Page 23 of Knot Her Mountain Men

With a shudder, her hand dipped between her thighs, the movements brushing over my cock where it strained against the seam of my pants.

“That’s a good girl. Make yourself come and take the edge off.”

I held her while she shook, her panting breaths ghosting over my skin, the flex of her fingers driving me to the brink as she plunged one into her dripping pussy. When she seized in my arms, it came with a rush of slick that soaked through my pants.

Morgan let out a frustrated growl. “It’s not enough.”

I slid my fingers in to replace hers, stroking her clit until she bit down on my shoulder to muffle herself. She rocked hard against my hand, whining impatiently until I slid one of my fingers inside her.

Fucking hell, she was tight. I should’ve asked if she’d had sex since her first heat, given how she was repulsed by the general alpha population.

Morgan whined, clinging to me with every limb and making my task twice as difficult with no room to maneuver, but I wasn’t about to pry her off me. I gently tugged her hair until she unlatched from my skin so I could reclaim her mouth. I fell into an easy rhythm, devouring her lips and slowly finger-fucking her until her bucking got aggressively impatient.

I tilted her head to the side, snaring her throat with my teeth, applying pressure to the scent gland, and triggering her to come all over my hand. Her groan was perfection in my ear.

“Fuck.” She whined again, rocking harder, and shuddering through another rise.

I kept her pinned exactly like she was, staying as steady as I could manage. If she wanted things to go further, I had to go slow, no matter how much my instincts begged me to spread her open and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

Each time she started to frantically fuck herself against my hand, I added an additional finger and her body responded with an orgasm that squeezed my fingers so tight they couldn’t move. She was so wet, her pussy trying desperately to accommodate me.

My brain was melting like ice cream in the summer. I focused on the simple task of preparing her for what she asked for. Once she was ready, I planned to sample every inch of her skin, but right now she was waging a war against instincts that had been long buried, and patience wasn’t something I could expect from her.

She bucked again, growing increasingly unruly. Her nails dug into me, my skin luckily still protected by layers of clothing I needed to divest.

“If you want more, you’re going to have to let me go.”

Her whine had all my little hairs standing up.

“This is all you’re getting if you don’t let me strip down and change our position.” I ground the heel of my palm against her clit and she bit down hard on my shoulder as she came with another rush of slick.

This time when she stopped trembling, she finally began the process of unlocking her limbs. The moment I could, I whipped off my shirt, struck by the cool air of the room.

“Lie back for me, little fox.”

Morgan flopped back onto Ryder’s bed, glistening cunt on full display in the firelight, her hair spread out like a halo around her. She looked so fucking gorgeous dressed only in our clothes. Bear’s flannel sprawled out like wings, and his T-shirt on her was rucked up by her waist.

“Look at me,” I ordered, waiting until her gray eyes locked on mine. “I can make you come as many times as you need. I don’t have to fuck you if you’re not ready for that.”

“Please.” She reached for me.

If this was her coming off suppressants, I wasn’t sure I would survive her going into a full heat.

I would leave fucking to the end on the off chance that I was able to satisfy her without a knot. Dipping down, I swept my tongue between her thighs, sweet maple filling my senses. Something flicked off in my brain at finally getting to taste her, and I hoisted her ass with both hands so I could devour every drop. Morgan writhed on the bed, balancing her toes on my shoulders to push herself further against my mouth.

I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my tongue into her, consuming every bit of her I could reach. When her thighs pressed against my head, drowning out the world around me, I hit euphoria. Shattering, I pressed my still-clothed cock against the bedframe and panted against her cunt.

Good gods.

It had been over a decade since I had come in my pants. At least it would make it easier to think. In theory.

Morgan was voracious, her hips shaking. I lapped up every bit of slick she offered and pushed her through two more rises before her bucking got dangerous for both of us. Continuing meant risking a broken nose from a feral omega’s hips. I chuckled to myself. What a battle scar story that would be.

The fire had warmed the air so my goosebumps were a reaction to her and not the temperature. “Strip down.”

She wriggled her way free of the flannel and then the T-shirt, leaving herself gloriously bare, all lush curves and freckles. With a low growl, I crawled over her and sank down so I could feel the heat of her skin against mine and claim her mouth once more.

Having her squirming beneath me brought my cock back to life. During her heat we’d have no break at all, but we were both adapting.

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