Page 45 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“Do you want Bear to fuck you, omega?” I asked.

“Yes,” she squeaked out.

“Okay. Let me rearrange you a bit.” I made quick work of dragging down another couch cushion behind me and untangling her limbs so I could lie back. Morgan still pressed herself against me, but when she raised her hips for Bear, the shirt rolled up her back. What a sight we must be from the outside.

Bear wasted no time getting comfortable behind her and shoving down his pants. His growl set me on edge and Morgan let out a plaintive whine in response.

“Please, Bear,” she gasped out.

“Do you need to stay in the shirt, little fox?”

She hesitated a moment. “No?”

“You can stay there if you want. I was just checking.”

“I want to be contained.” She nuzzled my chest. “It feels safe.”

“Whatever you need is fine,” I promised. “If you want out of the shirt at any point, I can hold you instead.”

Morgan hummed softly. “Yes. Hold me.”

I wrestled us both free from the fabric and locked my arms around her, her purr renewing. She clung to me, wedging her face at my throat and lifting her hips in the air again with an impatient growl.

The sound prompted Bear into action, gripping her hips and sliding his cock into her dripping cunt. He groaned long and low, staring up at the ceiling with panting breaths. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Nothing felt quite as amazing as getting inside our omega.

I felt every quake of her body as she adjusted to Bear. Tugging on her curls brought her face up to mine, letting me drown in the ferocity of her kiss as I stole her whimpers for myself.

I’d never seen Bear fuck anyone before, but I had to say the wild look in his eyes made me believe he’d have earned his name if he wasn’t already in possession of it. Morgan cried out with every thrust, the tension in her body ratcheting up with each second that passed.

Ryder rejoined us, leaning over the couch to watch. “I always thought people who said watching was as hot as participating were dumbasses, but I could definitely get on board.”

Morgan broke away from my mouth and sank her teeth into my skin as she came. Her bite to muffle herself made me crave a real one that would tangle our souls up so tightly I had no hope of extricating them. Bear’s movements stuttered, his breath coming short. I knew what that squeeze felt like.

“I feel like a saint over here,” said Maverick. “You’d all better appreciate dinner not being burned.”

I couldn’t quite work up a laugh.

Bear didn’t last too much longer before yanking her hips back against him, the two of them detonating as his knot filled her up.

I drifted in a daze, the scent of Morgan’s pleasure making me dizzy. I thought we were finished for the moment, but she wriggled down my body, nudging Bear to back up until she could snatch the waistband of my pants.

“Motherfu—” My surprised cursing broke off when she wrapped her lips around me. I dropped my head with a groan and threaded my fingers into her curls.

Morgan didn’t have an ounce of finesse or practiced skill to her movement, and I didn’t give a flying fuck. My omega’s mouth was on me, and I was going to hit euphoria either way.

Thoughts crashed around in my head. Had she done this to anyone before? If I was the first to get this honor, there was a good chance I would come down her throat immediately from knowing that.

She shoved herself down too far and pulled back with a cough, shaking her head before closing her fingers around my length, sucking the tip like a goddamn lollipop and fighting with her hair to keep it out of the way.

“You ever done that before, firecracker?” Ryder asked.

She popped off briefly to shake her head.

Bliss rippled through me. She’d picked me to be her first for something again. I gathered her hair up to keep it out of the way and let her carry me away. I was already keyed up to hell and back from having her come in my arms, but having every eager, inexperienced touch was too much.

“Little—fuck. Little fox, I’m going to?—”

I’d expected her to pull away but her fingers held tighter, continuing to stroke while she closed her lips over the tip. Her eyes widened, catching my gaze as I spilled over her tongue. I bucked up helplessly, but her two-handed grip saved her. Our omega drank down every drop before settling back in Bear’s lap to look at me, her mouth glistening.

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