Page 38 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“Do you want my knot, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please,” I begged.

I buried my face against his throat, hoping his scent might sneak through, but there was only the cedar of the sauna and the salt of his sweat beyond my own scent overwhelming everything else. His hips grew more erratic with each thrust until he finally slammed home, the pressure of his knot making my whole body arch like a bow, my vision blinking out for a few glorious seconds before my pussy adapted.

Floating in bliss, I huffed and puffed, soaking in the feel of him buried in me. I still wasn’t used to getting fucked, but my cunt was certainly interested in making it a more regular occurrence.

“I need to take us outside or I’m going to melt.” He groaned, dropping kisses down my throat and over my shoulder. “Saunas are not meant for strenuous activity.”

“I don’t mind a cooldown.”

He scooped me up, balancing my weight with his hands on my ass cheeks, and my limbs wrapped around him. “Ready for the other half of the sauna tradition?”

“Other half?”

He stepped into the hot springs and leaned forward, submerging me into the snowbank. I shrieked from the cold, every inch of me tightening before he hoisted me up, turned and flopped back into it. Maverick chuckled as I squirmed. “It’s not so bad.”

The alpha picked up a bit of snow and tapped it against my nipple, the peak puckering before he inched me closer so he could wrap his lips around it.

“You’re going to give yourself frostbite,” I admonished. My shins were in the snow right along with him, but he was right: it wasn’t so uncomfortable I couldn’t bear it.

With one good heave Maverick was upright and sinking us into the hot springs. I hissed at the shock of heat against my cold skin. He made quick work of my hair, somehow managing to braid it and thread the ends through the top to keep it out of the water. He scooped handfuls to pour over my skin, my pussy squeezing each time he did so, and the cool breeze immediately stole the heat. “When you get comfortable with Ryder, you should ask him to take some pictures of you spread out in the snow. I know it would be cold as hell, but I’m pretty sure when I flipped you onto that snowbank you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

My cheeks warmed. “I could think about it.”

His cock twitched inside me and he groaned, sweeping his hands through the water and up to cup my breast. “Sweetheart, you’re never getting off my knot at this rate.”

I wasn’t going to complain about being trapped on a knot. “You really think I look good?”

“Good enough I want to devour you with or without the scent match. You’d make Ry come in his pants if he got to take pictures of you in the snow with all that red hair out. Even better to see that pretty pussy dripping, capped in red curls like you’re waiting for some ancient forest god to ravish you.”

I swallowed hard at the mental image. I couldn’t deny it would probably be very striking, like a cardinal perched in the snow. “I’m not waiting for any forest god, Maverick, but if you wanted to ravish me again, I definitely wouldn’t stop you.”

“Think it’s a good sign they haven’t come back yet?” Kit asked.

I looked up from my half-consumed coffee I’d been staring into. “Making me feel left out, but yeah, I think so.”

Bear popped his head out of the nest he’d been working on for Morgan, his hair staticky and floating around his head like a halo as he signed, “She’s getting comfortable.”

That was a good thing. The more comfortable she got out here, the less likely she was to leave. Fate had to have been working overtime. Getting her out here right before all the roads shut down was the only reason we had time to woo our omega.

We had to make the most of these precious days.

If we weren’t lucky enough to convince her to move in, maybe we could bring up long-distance dating for a while.

I checked and rechecked my two cameras. I would let Morgan decide which one she wanted to use when we went out later. We had a fox that liked to come by and hopefully it would make an appearance so we could get some good shots. If the fox wasn’t cooperative, we could always check out the owls around back, or the multitude of squirrels and grouse all over the property. Maybe we’d even get lucky and the deer would discover the trails we’d packed down and come for a visit.

Kit put me in charge of cooking lunch while we waited. He passed over a bowl of all the chopped vegetables he’d prepared, and another with hunks of marinated bison, before bringing over the pot of rice.

Cooking over a fire had been a learning curve for me. Kit was a champ at campfire cooking, and he had patiently taught me a million tricks of survival so I could thrive out here. My own family didn’t camp, but Maverick had dragged me out a dozen times every summer. Mom thought I was crazy to willingly sleep on the ground out in the woods, but Mav had loved it so much it had grown on me too.

The buzz of the snowmobile came from outside and I drew the pan back from the fire so I could check on them, all three of us abandoning our tasks to meet Morgan and Maverick as they pulled into the yard.

Our omega was flushed pink, waving to us from behind Maverick with a huge smile on her face. That was a relief. I’d worried she would get stressed being out in the woods.

Kit got a couple steps ahead of us and Morgan threw herself at him first in a hug, then Bear, and then me. Her scent was markedly stronger than usual. I spared a glance at Maverick and he grinned widely at me. I raised one eyebrow in question. Maverick nodded, making a chef’s kiss gesture. Apparently he and our omega had gotten close on their adventure.

Morgan rooted against my chest before letting out a growl and thunking her forehead against me. “Stop having no scent. It’s pissing me off.”

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