Page 95 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Our omega shuddered. “Keep going.”

She took a few moments to adjust before opening her mouth for Ryder, using her hand to guide the depth.

It was ridiculous how fucking beautiful she looked like this—stuffed at every end, skin pink with pleasure, goosebumps decorating her as much as her freckles. While they worked at coaxing her up the peak, I stripped down as well, stroking a steady hand over my cock and leaning close to soak her in.

Even with Ryder’s cock muffling her, each moan, whimper, and whine was like the boom of a bass drum through me.

She broke apart for them so beautifully. Slick spattered on Bear’s thighs and I wedged my fingers between her and Maverick, eager to set her off again. Bear was the first to give in, his hips jerking erratically before he pulled out with a growl to coat her skin. Ryder was next to spill into our omega, Maverick following them both over the edge.

I purred as I carefully maneuvered her, letting her stay draped over Maverick and using his legs to keep hers spread. “All right, little fox. Let’s get you that knot.”

Iwas a puddle of lust melted all over Maverick, Kit’s knot buried in my pussy. My brain was closer to a bowl of soup than a functional organ, turning soupier every time anyone shifted. Ryder laid his arm over my back and gently tucked my hair away from my face before resting his forehead against mine.

“Best dinner delay ever,” he said with a laugh. “You doing okay, firecracker?”

I managed a brief thumbs-up.

“Let’s get some dinner into you.” Maverick stroked a soft hand over my hair.

Bear appeared with a damp cloth to clean my skin before Maverick sat up carefully, Kit keeping a firm grip on my hips and drawing me back onto his lap.

My pack cleaned up themselves and the table from our escapades, and then brought the food over.

“Having guests is gonna put a real damper on the spontaneous fucking,” said Maverick, grinning at me.

“We have to get in some extra before then to make up for it.” I settled in, resting my arms on the table to keep a comfortable angle while I was on Kit’s knot.

Bear tapped me on the shoulder, his eyes full of fire when I looked over. “We don’t deserve how perfect you are.”

“We’re not talking about deserving right now because I’m pretty sure my brain is never going to let me accept that I deserve to be taken care of.”

I didn’t love the tension that suddenly formed in all of them at my words, but my statement was true nonetheless. Maybe one day that would change, but not today.

They didn’t fight me on it, but they did make sure they were all touching me while we ate. Kit drew designs on my back with his fingertips; Bear sat to one side, keeping his hand laced through my hair; Maverick sat across from me with my feet on his lap; and Ryder sat at the head of the table, his palm on my arm.

Fighting with my own brain was weird. I couldn’t even use the argument that they thought I deserved more, and there were more of them than me so they were probably right. If I fell into that trap, I’d get buried alive by how many of my brothers thought I was a waste of space if I wasn’t directly serving their needs.

Bear’s thumb brushed over my cheek, soft affection flowing through the bond from him. I took a deep breath and reached for him, letting the feel of his lips on mine distract me from the well of self-loathing trying to overflow from my past to my present.

He was so sweet to me. With the bond I couldn’t doubt how he felt, not when it was broadcast with all the clarity of a neon sign through our connection. Would I feel differently about myself if I shared that connection with the others too?

Having a full stomach, my alphas’ scents in my nose, and their hands on my skin helped a lot. In some ways I struggled with that too. They had done well with keeping each other from bonding me, and the next time I went through a heat they would know not to take the risk of leaving me alone with one of them before we could guarantee it was over.

Bear’s affection grew warmer, wrapping around me. Was it selfish of me to crave that assurance? We were trapped with each other and my opposition to it melted away the longer we were together.

One of the multitude of reasons I’d been afraid to share a heat with the other alphas in my proximity growing up was because I knew deep down they wouldn’t have had the restraint my pack did. They wouldn’t have been gentle, would’ve probably gotten mad at me to feel my discomfort in the bond, and I’d have had to deal with feeling the truth of how little regard they had for me. None of the alphas from before wanted me for me. I was a conquest to them, and the thought of being intimate with them made my skin crawl. I was grateful I had to be in heat to get bonded or I might’ve never escaped.

Bear pulled away, brushing tears from my cheeks.

Kit hugged me from behind. “What’s wrong?”

“Just processing.” I sighed, gaze drawn to Bear’s hands as he asked if I wanted to go upstairs. “Yes, please.”

I wiggled experimentally, finding Kit’s knot had gone down enough that I could slide off without hurting myself. Bear bundled me into his arms.

“Do you want anyone up there with you?” Ryder asked.

“Everyone?”

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