Page 64 of Knot That Serious

His lips twitched, but he did as she asked.

When he returned, Eli was hiding beneath the covers, licking sticky juice from her fingers as she tore the fruit apart.

She wanted to laugh at her earlier thoughts, that this heat would be easy and effortless like the whole evening had been.

She realized now, that had been the calm before the storm.

And Eli had been hit full-force.

Now they just had to weather through, and avoid the catastrophic emotions that were washing ashore.

Footsteps preceded Beckett’s return, holding four bottles of water, and Eli welcomed them both beneath the covers.

Beckett didn’t have a lifetime of childhood memories attached to him. Beckett smelled… green. Like fresh-cut grass on a sunny day, where the breeze was blowing, a balm to the otherwise unbearable heat of summer. Beckett was… safer.

She could cling to him for protection, she thought, and wiggled down between them.

Their conversation was carefully casual, teasing jokes and counting the scratch marks as Eli’s cheeks burned. She hydrated and napped between the two alphas and tried, tried so hard not to think about how natural it all felt. How easy it was just to slot in between these two.

Especially when the heat returned with a vengeance.

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” she remembered begging at one point. She was on her side, hands clutching at the blankets in front of her. Jack was on his knees, holding one of her legs up against him as he nudged at her core.

“Fuck, Eli,” he groaned softly, and slid inside in one smooth, slow grind.

The angle was so different, so deep and good, and she sucked in a breath if only so she could moan as Jack pulled back. Omegas were truly something, because she should be numb by now, if not completely exhausted, but Eli just wanted, squeezing around Jack’s cock as if to keep him inside.

In this position she had no leverage to meet Jack’s thrusts, so she held onto the blankets and muffled her whines as he increased the pace, shifting her back and forth atop the nest.

Beckett slid up behind her, hands circling her waist to cup her breasts, roll her nipples, and make her whine for more.

But she should’ve known she couldn’t hide from them. Beckett somehow got her in his lap, back against his chest and Jack between her thighs, thrusting deep, his knot bumping against her core with every plunge.

Eli closed her eyes, turned her head into Beckett’s throat, and inhaled, letting his fresh scent muddle with melted cocoa and memory-lane cinnamon.

“Eli, look at me,” Jack said, so fucking soft and hurt she had no choice but to, if only so she could try to ease it.

Tears welled when she did, and then Jack knotted her, and Eli cried out as she shattered around him. They kissed, tongues twining as the shocks made her world wobbly, and Eli ignored the feelings in her chest.

More, she’d begged.

Please, she’d asked.

Both, she’d demanded.

“Whose do you think it would be?” Beckett asked, hand trailing over her skin to place his hand over her stomach.

Eli jolted in their arms at the touch, at the suggestion, mouth parting on a whimper.

“Oh, god,” Jack moaned, fucking up into her from beneath.

She felt both of them, dragging against her walls and filling her impossibly perfect.

Beckett was in front of her—it felt safer to meet his gaze—and Jack was below her. They both worked their cocks inside her, filling her better than she ever thought possible. She didn’t know how long the heat had lasted, how many hours or nights had passed in lips and teeth and tongues and knots.

She’d never experienced this much pleasure in her entire life, and knew she’d never forget the way it felt for Beckett to press in alongside Jack, forging into her dripping cunt with her moans in the background.

“What if one of us knotted you like this, hm?” Beckett questioned, voice even despite the grit in his tone. “We’d both fill you up, and then keep you that way.”

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