Page 111 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Morgan rolled into a presentation, lifting her hips in offering. That was a gift I wasn’t going to turn down.

I fucked into her, savoring her little mewls and desperate moans until she grew too unruly. I slammed home, knot swelling and setting her off again, and dropped down over her to offer my forearm. Her teeth snared deep and I followed the compulsion to do the same to her, claiming her with a bite to her unmarked shoulder. I wanted her mark visible on me, and I wanted to see mine on her as often as possible.

Morgan’s purr was so strong I could almost mistake it for growling. She exploded into the bond in a rush that had me emptying myself into her again. My omega was so warm, sitting inside my chest, a swirling mass of desperate desire and love so potent I didn’t know what to do with it.

Did she love me the way she loved Kit and Bear? Was I going to be blessed with those words?

Without releasing my bite, I slipped a hand between her thighs so I could tease her over the edge a few more times.

Feeling her surrender to me was a unique intoxication. Our omega was a fighter, fierce and vibrant, and I would never get over how soft she became with us, knowing she was safe enough to be vulnerable. Any worries she might’ve had were thoroughly drowned out by everything else tumbling around in the bond, including Kit and Bear glowing like two points of a constellation. I guess I was part of that constellation now too, and soon Ryder would be joining us.

How was anyone meant to be functional with this much lust coming from so many directions?

Fucking hell. Sex with a scent match was already a trip, but sex with a bondmate? Un-fucking-paralleled. Giving became the same as taking. Teasing her was like teasing myself, every touch streaming down the bond, muted but fascinating nonetheless. Half-mindless, I pushed Morgan to another rise, fingers slipping through her slick and grinding against her clit. I shuddered, emptying what little I had reserved into her, the rush of her sensations crashing against me in our connection.

I melted, forced to release my bite so I could suck in some much-needed ragged breaths as I tipped to the side, bringing her with me. I’d never been so close to heaven as I was in this nest right now. Her teeth still held my arm, her hands clutching the other side to keep me close. I licked over the fresh mark I’d given her, enjoying each tiny spasm from her pussy with every flick of my tongue.

“Little fox, you need to breathe.” Kit traced his fingertips over her cheek.

She wasn’tnotbreathing, but she was definitely working harder than necessary when she refused to unlatch.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I coaxed, gently working her jaw muscles with my thumb. “You can bite me all you want later.”

Morgan let out a soft sound of distress.

“You’re okay,” I murmured, nuzzling her hair. It smelled like pine sap and more than a few pieces stuck to my cheek. What the hell had happened? We still didn’t have any answers on that. “We’re right here, and we’re not going anywhere.”

The insistent squeeze of her cunt on my knot blitzed all my questions out of my head.

Kit managed to get her teeth free, but only for a second, our girl biting down on the curve between his thumb and forefinger. I chuckled as he cursed and spilled cum all over the nest.

“Cuddle up, buttercup,” I said with a laugh. “She’s bitey today.”

He flipped the soiled blanket over and lay down awkwardly, trying to account for Morgan’s hold on him and being able to touch as much of her as he could. It resulted in a few weird angles, but she was purring up a storm between us, so I was pretty sure she didn’t mind.

“She’s potent,” I groaned. “More than I expected in the bond. My last two brain cells are working really fucking hard right now.”

“How often is she going to go into heat?” Ryder asked.

“Fuck if I know.”

“How do we keep her safe if it’s going to happen without warning?”

“Man, this is a conversation for when I am not knot-deep in her with a scrambled brain. I can’t do logistics right now.”

Luckily Ryder only had to contend with the heat pheromones and not a fresh bond or the best pussy on the planet engulfing his cock. While the rest of us were drunk on her, he was busy working olive oil into the tree sap in her hair.

“I’m glad one of us has the ability to think right now,” I said with a laugh.

“She’s being so chill right now, I figured I would take advantage.”

That was a good point. Shewasbeing remarkably chill. Maybe this heat didn’t have the same oomph as the last one since they were so close together. What a blessing that would be. As much as I loved railing our girl into oblivion, we werenotfucking prepared for another heat.

Iwasn’t sure how I scraped together the brainpower with all her heat pheromones doing their best to deplete it, but I somehow managed. While she was temporarily sated, Bear and I worked on getting her cleaned up. Tree sap would be a nightmare to get out if all the fucking turned it into a sticky mat. Instead she would have some oily patches after I had ground olive oil into the sap and combed it all out along with all the bits of detritus from the forest floor.

She wasn’t in any condition to tell us where all of it had come from or how she had gotten so banged up, but hopefully soon.

“Okay, you can take a turn,” Maverick told me. “Knot her up.”

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