Page 55 of Knot Her Mountain Men

She bit down on one of the pillows in front of her, growls matching each of Maverick’s thrusts.

“You are way cuter getting fucked than you have any right to be,” I said with a laugh.

“Oh, fuck, she’s gripping so damn tight.” Maverick groaned.

“Welcome to heaven and hell shoved into the same sensation.”

Maverick pulled out sharply, coating her skin with his release, and Morgan let out a pitiful whine.

“Come here, firecracker.” I scooped her off the blanket pile and draped her over my chest, my hard cock pressing against her stomach. Kit took up his place behind her, trading out with Mav, and I got the benefit of seeing her gorgeous face right in front of me.

Her kiss was feral, punctuated by little gasps that warmed my lips each time Kit drove into her. “That’s our good girl. You’re being so perfect for us.”

I slipped my hand down to cradle her throat and Kit let out a curse, Morgan erupting. Interesting.

I held tight enough she couldn’t lift her head away, her breathing seemingly unaffected, at least until I wove my hand around her braid and she switched to pitiful whining. “I think I discovered something our girl likes.”

“Sure fucking looks that way.” Maverick got himself more comfortable so he could watch her. “Do you like being manhandled, sweetheart?”

She wasn’t really capable of answering us right now, but another round of cursing from Kit gave us a pretty good idea.

“How’s that grip treating you?” I asked.

“I’m gonna fucking die before this is over. Holy shit.”

“Our voracious little omega.” I kissed her again, drinking down her desperate sounds. “Don’t you worry. We’re going to give you everything you need and more.”

Everything was unfair: how beautiful she was, how fucking incredible she felt squeezing around my cock, how goddamn incapable I was of lasting as long as I wanted to when I was buried to the hilt. Thank the gods there were four of us.

I was pretty sure part of me had never fully grasped the necessity of a pack for omegas, but it sure as fuck did now. Our girl had been insatiable and inconsolable for hours, neither soothed nor satisfied no matter how many orgasms we gave her.

Ryder, the lucky fucker, had his scent come in already and mine was being a stubborn bitch. I wanted her to experience the match. Knowing she was mine wasn’t nearly the same as her knowing she was.

“You’re up, Mav.” Ryder pulled out of Morgan and rolled her toward me. Her skin was so hot. I was half tempted to take her outside and see if fucking her in the snow would break the heat any faster.

“Get her on me.”

Kit and Bear settled her on my lap, and I hissed as she sank down on my cock. I tugged her gently by her braid until she was draped across me so I could fuck up into her while still letting both of us rest a little. She bit down on my shoulder and Kit closed his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t bite her in return no matter how much my teeth ached with the desire to do so. He switched over to getting a good grip on my hair so he wasn’t impeding my breathing.

The universe kept getting more and more unfair. If I bit Morgan, she would never leave us. I wasjustcoherent enough to know how shitty it would be if I took that choice from her.

Each of her little sounds kept me motivated. I wasn’t going to stop or slow down when she was singing for me like that even with my skin muffling her. She slammed her hips down out of nowhere, gripping me tight as she came with a gush of slick, catching me off guard so I couldn’t lift her off before my knot trapped her. It pushed her over the edge again, the frantic pulsing of her pussy around me sending me to euphoria.

Balsam fir and juniper berries erupted out of me like a cloud.

Fuckingfinally.

Morgan bucked hard despite the knot holding her in place, her growl getting louder even as she sank her teeth deeper.

Fuck. Me.

“You’re okay, little fox.” Kit kissed her hair and passed control of me over to Bear before moving to slot between our spread thighs. “Let’s see if a cock and a knot give you some relief.”

I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt him rooting around over there. “Are you going to be the first one in her ass too?”

“If we’re counting fingers, Ryder had that honor. You got to be her first knot in the heat,” he pointed out. “You can share a first with me too by being part of her first three-way.”

Bear signed out a quick “Greedy,” a tired smile on his face.

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