Page 66 of Knot That Serious

Just the idea made her tighten, squeezing around them as if to keep every drop inside.

Jack’s hand was steady on her clit, and the orgasm was building fast, quicker than any of the others, and she breathed shakily to welcome it. It spread through her, down to the fingers she clutched at Beckett with and the toes curling into the air. Jack supported all of her weight, and she suddenly felt so small, so cared for in his embrace, one arm thrown around her waist to hold her to him and the other playing so delicately between her thighs.

“Give me one more, Eli, come on,” Beckett encouraged.

Jack drew up and down her clit in a drugging rhythm and pleasure clung to her, syrupy and warm, and she couldn’t escape it as it razed on.

“Come for us,” Jack pleaded, and nipped at her neck.

It was then, his teeth so close to where she wanted them, yet far too gentle to leave a mark—the intention, the what if, was enough to send her soaring.

It shook through her, devastating in its intensity, and all three of their groans mixed together as she came apart for the last time.

When she blinked her vision clear again, she was limp on Jack’s chest, and so tired. She’d never felt this exhausted in her life.

But the last little spark of need had finally been snuffed out, and Eli breathed a breath not tinged with desperation for the first time in days.

“Oh my god,” she whined, voice torn to shreds.

Her legs went lax around Beckett’s hips, and then they were…

“We didn’t think this through, did we?” Jack asked.

“Can we roll over?” Beckett suggested.

More groans—of complaint this time more than anything—filled the room as they attempted to roll on their sides. It was a messy operation of limbs and sweat and skin, but eventually, they settled on their sides, Beckett’s knot still stretching her open around the two of them.

“So, you guys come here often?” Jack questioned.

Eli snorted and bumped her head back into his chest affectionately, but couldn’t be bothered to open her eyes.

“Aw, think she’s tuckered out,” Beckett teased.

Eli elegantly lifted a single finger and pushed it in his direction. They chuckled around her, and even her own lips twitched.

“We made it,” she said.

They’d made it through her first heat.

Now all she had to worry about was… after.

13. Oops

Jack

Jack moaned under the hot spray of the shower, washing sweat and cum and probably a healthy dose of saliva from his skin.

“I know,” Eli agreed, and reached for the shampoo eagerly.

“Here, let me,” Jack interjected, and took the bottle from her hand.

They switched places, and Jack lathered her pink hair, her head threatening to fall limp as she groaned. He chuckled, watching the strands curl and slip through his fingers as he dug them into her scalp.

“Still sensitive?” he asked softly.

“All over,” she agreed, a little shiver dancing up her spine. “I dread tomorrow, when I’m sure the aches will have set in.”

Jack grimaced and shuffled his feet, feeling the stiffness in his thighs and hips. “Yeah, I think I’m… spent, for a while.”

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