Page 43 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Once he found the rhythm to unravel me, he stayed right there, pushing me up one peak after another until I was pouring slick and shuddering with every descent of his fingers into me. When my brain was fully scrambled and not a single sound coming out of me was remotely coherent, Ryder pulled his hand free and leaned over me, tucking his hips against mine so he could whisper in my ear. “Still want to be fucked out here, or would you rather we head home?”

“More,” I growled out. I was definitely starting to get cold, but the heat he generated, stoking the embers of my desire, kept the worst of it at bay.

“As you wish.”

I listened to the rustle of clothing and then the tip of his cock tucked into the opening of my pussy. I held still, shaking, fighting the instinct to shove back and impale myself on it. Much as I didn’t want to go slow, I also didn’t want to risk hurting myself and having to hit the brakes entirely.

“Can I take off your hat?”

I blinked back at him. “What for?”

“Looking to fulfill a particular fantasy.”

I whipped my beanie onto the snow and held my breath as Ryder weaved his fingers through the strands, wrapping my hair around his hand and tugging just enough that it craned my head back.

Fuck, yes.

He fucked in slowly, agonizingly so. I would gain an inch of ground and then he would retreat. It didn’t matter that he gave more with each movement, I was growing closer to feral by the second, ready to be obliterated.

“Ryder, if you don’t get going right now, I swear to?—”

His next shift cut off my words as he began to fuck me in earnest. The glide and pressure were already unreal. My omega instincts were in overdrive combining his touch with the primal energy of being surrounded by nothing but snow and forest.

Ginger the fox had already disappeared, leaving us distinctly alone. Every pitiful sound Ryder forced out of me became the new music of the woods, drowning out every little creature that lived there.

I clutched the tree helplessly, letting it keep me upright as my legs buckled. Ryder braced a hand over me, one of his arms hooking around my waist to hold me right where he needed me.

“Don’t stop.” I moaned, melting in his grip.

“Come for me, firecracker.” The snap of his hips drove me past the edge I had been precariously staring over.

Pressure in my cunt skyrocketed as he lost control and buried his knot.

“Fuck,fuckfuckfuck.” I keened desperately, grappling with the sensation. I was never going to get used to a knot.

After recovering his breathing, Ryder carefully maneuvered us, turning and sinking down along the tree until I was perched in his lap, fully seated on his cock. He arranged everything to minimize exposed skin, unzipping his coat so I had better access to the heat of his body, and sat with his arms around me, nuzzling my cheek.

“You know, now that I’ve had you, I’m never going to get this moment out of my head.”

I leaned heavily against him, muscles practically jelly at this point. “Pretty sure this is branded into my brain.”

“How was your first time being fucked in the woods?”

“Cold,” I said, laughing, “and wild. That might be the hardest I’ve come so far. Being out here where there’s theoretical danger while getting railed does tricksy things to my head.”

He chuckled, squeezing me tighter. “Something tells me you would enjoy being chased when it’s a little warmer.”

My pussy gripped him so tightly he grunted with a soft curse.

“I’ve never thought about that before, but the idea is definitely…intriguing.”

He purred so hard I felt the vibration all the way down his body, the delicate buzz of his cock from it making me squirmy. “I might need you to roll around on my sheets to refresh them.”

“Bring them down to the nest. You’re not going to need them in your room anymore.”

Morgan and Ryder returned just before sunset, both of them smelling like they’d rolled around in a vat of maple syrup. I met them in the garage as they were stripping out of their gear, and Morgan came right up to me and dropped down, sending my heart into my throat to have her head at cock height, but she simply slithered right up inside my shirt with me.

She peeked up at me through the distended neck, her purr already rumbling against my skin.

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