Page 65 of Knot That Serious

His hand spread wide, pressing down, and suddenly they both felt so much bigger, and she wiggled between them with nowhere to go. Beckett moved in closer, their tangled legs shifting to make room.

Finally, he lowered his hand and stroked his thumb across her clit, and her head rolled against Jack’s shoulder. “Please,” she whined.

“Please what?” Jack asked, and she could’ve hit him if she had any strength to get her hand back there. Instead she dug her nails into his wrists, and in return he tightened his fingers around her nipples, making her arch up into the touch.

Beckett pumped into her again, stroking her clit in a messy rhythm.

“Fuck you? Knot you? Fill you up?” he asked, lowering his head until his lips brushed hers.

Eli nodded, panting. Yes, yes, she wanted that. All of it.

His knot nudged against her, and she and Jack both shook.

“Could knot you, plug you up.”

His fingers sped up, and when Eli eyed him, releasing a shaky breath, he grinned, sharp and dark. “Heard it takes better if you come, too.”

Eli’s vision went white as she snapped into pieces on his fingers pressing just right, on the knot finally breaching her entrance, stretching her impossibly wider. She trembled between them, her nails dragging down Jack’s arms as Beckett’s hands cupped her breasts and dug in so hard she hoped he left bruises to match the others that had bloomed across her skin over the weekend.

A cry spilled from her lips as Beckett and Jack rocked within her, barely moving and yet it felt like an earthquake, shaking her apart from the inside out.

Jack came first, spilling hot and wet inside her, cock twitching and hips grinding. He mouthed sloppily at the side of her neck, and for a single, bliss-filled second, she imagined his teeth sinking in.

A bond. Forever connected.

Just the idea set her off all over again, paired with the knot grinding just past her entrance, heightening her pleasure, refusing to let her come down.

A voice was crying out, pleading for more, yes, please, come on..

It took her a moment to realize it was her own.

She cracked her eyes open, blinked tears away, and locked onto Beckett. He leaned in, still grinding, panting, and she lifted her head for a kiss—

Only for him to lean past her, aiming for Jack.

No, no, nonono.

With a half-sobbed growl, Eli lifted a shaky hand and curled it meanly in Beckett’s stupid blond locks before dragging him back to her, away from Jack.

Eli wanted that kiss, pulling him to her and biting at his lips when he neared.

His hips stuttered, and by the time he parted his mouth for her to swipe her tongue over his, he was coming, knot thickening as he released inside her.

A distant thump, a curse, Jack’s hands sliding away from her breasts to squeeze around her sides.

“It’s almost—” Jack cursed against her skin.

“I know,” Eli whined, and dragged his hand back between her legs. “One more,” she begged. “Please, I just—”

“I’ve got you,” he said, but first he explored, feeling with his fingertips the way she was stretched obscenely around both of their cocks. “God, Eli.”

The reverence in his voice made her shiver.

It was almost over, she knew. She could feel it in her bones, but it only made her want more. The light at the end of the tunnel, or something—

“Yes,” she said as Jack found the spot, and she tried to roll her hips into his touch, but they both groaned with the movement and a grin struck her lips.

She did it again, and their grunts were like a reward, Beckett’s knot tugging at her entrance and Jack twitching inside her. Flooded with their cum, she wondered if it was leaking out of her yet even around the knot.

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