckett’s force.

Jack took advantage of it, turning it into a real kiss, lips and tongue and tasting all the little moans Beckett fucked out of her.

“My omega?” he continued, just barely pulling his mouth away to form the words.

Eli nodded, and Beckett wondered if she had stars in her eyes or, more aptly, hearts.

Jack’s eyes were half-lidded as he stared down at Eli as if he’d never seen her before.

“What do you say?” Beckett asked, meeting Jack’s gaze above Eli’s head. “She wants to be the center of attention. Let’s give her what she wants,” he suggested.

Jack’s eyes glimmered with arousal, but his touch was oh-so-gentle as he cupped Eli’s cheek, meeting her gaze. “Would you like that, special girl?”

Eli’s lips were kiss-bitten red, and she released the bottom one from between her teeth as she nodded.

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