Page 60 of Knot That Serious

“Tell us, baby girl,” Beckett said. “Words.”

“Yes, yes, both,” she said, voice airy and high-pitched, dripping with need, just like her cunt.

Beckett slowed his thrusts, making each one gentle and deep, feeling her squeeze around him with each thrust.

Jack stood up straight, wrapped a hand around himself, already hard, and loosened his grip in Eli’s hair so she could take what she wanted at first.

His lips parted as she first brushed her mouth over him.

Jack looked like he’d gone to heaven, and while Beckett couldn’t see Eli’s expression, he could feel her tighten around him, watch her fingers curl in the sheets.

As Jack choked around a moan and threaded his hands in Eli’s hair, stroking the pink strands with a reverence, Beckett was stunned by the force of fond appreciation.

He couldn’t believe he was here caring for an omega in heat, and witnessing their repressed feelings manifest.

Beckett stroked a gentle caress down Eli’s back.

He’d give this omega everything she needed and more.

His gaze trailed back to Jack.

Even if she didn’t know she wanted it.

12. In Too Sweet

Eli

Gripping the bedding, Eli moaned and let herself be carried away on the wave of sensations around her.

Beckett slowly but surely quickening his pace with each careful thrust. The weight of Jack on her tongue. She adjusted to being filled from both sides, the heat still razing through her despite the alphas offering relief.

“Can you taste yourself?” Jack asked, petting through her hair. She lifted her gaze and found him staring down at her like she was the eighth wonder of the world. “I could taste you on Beckett’s fingers,” he added as an afterthought.

“She liked that,” Beckett choked out behind her, and she whined, the sound muffled around Jack.

It wasn’t fair for them to tease her like this, to talk about her like she wasn’t there.

And yet arousal speared her anew.

She pressed her tongue to the underside of Jack, bobbed her head and curved it just under the mushroom tip. Tasted herself alongside him and moaned about it.

His hands in her hair gripped tight, holding her still while he forged back in with a press of his hips. Beckett’s pace increased as Jack and Eli finally found a rhythm, as she swallowed around Jack and arched her back in Beckett’s hands.

They worked her between them, Beckett thrusting while Jack withdrew, and then alternating, so Eli was constantly filled by either alpha.

She whined around Jack’s cock, quickly growing addicted to his reactions. His hands were bound in her hair, tightening just over the edge of painful, sending delightful sparks across her senses. Beckett’s fingerprints would be left around her waist from tilting and pulling her on and off him. The drag of him inside her was fucking perfect. She couldn’t focus on either of them, because as soon as she tuned in to one, the other would distract her.

Eli was just a wound-up ball of sensation and pleasure. An omega pleased at every motion.

“Woke up to you two practically in my lap,” Beckett growled on a particularly harsh thrust.

Eli moaned with every smack of his hips into her, little sounds fucked from her throat only to be muffled by Jack sliding into her mouth again. She took him a little deeper each time, lifting a hand to dig her nails into his thigh.

Above her, he groaned and she felt the sound all the way to her cunt, quivering around the alpha at her back.

“Wish you could see how you both look right now,” Beckett told them.

Steadying her breath, Eli took Jack in again as Beckett slid out, and kept taking until her nose bumped against the trimmed curls at his base.

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