Page 63 of Knot Her Mountain Men

She clutched my hair, lifting her hips to meet every stroke of my tongue. My jacket was going to smell like heaven. When her bucking grew too unruly, I pinned her down by the thighs so I could continue my feast. With her movements hobbled, her volume grew. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the others could hear her from the lodge.

My name melted into moaning, my perfect omega so riled up she couldn’t finish one word before her body overrode her brain. She spilled over my tongue with a scream that primed every alpha instinct I possessed. I climbed over her panting form to reclaim her mouth, her lips practically feral against mine. Before giving her what she craved, I tasted all the way down her throat and sucked at each pink tip, cradling her breasts in my hands while she squirmed.

When she transitioned to begging whimpers, I gave in, shoving my pants down and lining myself up. I didn’t even have time to be gentle when her ankles locked around me and dragged me deep. The snug, slick heat of her snapped half the threads of my control in that one movement.

I fucked into her with a ferocity I didn’t quite understand, digging my fingers into the dirt for an anchor. Morgan’s every desperate noise flowed over my ears, and my hips developed a mind of their own. They drove into her, spurred on by those delicious sounds, each one imploring me to claim her deeper. Who was I to deny her that?

I rode her hard, reality fading in and out. All I knew was that I needed her to keep making those sounds and I needed to keep burying my cock in her cunt until she had been satisfied.

The world melted away. There was only Morgan and the sensation of her writhing beneath me. I fucked in, my knot swelling, pushing against the grip of her pussy and sending pleasure sailing through every cell in my body until I was so overwhelmed by it I could hardly breathe.

Her teeth sank into me again, the remaining threads of my control snapping, instinct crashing over me like a tsunami. I bit back, claiming the top of her shoulder so the crescent of my teeth aligned with her clavicle. Maple and copper filled my mouth, Morgan bursting like a firework in my chest.

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I surfaced with a groan, looking down at Morgan, blissfully sleeping beneath me. She glowed like embers in my chest, the warmth of her repairing the broken pieces inside me, smoothing the sharpness of my insecurities and wrapping me up in the soft contentment of my omega.

Holy shit.

Myomega.

No one had been out here to stop me from biting her. I hadn’t been strong enough to resist a third time.

It took me a few moments to gather my wits. I checked her over, finding her skin cool to the touch, but not dangerously so. My knot was still buried deep in her.

Fuck.

I needed to get her home safe.

It took some wrangling, but I managed to pull my pants back up enough that they would stay on, and I wiggled into my coat with Morgan still inside it. I clutched her awkwardly to my chest. I could come back for the bits left behind, but her comfort and safety were the priority right now.

Morgan snuggled against me as I walked, her purr rumbling away. Her contentment in my arms was like a blanket smothering down my anxiety. She was happy. That was the important part, even if I wasn’t convinced she knew what had happened yet.

The lodge came into view. Kit was watching us from the windows and came sprinting down. “You were gone for so long we almost came after you.”

I winced and turned away when he tried to collect Morgan from me.

He raised a questioning eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, I inclined my head toward the lodge. Morgan woke as we ascended the stairs into the living room. She blinked up at me, gray eyes confused.

I sat on the couch and she stared down at our joining the bodies. “Did you knot me outside and carry me all the way back?”

I nodded and tugged the coat off both of us, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her skin to the others, including the bite mark I had left on her.

“Bear, are you fucking serious?” Kit hissed.

“Is that a…” Mav trailed off.

“Sure fucking looks like it,” said Ryder.

“What are we talking about?” Morgan asked.

“He bit you.” Kit glared at me, but I was more concerned about Morgan’s response.

She traced her fingers over the mark, shivering before reaching out to touch the most recent one she had given me. She dropped her hand to her chest, pressing against her ribs. “Is that what that is? I thought it was a weird omega thing I wasn’t familiar with.”

I waited for her to be upset, but at the moment not even a flicker of it was present in the bond. Curiosity was the strongest thing coming through from her.

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