Page 87 of Knot my First Rodeo

“You wanna yell at Briggs?” Tripp offers.

“I feel like that one’s healthy.”

Briggs rolls his eyes.

Something embarrassingly emotional catches in my chest.

Because they’re serious.

No pressure or expectations, just them about to fuck me through my first heat.

“You can just stay with me?” I ask quietly.

Three answers immediately.

“Yeah.”

“Course.”

“Obviously.”

My heart starts beating almost painfully in my chest.

Embarrassing and a little overwhelming, mostly because not one of them hesitates.

I shift closer into Clint’s warmth without really thinking about it. His hand settles automatically against my side.

Clint glances between all of us. “Ground rules.”

“Oh, God,” I mutter, dragging both hands over my face. “Why is this somehow worse than literally everything else happening right now?”

Briggs leans back against the counter, arms crossed loosely over his chest, though his attention never really leaves me.

“No guessin’ games,” he adds quietly. “You don’t gotta be miserable tryin’ to tough it out.”

I look down at my hands. The cramps are still there, low and mean enough that I shift again before I can stop myself.

“Okay.”

Tripp leans closer, close enough that I catch the scent of him: key lime pie. “Virgin omegas go into heat with a lot of ‘what ifs.’ We need to know exactly what’s on the table, and what’s not. No shame, no judgment. You say it, we follow it.”

I swallow hard. “Um. Okay.” My fingers twist together in front of my stomach. “Knotting is… yes. But slow, please. I’ve never taken one, obviously.”

Tripp nods once. “Slow and careful. Got it. We’ll work you up to it.”

“Penetration, yes,” I say, my cheeks burning. “Obviously. That’s kind of the point.”

A ghost of a smile crosses Briggs’ face. “We’ll make sure you’re ready before anybody sinks in.”

I glance down, and pick at a cuticle. “Anal is a hard no. Not now. Maybe in the future, but definitely not during this heat.”

“Understood,” Clint murmurs behind me.

“Oral is… yes,” I manage. “Giving and receiving. Fingers, too. Lots of fingers.”

Tripp’s grin turns wolfish, but his voice stays steady. “Good to know. We’ll keep your mouth and your pussy occupied.”

I shiver. “And…” Deep breath. “No bonding. No biting. Not a single mark on my body from teeth. That’s non-negotiable.”