Page 46 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Bear wrapped both arms around her, pressing her to his chest. I forced myself upright, my muscles twitching from the last dregs of pleasure. Her mouth was soft and sweet against mine, the adrenaline and fervent energy melting away now that all three of us had been satisfied.

“Was that okay?” she asked as I pulled away.

“You were perfect.”

She hummed and turned to Bear, letting out an impatient squeak until he kissed her too.

Morgan looked too fucking beautiful with the firelight dancing over her skin, the slight glisten of sweat almost making her sparkle.

“Stay with Bear. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to.” She settled more against him, closing her eyes and purring, Bear’s own purr rumbling in response.

We kept an enormous pot near the fire so some water would be warm and always accessible for drinking or washing up as needed. I scooped some out into a separate container and soaked a cloth, returning to give Morgan a solid wipe-down. She shivered with each brush of the cloth.

“If you guys are done railing our girl, the food is ready.”

Morgan squeaked, staring at Maverick. “Ourgirl?”

“Did you think you could possibly be anything else while you’re here?” I asked, searching her gaze for any worries or regrets.

“I—I’ve never been anyone’s before. I don’t know how to do that.”

“And we’ve never had anyone together before. I think we’ll figure it out.”

Bear held her tighter, letting his chin rest on her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, little fox. This is new for everyone. All you have to do is follow your instincts and know we’ll take care of you.”

Her lips parted and I couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss. Whatever happened, we had right now, and we had to hope that would be enough to keep her.

How the hell was I supposed to go back to real life after this? Being at the lodge with these alphas was a fever dream. My hormones were slowly bringing my rational mind in line with the whole situation. Every time I surrendered to an instinctual compulsion, I was rewarded with pleasure and safety.

I was practically Pavlov’s dog at this point. Whenever one of them looked at me, my body lit up like Fourth of July fireworks. They didn’t even have to touch me to provoke a response.

I burrowed into my nest, well fed and sleepy, surrounded by alphas. After dinner I had ordered them all into the nest with me, no clothes allowed. My purr had been buzzing so strongly I worried it would get worn out. Was that possible?

I couldn’t help it either way. Being at the center of an alpha pile, with all of them purring, demanded that response.

If anyone from before could see me now, they would probably think I was body snatched. Hell,Iwould think I was body snatched too. I didn’t even care, though. Being this comfortable and feeling this safe made my brain sluggish.

Bear was plastered against my back, his cock still inside me, though his knot had long since gone down. Kit lay in front of me, his chin on top of my head, and Maverick and Ryder sprawled on each side of them.

I’d spent so many years dreading my heat to the point I had unsafely medicated myself against them, but it was so hard to worry about it right now. These men took care of me at every turn, showed me what my body was capable of and how to receive pleasure, and pushed me toward being at peace with my instincts. However temporary all of this was, it seemed silly to do anything but embrace it.

I drifted in and out. The whole nest smelled like us, minus Ryder and Maverick, who were still frustratingly scentless. Maple and black tea, cedar and woodsmoke, spruce resin and beeswax infused every breath and saturated the fabrics around us.

I woke properly to Kit kissing my forehead. I grumbled, blinking open my eyes. “Hmm?”

“It snowed again. I’m going to get a start on clearing it.”

I pouted, as if that would be enough to get him to stay. I did get a kiss out of it, but he still left the nest. Ryder and Maverick followed shortly after, leaving me with Bear and my own petulance that they would dare have chores to contend with when I needed to be cuddled.

“Sleep, angel,” Bear grumbled in my ear.

“Ican’tsleep now. My instincts are getting screamy that everyone abandoned me.”

I felt the tears sneaking up, the tightness in my chest over the alphas being literally anywhere that wasn’t with me at this moment, and Ihatedit. They should behere. Not doingchores. Instincts were ridiculous. Who the fuck designed omegas to feel like the world was ending because an alpha wandered away when we were hormonal? Straight to cosmic jail for them.

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