Page 22 of Knot Her Mountain Men

The problem was that I was very quickly learning what I wanted and I had no idea how to ask for it. Too many men had made my skin crawl over the years. I had never asked them for anything, but now I was faced with this gorgeous alpha who smelled like heaven, and I wanted more than I knew what to do with.

“That’s unfair.”

Kit tilted his head. “Is it? How so?”

“I don’t know how to do this. In fact, I’ve spent a good deal of my lifeavoidingthis.”

“Avoiding what specifically?” His gaze was entirely too intense, making my blood simmer and my pussy clench.

“Alphas,” I replied honestly. “Heats. Intimacy. The alphas I grew up with weren’t good people, not really. Most of them haven’t updated their way of thinking to match this century. They’d have probably had me bonded and bred by twenty to keep me in line if I’d ever invited them to be part of my heats.”

Kit growled low. “Being with an omega is a privilege. Having one to care for is an honor I would never take for granted. I’d feed the others to the wolves if they even thought about it.” His gaze softened and he took both of my hands in his. “I’m sorry that your experiences with alphas have been negative. I have no interest in keeping you in line, and frankly the line in question shouldn’t even exist.”

I tipped forward, letting my forehead rest against his and he stilled, his scent growing stronger. “I’ve been afraid of my instincts my whole life. I always thought they would force me into a life I didn’t want with people who didn’t respect me, so I buried them. I don’t know you, so it’s probably stupid of me to feel safe here, but it’s literally the first time being surrounded by alphas that hasn’t made me want to disappear into the night.”

He swept his thumbs over my wrists, brushing the scent glands there and triggering a rush of maple syrup and black tea.

“I don’t know what to ask for,” I continued. “Show me how you would take care of me if you were part of my heat.”

“Showyou, not tell you?”

I swallowed hard, breath turning shallow. I needed to know how he would touch me, even if it was just first embraces. Would I be able to trust him with my body as the heat claimed my mind? My instincts screamed at me to simply tip my head and claim his mouth, but I held still, waiting for him to cross that bridge.

“Kiss me,” I whispered.

He shifted instantly, lips against mine, his fingers threading into my hair. A needy omega whine rushed out of me, desire spiraling all the way down to my toes. I curled my fingers into his shirt and almost died on the spot when he pulled my hips closer, spreading them open so he could properly kneel between them.

I melted, wrapping my arms around him, focusing on matching the pace of his mouth so he didn’t leave me in the dust. Every cell in my body tingled under his touch and my instincts crashed against the floodgates, demanding to take over, urging me to lie back and let him take everything I craved to give.

When he gently tugged my head to the side and dropped his lips against my throat, I arched closer with a whimper. Worries dripped away with each swell of slick between my thighs. Relief that his touch didn’t repulse me would have taken me out at the knees if I weren’t already sitting on Ryder’s bed.

The only problem now was that I had let go of some modicum of control and I didn’t know how to grab on again.

Morgan was sweet on my tongue, her body surging toward mine as she surrendered with a needy whine. I had been hoping for a connection when we came up here but hadn’t dared dream about what she requested of me.

She’d never had a positive experience with an alpha before and she had chosenmeto change that.

No pressure or anything.

I hadn’t been with an omega in so long. I’d almost forgotten what a force of nature they could be. Morgan was doubly so, being my scent match. The rise of her scent coupled with her slick had my thoughts winking out. I held on to reality with both hands, trying desperately to keep a leash on myself and show her what things could be like with an alpha who gave a damn.

Her fingertips trailed down my chest and hooked into my belt, dragging me closer, her ankles locking behind me.

“Kit,” she whimpered, tucking her forehead against my throat. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t—I don’t react to alphas like this.”

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to clear my head, holding her with trembling hands. “I’m not a regular alpha to you,” I reminded her. “I’m your scent match. That alone would change things, and you’ve been on suppressants for averylong time. You’ve gone off them cold turkey. Nothing is muted anymore and you’ve spent years burying your instincts.”

She shivered, her hips rocking ever so slightly against me. “What do I do?”

“What do you want to do?”

Morgan leaned even closer. “You.”

I chuckled and inhaled her sweetness, my brain going fuzzy. “If it’s too much, I can leave you to take care of yourself.”

Her grip tightened on my belt. “No.”

“Touch yourself for me, little fox.”

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