Page 59 of Knot Her Mountain Men

My pussy was empty for one brief miserable moment before they rolled me, lifting my hips for someone new to fuck in. I pressed my cheek to a soft thigh, instantly turning to sink my teeth into them.

Bear, again. Cedar and woodsmoke flared around me, my cunt clenching over the strangled sound he made. He stroked my hair softly while someone else rode me into oblivion.

At least now my teeth had stopped aching, even if it did stir up the visceral need for someone to bite me in return.

Didn’t they want me?

Didn’t they feel the same drive to keep me?

I growled, clinging tighter to Bear.

Bite, goddamnit.

Claim me.

A hand prodded at me, trying to loosen my jaw. All that succeeded in doing was making me let go of Bear and I snapped my jaws closed on them instead. Spruce resin and beeswax erupted.

Kit.

He had been the first to give me new experiences.

He would claim me.

But he fuckingdidn’t.

He curled around my head, holding me carefully, his lips pressed to my hair while he muttered a string of curses. My growl didn’t prompt him into action the way I wanted it to.

“Little fox.”

I melted at the name.

“Wecan’t.”

Melt gone.

Fuck this.

I released my bite only to snare higher up, getting the fleshy part of his forearm. His scent burst again, bathing me in a cloud of spruce and beeswax. I wanted to roll around in it, to coat myself in every single one of their scents so I could carry them around and out into the world with me. Nothing could hurt me then.

Why didn’t they want me to be safe? If I were theirs, I would be.

More tears slipped free, the salt burning my cheeks. Kit kissed them away, his honeyed sweetness in my nose. But a kiss wasn’t a claim.

“Angel, breathe.” Bear’s harsh whisper was warm against my ear.

How was I supposed to breathe? If someone would just bite me, my lungs could expand, filled up with them.

They took me in body, but not soul. Nobody cared about that part. Everyone was always happy to take advantage of my body through my labor, through my time, through a fulfillment of their desires, but my soul? Did they see that? I felt the brush of theirs when my teeth were in them. Didn’t they feel mine reaching out?

They forced my mouth open as pleasure swept me away again, the heat dragging me down.

Morgan fell asleep on my knot, her energy finally depleted. I’d lost track of how many rounds we’d gone, but sleep seemed like a decent sign.

Her skin was still frustratingly warm. Every so often one of us would gather snow into a towel and trace the damp fabric over her. She shivered and twitched every time, but made no sound of complaint. I wasn’t sure if that was due to her being too exhausted, or if she had fully surrendered into trusting us to take care of her.

I hoped for the latter.

Exhaustion seemed to be the theme of the day. Morgan’s brutal heat had taken its toll on all of us and it still wasn’t over. I hated to think she might be suffering. Had we been able to drown out the discomfort of the fever?

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