Page 104 of Knot Her Mountain Men

She tapped the tip of my nose. “No. You have to let me contribute. I’m happy to do it because I know all of you are happy to take over if I didn’t want to. I like feeling like I’m a part of the pack and I know you guys actually appreciate when I do things. That makes all the difference.”

I’d let her do as much or as little as she wanted, so long as it was only happening because she enjoyed doing it.

Planting a kiss on her shoulder had her tipping her head to the side, giving me a clear path to do the same up her throat. Desire slid down the bond like warm syrup. She’d been smelling downright sinful since the photo shoot, and I took every opportunity to sweeten her scent for my own indulgence. I couldn’t even feel bad about it because I could tell through the bond exactly how thrilled she was each time.

“Is this you telling me I need to take a break or are you just playing?”

“Both,” I whispered against her skin.

“Compromise on me sitting on your lap while I work?”

I pulled away so she could stand, and then I took her spot after tugging down my pants so my cock would be free for her. Maple and slick filled my nose.

She shimmied her panties to the floor, leaving her in only another of our T-shirts. It seemed like that was her favorite outfit while we were indoors, and I wasn’t going to complain one bit about it. I balanced her weight as she arranged herself, slowly sinking down on my cock and sending me into euphoria.

“Keep working,” I whispered and swept my hands over her thighs.

How she actually managed to comply was beyond me. Each new touch had her clenching around me, but she stubbornly kept going, compiling resources she would need to get everything set up. It was a damn good thing all the chairs in here were leather or we might’ve had to burn this one after. As much as I loved the smell of her slick, she probably wouldn’t want something where it had soaked into the fabric.

Her whimpers were pure music. Since I had the time, I took it, exploring every generous curve. I came across the knowledge that her pussy spasmed each time I pinched one of her nipples. I may have taken considerable advantage of that information.

She dipped forward, groaning. “Bear, you’re gonna wear out my pussy muscles doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered.

Morgan let out a huff. “No. I was just pointing it out.”

Finally abandoning her work, she stripped her shirt off and melted back against me. Her fingers locked in my hair as I sampled the expanse of skin from the top of her neck to her shoulder, letting my hands wander as I did so. I could play with her all day like this if she let me. My cock wasn’t going down anytime soon, so unless we switched to a different position, I was going to have to ruin her slowly.

Morgan spread her thighs and moaned my name.

“Do you want to come, angel?”

“Yes,” she gasped when I brushed over the slick-damp hair between her thighs.

She twitched and shivered with every stroke against her clit, body already primed, need so thick in the bond I couldn’t even tell hers from mine.

Her pussy clenched when I threaded my fingers into her hair and held tight to keep her throat exposed, sweet maple turning my thoughts into fog.

“Move the monitors,” I whispered harshly, and blessedly Morgan had enough wits still about her to listen. She turned them to the side, giving us more space; then my omega leaned over the desk, propping both knees on top to show off the slick dripping down her thighs just for me.

She moaned sharply when I fucked into her, keeping a firm grip on her hips. Morgan gathered up her hair, handing the makeshift ponytail to me so I could keep hold of it while we played. Her sounds shifted to a voracious chant that alternated between curses and my name. Who gave her the right to be so fucking perfect?

Even pushing her over the edge didn’t slow me down. Her pussy squeezed, pulsing as she cried out, overwhelmed, but I couldn’t stop. Every plunge into her was like coming home. I rode her with a ferocity that had her omega instincts practically singing down the bond, begging me to go harder, faster. So I did.

Denying her anything wasn’t even possible anymore. Whatever she wanted, I would give.

“Fuck, Bear, I—” She screamed, and slammed her hips back, kicking me over the edge with her.

We collapsed backward into her chair, both panting, my knot firmly planted inside her.

“Holy shit.” She laughed, still breathless.

I purred in response, keeping a steady hold on her so she didn’t slide away on my slick-drenched thighs. Not that she could with my knot, but gravity only cared so much.

I wasn’t sure how long we sat like that, purring away, but it was enough time for the sweat and slick to dry, and for Pumpkin to decide she was lonely enough to sing us the song of her people from downstairs.

Morgan laughed. “I think she might miss us.”

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