Page 94 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Fucking hell, Violet,” he snarls, something about what I’ve said, turning him into an animal. He’s an Alpha close to a rut.

Shit. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

He’s fucking me hard, but it feels amazing. Almost too much.

My body feels like it’s on fire. I’m so close. So damn close. But I don't want to cum. Not until he’s knotted me like he should.

The sounds of our flesh slapping together mix with the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into my dripping pussy. So much slick.

My breasts are heavy and aching. I want his mouth on them, sucking until my eyes roll back. But we don’t have time for that. I need to cum. I need his knot. I need his fucking mark.

Higher and higher I go, my head spinning with euphoria. I think I might pass out. My vision is going fuzzy, there's a ringing in my ears, and I’m sobbing nonsense at this point.

His cock hits my sweet spot, causing me to arch off the counter, my head tossed backward.

And that’s when I see him.

Nolan stands on the other side of the door, his eyes locked on us. I wonder what he sees right now: his two lovers tangled together in a primal moment?

From the look of pure lust and hunger in his eyes, he likes what he sees.

He looks like he’s seconds away from coming over here and devouring me for himself.

“Fuck it,” The growl that leaves Thomas’ chest has my core clapping down around him. “You’re fucking mine.”

Something takes over me that I can’t quite describe. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, heaven and hell. It’s like every star in the galaxy explodes inside me as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had hits me hard.

Because Thomas is thrusting his knot inside my pussy that’s already so tightly wound around his cock, it’s fucking painful, like he’s ripping me in two.

Only the pain is overpowered by his teeth piercing the skin of my throat.

I feel our connection; it’s stronger than when Aiden bit me, our souls weaving together, tethering us to one another.

It’s like the final piece of the puzzle clicks into place. I feel whole. Like I’m complete.

But no, that’s not right. I’m not whole. Not until I make Nolan mine. He’s mine. He needs to be a part of me, too. I need his bite and I won’t truly be whole until he’s bitten me.

It’s not until I’m gasping for air as if I’m coming up out of water that I realize I blacked out.

Then I feel it, a throbbing pain not only in my neck but the palm of my hand.

Blinking my heavy lids open, I look up to find Nolan staring down at me, his eyes wide and wild. And his mouth latched to my hand.

He bit me, too. He claimed me as his own.

“Fuck. Fucking hell, fuck!” Thomas roars. “Damn it. I can’t stop.” He sounds pained, and I can feel it.

His cock is still moving inside me, filling me with everything he’s got as my cunt milks him, claiming every drop myself.

“What the fuck just happened?” Thomas groans, breathing in ragged pants. I look over to find him staring at Nolan, confused. “When the hell did you get here?”

Nolan releases my hand, pressing a kiss to the punctured skin.

“Thought I’d catch a show.” Nolan chuckles. “And might I say, it’s the best show I’ve ever seen in my life?”

I grin up at him, and I’m sure I look pretty silly right now, but I don’t care. I’m drunk at the moment. Cum drunk? Knot drunk? Love drunk? I don’t fucking know. All I know is I feel amazing.

“I think you broke her.” Nolan grins. He leans down and presses a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “How are you doing, Sweets?”

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