Page 53 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“Soon,” replied Kit. He gently finger-combed my hair, setting off my purr as he worked, carefully weaving the strands into a neat braid to keep them out of my face.

I squirmed across the expanse of alphas and back into Kit’s arms, needing a fresh hit since the other two in my bed weren’t providing.

“You’re going to smother down there, little fox.” Kit pulled back some of the blankets and I retracted sharply, burying my face against him. “We’ll close up the tent when Bear gets here.”

“I need him herenow.” A shiver rolled through me. It was so fucking close.

“Her scent shifted again,” Kit announced, clutching me closer, his whole body vibrating. “Get Bear inside.”

Maverick sprinted out in his birthday suit, opening the window to yell down into the yard, “Bear, her heat is starting! Get your ass back up here.”

A few moments later my final alpha was inside my nest tent, and I plastered myself against his cool skin, pleasure zipping up my spine at the relief that brought. I sucked down a sharp lungful of cedar and woodsmoke. He laid me down between him and Ryder, leaning close to whisper in my ear, “Do you want me to touch you, angel?”

“Pretty sure I’ll die if you don’t.”

He slipped his callused fingertips down my body, my breath catching and muscles trembling. Bear took his time, claiming my mouth as he wove patterns over my heated skin before finally burying his hand between my thighs. I spread them open in blatant invitation and locked my arms around his neck so I could melt into his kiss. The heel of his palm pressed down on me so I couldn’t rock my hips. Apparently he was still serious about me resting before my heat began. He swept slow circles over my clit and devoured every pitiful whimper his touch drew out of me.

Ryder’s hands snaked beneath the blankets, settling on my thigh as if waiting for permission to go further.

“Ryder, get a move on,” I gasped out before delving back into Bear’s kiss.

His fingers joined Bear’s, but instead of teasing my clit, they plunged into me and I arched helplessly. “Fucking hell, she’s so wet.”

I couldn’t catch my breath. I broke away from Bear, gasping and writhing. Maverick leaned over Ryder, dipping his head to reach my nipple. I bucked feverishly even with Bear trying to hold me still, my body a live wire of sensation.

“Easy, angel,” Bear grumbled in my ear before planting a trail of kisses down my throat.

There was no easy, only an inferno building in my core, stoked by every touch. I was safe with them, but even so, I clung hard to the edges of reality, afraid to let go despite knowing they would catch me. Each brush against my clit was like Bear coming along and detaching my grip.

I plummeted off the edge, vision blacking out, a scream lodged in my throat as I tumbled down, down, down.

The heat sank its claws deep into Morgan.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, flickers of fresh snow and pine needles rushing out, my scentfinallyresponding to my omega sliding into her heat. I’d thought it might come on like ice slowly melting, but instead it was the collapse of a dam, all of it pouring through to meet her.

Morgan pawed desperately at me, forcefully rearranging my body until I was pressing her flat and she could get a solid breath of me. Her needy whine spurred me into action. I drove my cock into her as she clung to me, latching her teeth onto my throat and sweeping her tongue over my skin.

I didn’t have to ask if she liked my scent. She was practically huffing me.

“Don’t bite her back,” Kit reminded me. “Let her chomp all she wants, but we can’t complete any bonds.”

“Yeah, y—fuck. I got it.”

Morgan cursed, growling and clinging, taking every frantic thrust I could offer.

“Deep breaths, little fox,” Kit cooed. “I’d tell you to pace yourself, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

I was going to fucking lose it. How was I supposed to keep it together when I had never encountered someone so desperate to have me? Morgan was practically feral in my arms, using her heels to drive her hips closer and meet every thrust.

“Hold her down. She’s going to exhaust herself before we even get going.”

Maverick was the first to move and follow my instruction, untangling the lock of her ankles behind me and hooking his arm beneath her knee to support her leg and spread her open. Bear did the same on her other side, stretching out next to us and propping her ankle on his shoulder.

Morgan let out a desperate whine.

“Better amp it up if you’re not gonna let her cling,” said Kit.

“I’m fucking trying.”

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