Page 48 of Knot Her Mountain Men

My cheeks warmed. Instead of speaking, I pulled his mouth down to mine again, hooking my elbow behind his neck to hold him close. Bear’s touch had turned even more reverent than before. I didn’t know what to say to him, but I definitely wouldn’t be saying my statement wasn’t true. Even with all the chaos that had brought me here, I felt like I had poured into an empty space that was just waiting for me.

Home had never felt the way most people described when I was growing up. It wasn’t a safe place for me, and I had never gotten homesick.

But this place?

I was going to miss it so much when I had to leave.

Getting attached was stupid. It didn’t stop me from feeling it growing with every brush of Bear’s mouth against mine. I had to appreciate this time for what it was: a pocket of bliss I didn’t deserve to keep.

Bear took me apart so slowly, my pleasure rising like one grain of it was added to the pile at a time until I was shaking at the peak and desperate to pull him over the edge with me.

“Knot me.”

He filled his hands with my ass, bringing our hips together sharply, the heat of his cum blooming deep inside me as his knot sealed me shut, keeping every drop inside. The orgasm from the knot was more akin to being springboarded into the stratosphere than the slow rise he had treated me to before.

“Fuck, Bear!” I cried out, digging my nails into his shoulders, arching up sharply before collapsing back into the blankets.

Bear nuzzled my head, scent marking my hair a dozen times while I twitched and squeaked, each shift of his hips sending a fresh ripple of sensation through me.

“Stay,” he whispered roughly.

Yes.

“I can’t stay forever.”

“Stay,” he insisted again. His teeth ghosted over the curve of my neck and he bit down just enough to trigger my omega whine, sending my instincts soaring.

I clung to him, unable to give him the answer he wanted, and unwilling to hear myself say no again. If we needed to surround ourselves in a fantasy to get through this, then that was what we would do. I could push back the fact that I had a job and an apartment waiting for me, a whole new life hours from here. I could melt into the bliss he offered.

Was it more cruel to live a lie or to force reality? Maybe it would be better to indulge? No sense in making both of us miserable focusing on the future when the present was so impossibly sweet.

Did I deserve it? Maybe not.

Was I going to take what was offered anyway?

Bear’s purr rumbled through me.

I didn’t have the strength or the desire to push him away. Fuck it. I couldn’t see how deep the water was, but I was going to dive in anyway. Whether that was a safe landing in the end or crashing onto the rocks, only time would tell.

Morgan always smelled like maple syrup, but when I woke to her scent in my nose it was like pure sugar. Her whole body was plastered against me, her skin hot as she pressed every exquisite, naked inch to me.

I had never dared imagine a world where I would wake up next to an omega. But here she was. Sweet, perfect, and more than I ever could’ve dreamed of. I stared at her tangled mass of red curls. She was so close to her heat, and before it kicked in would be our only chance to get her clean for the next few days. She would probably appreciate everyone getting a solid scrub-down before we were all lost to the sea of hormones.

Morgan blinked sleepy eyes up at me and burrowed closer, wedging her head firmly beneath my chin, her little purr roaring. The sound of it soothed every anxiety, healing bits of me I hadn’t even acknowledged were broken. She felt safe, and she trusted me to keep her that way. I didn’t even mind that it was the lack of suppressants that had pushed her to accept us. Her instincts knew she could trust us, and that went above and beyond growing attraction.

Her various limbs patted the area around us, finding the space empty but for the two of us. “Where is everyone?”

I shrugged. If they weren’t in here with us, something urgent had to be occupying them, but I wasn’t going to move an inch to find out what it might be.

My omega let out a soft whine. “It’s so close, Bear.”

“I know,” I whispered.

She squirmed, trying to wedge somehow closer. “Squish me.”

I rolled over, compressing her against the blankets. All the nerves and fear I had seen in her when she’d first arrived were gone when she was in my arms. She was a gift, a sweetness I could never take for granted.

Footsteps on the stairs stole my attention, the others appearing at the opening of the nest one by one.

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