Page 61 of Knot That Serious

“Oh, fuck.” Jack’s voice cracked on the curse, and Eli would have smiled in victory if not for her jaw stretched wide. He gently scraped his nails across her scalp, holding her in place.

He was in her throat, and Eli’s eyes were watering, but as Beckett plunged into her again, his knot brushing at her entrance, she shuddered between them, ever closer to the relief just out of reach.

“Look at that,” Beckett said, and Eli shivered under his attention.

There was something so freeing in this moment, just existing between these two alphas who were there to please her, and yet she was still the rope in their tug of war.

From one to the other, she was pushed and pulled, sucking in a breath before Jack returned again. He slid into place like he belonged, and Beckett’s knot nudged her core again before pausing. He stirred his hips, grinding his knot against her cunt, and Eli pressed back into him, wanting.

“No, no, no, stay right here,” Jack said, twisting a hand in her short hair. “Let him give it to you.”

Eli was practically limp between them, held up on one shaky arm beneath her and one hand dug into Jack’s thigh. She felt syrupy-sweet, thoughts thick and clunky like that worrying moment before caramel turned smooth. If you did it with care.

And as filthy as this was, her lips parted around Jack, chin wet with her own spit and probably Jack’s precum, he took such beautiful care of her. His voice held reverence, his hands never pulling too hard on her hair. Even as he fucked her face, controlled her breath, he did it in perfect sync with Beckett so she didn’t choke.

Beckett, who pressed his thumbs into her lower back, arching her so with each thrust, he slammed against that spot inside her until the breaths she did take were released on pitiful little moans every time he fucked into her.

She simmered, bubbling beneath the heat of the two of them. Her pulse was in her ears and all she could focus on was the back and forth, the in and out, the slow drip of caramel-thick pleasure.

“I—fuck, I’m gonna—” Jack pulled away, leaving her bereft and empty, and Eli dug her nails in, eyes snapping up to him.

“Jesus, Eli,” he breathed, running a thumb over her bottom lip.

Eli swiped her tongue over the pad of his finger, trying to capture it between her lips.

The sound Jack let out was pitiful, too. “God, you want it so bad, don’t you?”

Maybe she would’ve been embarrassed, at one point in her life, to look up at Jack with watery eyes and a used throat.

But not right now, not with him staring down at her like he’d never seen her before, like she was new and precious, like he had stars in his eyes.

Eli always wanted him to look at her like that.

She nodded.

Jack groaned, deep and heated, and fed his cock between her lips again.

He was still so careful with her despite the desperation lacing his movements, and Eli blinked tears away.

Beckett’s hips stuttered, his knot pressing harder, and Eli moaned, the sound vibrating around Jack.

“You want it?” Beckett asked, and Eli could only hum again, wiggle her hips as much as she could in his tight grip.

Yes, she wanted to shout. She ached for it, cunt quivering around not enough, stomach tight with anticipation, need simmering deep in her veins.

She was so full of each of them and yet still so empty, but she knew Jack and Beckett would take care of her, give her what she wanted. Her skin was sweat-slick and with each chaotic beat of her heart she only grew hotter, more crazed.

They pushed her back and forth, using her as much as she was using them, their touches careful yet demanding, just this side of harsh.

It was a slow build, the impatience nipping at her like it did when the caramel was taking too long. When she spun her spoon in it too early, lifting it out to test the consistency of the drip. She was caught in that moment before the string broke, taut and so close she could taste it.

Then Beckett’s hand was sliding around her waist, and he was leaning over her, fingers playing at her clit. She cried out at the bubbling pleasure, caramel-sticky and clinging. She felt his knot brushing and maybe—yes! He filled her, sliding in, and her arm shook, barely holding herself up as his knot swelled even more and pressed harder against everywhere she needed it. She dropped the hand from Jack’s thigh to help, and then her nose was kissed to Jack’s groin as he pulsed over her tongue, spilling down her throat so deep she didn’t even get to taste her reward.

Eli shattered around Beckett’s knot, eyes fluttering shut as she quaked between them, finally, finally chasing that sweet release, the cool balm to the ever-present inferno within her.

They moved closer, and distantly she heard the smack of lips as they kissed above her. She imagined it, their tongues meeting messily, Eli speared between them, the only thing that kept them apart.

Eli sucked in a breath when they pulled back, as Jack cupped her jaw so gently as he withdrew.

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