Page 92 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Nerves were visible in her eyes for all of two seconds before she nodded. “I would love a soak.”

“The trail should be pretty clear with the Chinook melting everything. Hopefully it’s not too slippery.”

Morgan and Kit put together a bunch of sandwiches for us and filled some thermoses with hot chocolate. The rest of us loaded up a couple of sleds with supplies: towels, a water refill for the sauna, firewood for the woodstove, and a lantern for each of us.

“We should put in a boardwalk,” said Maverick as we tackled the trail that was muddy from the surprise warm weather, turning slippery as the temperature slid back below freezing.

“A project for spring,” I replied.

It didn’t take us long to arrive. Maverick and I tackled everything for the sauna as the others set up the lanterns around the hot spring. Once the woodstove was crackling away, we topped up the water tank and stripped down, leaving our clothes inside so they would stay warm.

My mouth went dry as Morgan dropped her clothing, the varied lantern light showing off every curve and making her hair look like dancing fire. I followed my instinct, bending down to capture her mouth and filling my hands with her plump ass cheeks.

She laughed when I pulled away. “Hello there.”

“Sorry. You look so good I can’t help myself.”

Morgan glanced down at her body like she didn’t quite understand what I found desirable about it. She opened her mouth, but snapped it shut when she made eye contact with me, sweet maple rising around her. “You have to stop looking at me like that or I’m never going to make it into the hot spring.”

“All yours.” I glanced past her to where Maverick had laid out one of the jackets on the spring.

Morgan swiveled her head, her thighs squeezing together when she realized what Maverick was offering. Her gaze slid back to me, lips parted as she pulled in shallow breaths.

“You want to give me a little dessert before dinner, firecracker?”

A needy squeak escaped her before she squeezed her lips shut, a nod of her head immediately following. I scooped her up, carefully maneuvering the stairs and set her ass on the jacket. She sprawled back, the lanterns catching her peaked nipples as she arched.

With a groan, I bent down and swept my tongue between her thighs. Her fingers pressed against my head and I almost regretted keeping my hair shaved down so she had nothing to grab onto.

We didn’t have much room for all four of us to work, but Maverick and Kit took up their spots at my side, bending to tease those raspberry tips while Morgan writhed between us.

I was never going to get tired of those frantic, desperate sounds. She might not be used to being an omega, but her body knew what it needed, and luckily for all of us she didn’t seem interested in denying herself.

Her thighs shook around me, legs trembling all the way down to where her heels pressed against my back. Panting and squirming was my favorite version of her, when she was at the border of surrender but still trying to swim against the tide of sensation.

I sucked hard on her clit and dug my fingers into the softness of her thighs, focusing as she climbed up and up before the tether on her control snapped. My omega came with a delicious cry, spilling over my chin, thighs clamped over my ears. I feasted slowly with soft licks while she came down from the high, and I drew her into the water, the others holding the jacket steady so she could slide straight onto my lap.

“You guys make it so hard to think.” She melted into my arms, limp as a cooked noodle and purring up a storm.

“Pretty sure that means you feel safe enough to turn your brain off,” Maverick said as he settled next to us.

Morgan hummed quietly. “Accurate.”

I purred for her so she could stay in this state, relaxed and cozy as fuck. The others fed both of us so I could keep holding her. Between her purring and the maple fog around us, I was hard as a rock and half-asleep at the same time. My muscles wouldn’t let me fuck her the way I wanted to, and we still had plenty of work to be done tomorrow. I could wait.

I’d much rather break in her new nest and show her what life out here could really be like.

“Feels like a whole network of ant tunnels,” Morgan said as we turned off another trail branch.

“Pretty much. How’re you doing with keeping your sense of direction?”

She paused, spinning slowly and pointing. “Lodge is that way?”

I grinned. “Yep.”

We were taking advantage of the snow melt to make sure Morgan was familiar with the property. She knew how to survive, but I wanted her to know how to find her way back to us.

“How can you tell?”

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