Page 44 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Godsdamn, she was cute.

“Hello there, little fox.” I cupped the back of her head through the fabric. Every nerve in my body was at attention, having her bundled so close. She locked her arms around my back and breathed in deeply, rooting against my chest.

“Pretty sure she’ll be in heat in the next day or so,” said Ryder.

“Sure seems that way. Did you get some good shots?”

“Photo shotsandback shots,” Morgan piped up before burying her face hard against me. “Ignore me.”

Ryder laughed at her outburst and we shared a look. I wasn’t surprised that had been the case, given how much he smelled like her, but apparently the rise in hormones made her a lot more vocal about it.

“As long as you had fun, that’s the important part.” I moved a hand over the Morgan-lump under my shirt. “Did he treat you well or should I lock him outside for a bit?”

A shiver rolled through her and she dug her little nails into my back. “He treated meverywell.”

“Good. We should get you in front of the fire. Did you want to walk there yourself or should I carry you like this?”

Morgan let out a small sound of distress. “I want to be carried but I don’t want everyone to see me being this pathetic.”

Ryder trailed his knuckles from her head all the way down her back. “The last thing anyone here is going to think is that you’re pathetic. It’s cute as hell that you want to be close to us.”

She gave another whine but only clung to me tighter.

“Come on, firecracker.” Ryder cupped his hands beneath her thighs and lifted, letting her wrap her legs around me and bringing her high enough I could carry her weight. “There we go. You need some food and nest time.”

The spread of her thighs only made her scent stronger, all of that maple slick filling every breath.

“I’ll be right there,” said Ryder. “We made a mess in her snowsuit so I’m going to get that cleaned before I join you.”

I nodded and then set off inside, bringing Morgan into the living room, where Maverick and Bear were working on dinner and Pumpkin was passed out on a cushion in front of the fire.

“Omega delivery,” I announced, everyone turning to us.

Morgan wriggled like a little worm in my arms. Bear nudged Pumpkin off the cushion so I could sit with Morgan still in my lap. Indignant over her nap being interrupted, Pumpkin took herself to her bed in the kitchen, flopping back down with a huff.

“Feeling needy, sweetheart?” Maverick asked Morgan.

“A bit.” Her purring resumed instantly and she squirmed around until every inch of her was plastered against me. My cock didn’t know this was just a cuddle, and I wasn’t so certain Morgan did either with the way she kept wiggling against it.

This shirt probably wouldn’t survive the experience of Morgan completely wedged inside of it with me, but I didn’t mind. She was so sweet and warm, and I was getting half-drunk on her scent.

Bear set a palm on her exposed thigh while he flipped flatbreads in the cast-iron pan. Morgan bucked against me, her thighs dropping open like she was inviting Bear to go further.

“Do you want Bear to touch you, little fox?”

She nodded, her nails digging in harder.

Bear handed the metal spatula to Maverick and shifted to get closer. He walked his fingertips up her thigh, Morgan’s whole body shuddering and her scent rising even thicker. The first plunge of his fingers had her letting out a strangled cry that sent goosebumps cascading over my skin.

The sound of her slick as Bear finger-fucked her was almost obscenely loud. My mind raced with all manner of filthy thoughts. It would be so easy right now to lean back and expose her glistening pussy so Bear could fuck her properly. I already knew what she felt like when she fell apart in my arms, but now I craved holding her while someone else made that happen.

Her delicious whimpers walked through my brain, flicking off the switches of my rationality and control one by one. Nothing was stopping me from doing exactly what my thoughts suggested. Morgan had only experienced one-on-one with us, and soon enough she would be descending into her heat. She needed all of us to get through it, so why not get some practice in?

The rush of slick when Bear got her off soaked into my pants, making all the air around us smell like a syrup factory.

“Back up from the fire if you’re all gonna get rowdy,” Maverick ordered. “We don’t need another injury added to the list.”

It was hard to take his admonishment seriously when his cock was clearly tented and his pupils were blown wide.

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