Page 39 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“I would love to have my scent again. Unfortunately, I’m at the mercy of time.”

She peeked up at me, gray eyes curious, asking quietly like her words were some secret conspiracy only meant for our ears. “Would you want to try burning the blockers off faster?”

“I’m up for anything with you.”

Maverick and I discussed the potential of our blockers burning off because of proximity to her, but I honestly hadn’t expected Morgan to be up for trying to speed that along. I was the last of us to touch her, and from the sounds of it, she was interested in making that change quickly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Maverick said, coming up behind her. “You need to eat before Ryder absconds with you into the woods.”

“Okay.” She looked up at me again. “Can I borrow something to wear? I don’t have a lot under my snowsuit.”

My body instantly reacted, arms tightening around her and cock stirring to life. “Take your pick out of my closet.”

She blinked, tilting her head to examine me. “Bring me something?”

I swallowed hard with a nod and let Maverick guide her inside. I sprinted up the outside stairs, kicked off my boots, and kept sprinting all the way up to my room where I picked out a black tank top and a blue flannel shirt, then dashed back down. Morgan was wriggling out of her snowsuit in the garage when I arrived, her top half completely exposed though she was facing away from me, and her bottoms only in her tight wool leggings.

Holy shit.

My cock hardened painfully, my breath lodging in my throat. Ordinarily I liked my scent being muted, but right now it was a unique sort of nightmare. When Morgan got close to me, it was like all of my scent tried to rush out at once and instead crashed up against the metaphorical glass of the blockers.

Morgan shook out the braid in her hair, tipping forward to fluff it before flicking the whole mass of red curls back. I bit down on a growl. It had to be unhealthy how much I wanted to bend that woman over and get a handful of her hair to hold while I fucked her to the edge. The expanse of freckled skin only made my fantasies worse.

I held the selected clothing out in front of me and tipped my face to stare at the ceiling while she collected it from me. I picked her snowsuit off the ground so I could hang it up to air, but caught a glimpse of her as she tugged the tank top down.

Doomed.

I had seen the curve of her breasts. Now I knew the exact contrast of that raspberry pink against the paleness of her skin, the softness of her belly, and the thousands of freckles that decorated every inch of her. All of that would get compounded when I went to bed tonight, the scent of her pleasure still branded onto my sheets. How the fuck was I supposed to cope?

Bear gathered the rest of her clothing and tossed our omega over his shoulder to make the journey into the main house. She squeaked, her face flushed and eyes wide, but she didn’t struggle out of his grip. Her gaze caught mine. The gray was nearly eclipsed by the dilation of her pupils, her scent rising as we followed them in. Apparently our omega was a fan of being manhandled.

Bear set her on her feet in the living room and spun her so she could see the nest he had constructed.

Her soft gasp of delight almost took me out at the knees. “Is that forme?”

Kit nodded. “Bear put it together for you while you were out with Maverick.”

A shiver ran down her body before she launched herself into it, landing in the pile of blankets. A trill of pure omega joy erupted from her. Morgan rolled around in the fabric, burrowing deep underneath, her purr audible through the layers when I stepped closer to peek in on her. The tent Bear had used fit all four of us comfortably when we camped and had room to stand up. He must’ve put every blanket we owned in there.

Morgan popped her head up, static lifting her curls like it had done to Bear, the biggest grin I’d ever seen on her face gracing us.

Bear kneeled in front of her, signing, “Do you like it?”

Our omega threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Iloveit. Thank you.”

The embrace lasted only a few seconds before she flung herself back into the pile, nestling until only her eyes were visible to us.

“Kind of unfair for you to get even cuter than you already were,” I said with a laugh.

That only made her purr get louder.

“Are you ready to eat, little fox?” Kit asked. “Or would you like some time to bask?”

“Bask, please,” she chirped.

At least that gave me some time to finish the food I had abandoned. I sat down where I could watch her and still cook. When I was almost finished, she ordered Bear into the nest and our quiet companion cuddled up against her back.

Jealousy sat heavy in my chest. I wanted the others to have these opportunities with her, but I knew she wasn’t going to be asking me into that nest without a scent. At least I could take comfort in the fact that my scent had definitely been doing its best to battering ram its way through the blockers today and every moment I spent in my own bed. I had already imagined her a dozen times, stroking my cock as I lay there in the dark with her pleasure tinting every breath.

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