Page 110 of Knot Her Mountain Men

The others faded in and out.

Ryder rolled us over, letting Morgan plaster herself all over me with my knot wedged deep while he took care of her pleasure. His cock slid against mine, only the thin barrier inside Morgan separating us.

She fucking loved it.

My omega was an overwhelming cacophony. Flickers of fear like distant memories popped up every so often but were immediately smothered by Ryder driving deep.

I held her like the treasure she was, unwilling to let her go.

My pack took their time with her. I had knotted her far too early in the heat, but we worked around it as best we could.

Time warped and melted.

All that mattered was the omega in my arms and the trust she had in us that glowed bright as a star in the bond.

Morgan broke the surface, the heat shattering to give her a moment to breathe. When her eyes turned clear and focused, she realized I was with her, and tears slid down her cheeks. “You’re here.”

“We’re here.” I cupped her face.

Before I could ask for details, she tucked her face against my throat. “Please let me stay.”

“Letyou stay? I’m ready to beg you to.”

She held on so tightly I could hardly breathe. “Kit,” she hiccuped, “I love you. I love you. I’m sorry I was too scared before. I’m not anymore, and I don’t want to go.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I love you too, little fox, and not a single one of us wants you to leave.”

She sat up to look at the bite on her shoulder. “You bit me.”

I tensed, not quite certain what her tone meant. “Bear said you wanted me to.”

“I did. I do.”

“You want Maverick and Ryder to bond you too?”

They both looked so hopeful and eager, waiting for her response.

“Yes. I think I need it as much as I want it. Being in the bond keeps the dark parts of my brain subdued, and I don’t want to let those parts make choices for me anymore.” She kissed me fiercely, so much affection in the bond it stole my breath. Morgan wedged her hand between us, pressing it to her chest. “I can feel you right here.”

“And how do I feel?”

She ran her nose along my ear. “Like you want to keep me.”

“I really fucking do.”

Something had changed drastically. I felt it in the air and in the way she looked at us. When Morgan said she loved Kit, I was half convinced it was the high of all of her heat pheromones making me hallucinate.

But it wasn’t a hallucination.

She climbed into my arms, clearly saying, “I need you to bite me,” each word dripping with conviction.

Morgan shuddered, the heat sweeping her away again but leaving her words like a demand branded on me.

I need you to bite me.

Did sweeter words exist? My omega needed me, but more than that, shewantedme, waschoosingme. Choosingall of usto be hers.

I didn’t know what the fuck had happened to flip that switch, but I wasn’t going to complain about it when it got me exactly what I had been craving this whole time.

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