Page 25 of Knot Her Mountain Men

My first real thrust had her locking her limbs around me again, every inch of her trembling. As I drove into her wet heat, each buck was met with an omega whimper in my ear, and every breath laced with maple had me half-delirious.

Scent match or not, she was fucking exquisite. Having her like this satisfied every alpha instinct I possessed. The only thing that would make it better would be sinking my teeth into her flesh to claim her.

“I’m close,” I murmured in her ear. “Do you want my knot?”

“Yes.” She groaned, pulling me tighter with her ankles.

That was all it took for me to lose my last thread of control. I drove deep, my knot swelling, cum bursting to fill her up.

“Motherfu—” Morgan bit down on my shoulder again, her body convulsing as the knot sent her spiraling. I was going to be covered in her marks and I intended to put every single one of them on display. Shame this wasn’t her heat, so the bites meant nothing beyond her being overwhelmed by desire, but I loved them all the same.

I cupped the back of her head, soaking in every facet of her presence. Rolling us over so she wouldn’t bear the brunt of my weight, I flipped Ryder’s blanket over us and unleashed my purr. Morgan melted against me, scent sweet and body pliant.

“Did you have fun?” I whispered.

She nodded, still not releasing her bite.

“You guys are taking fuckingforever,” came Ryder’s voice from the hallway. “What’s taking so lo—Did you fuck in my bed?!”

Well, shit.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” I hissed at Kit. “She almost died and you’re already climbing on her?”

Morgan’s pale cheeks were flushed in the fire light. “I asked him to.”

I snatched up one of my pillows and wedged it between them, muffling Kit’s ability to hear. “Did you actually or are you trying to save face with him? I’ll kick his ass if he took advantage of you.”

Morgan’s scent only grew stronger.

I steadfastly ignored my body’s response, keeping eye contact with her so she wouldn’t look down.

“You’d fight your own packmate for me?”

“I’d fightanyonefor you. No one will ever get away with that kind of shit here, packmate or not. Now tell me what happened.”

She blushed harder. “The asking might’ve been closer to a demand. My instincts are a little wild coming off suppressants and I needed him. I promise he didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

Relief replaced rage. Thank god I didn’t have to commit any crimes on Kit. I pulled the pillow back and Kit stared at me with wide eyes. “Did you guysreallyhave to use my bed? How the fuck am I supposed to sleep tonight?”

I wasn’t actually complaining about having her scent on my sheets all night, but it was guaranteed to fuck with my body.

“You can have my room if you want,” Kit offered.

Morgan shifted, her scent spiking, and she pressed her face to his chest with a quiet moan. Fucking hell. Was she knotted under that blanket?

“I’m going to go outside,” I announced. She probably didn’t want me hanging around while Kit was knot-deep in her and I was quickly going to lose my ability to be a reasonable person, knowing that was happening in my bed.

I suited up in my winter gear and tossed myself into a snowbank outside, staring up at the blank sky as flakes slowly buried me. It wasstillsnowing. I missed seeing the stars.

How was I supposed to cope with an omega in our house, and not only that, ascent-matched onewho was fated for us? I always kind of thought fate was a stupid concept, but it was hard to argue in this case. The odds of Bear finding her right before she’d have frozen to death were infinitesimally small. What other explanation was there?

Not only that, but she had fallen into Kit’s arms so quickly despite her trauma, and she had been able to comfort Maverick when he was injured. So much of the way people spoke about scent matches seemed like hyperbole, but apparently it was just a basic fact. It knocked down a lot of hurdles, and thank goodness for that, because if Morgan was going to be stuck out here for her heat, she needed that path with as few obstacles as possible.

Even out here in the dark and cold, she was still present. Maple and tea was stuck inside my nose, and my cock was wide awake because of it. Fucking blockers. I wanted her toknowI was her match.

Maybe if I willed it hard enough, they would wear off early. They certainly had to be working a lot harder than usual. Reacting to a scent match over and over would burn it up faster, so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, but I couldn’t rely on that. Maybe Morgan and I had something in common that would make her like me outside of the match.

I rolled over to lay face-first in the snow, creating a little pocket of air with my arms so I could rest my head on them.

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