Page 37 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“Literally only one piece,” he pointed out with a laugh.

“One piece too many.” The temperature differences everywhere were tripping my brain: icy air around me, the warm water quickly turning cold, the heat of his skin where he held me, and frozen ground beneath my feet.

Maverick briefly hooked the hose into a holder before stripping down and rinsing himself off too. “A snowbank is probably too cold while you’re wet. Come into the sauna for a bit.”

I followed him eagerly into the small space. It was hotter than July inside and smelled incredible with the baking cedar wood. Maverick kneeled in front of the first of two tiers of seating.

Holding my breath, I settled myself onto it and pulled his mouth to mine. I wanted to know his scent so badly. I still wasn’t confident I could get him to react strongly enough to combat the blockers, but I was willing to give it a go.

Maverick’s hands swept over me, his fingers curling over my ass to draw me closer. I jolted at the first brush of his cock against my skin, and he pulled away to check on me. “Doing okay?”

“Nervous, but okay.”

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“But Iwantto.”

“Climb up one more level, then.”

I followed the instructions, bringing my hips to the same height as his face. Maverick’s eyes gleamed as he surged forward, diving between my thighs with a voraciousness that had me clutching his hair.

Holy fuck.

I whined with every sweep of his tongue, the tease of his beard making me squirmy again.

I bucked helplessly. He held me firm, giving me no room to escape the onslaught of sensation. Between the heat of the sauna and my reaction to him, I was panting and sweating, bordering on desperate.

“Maverick, please.”

He sucked hard on my clit, making my pussy ache for more. Now that I knew what it felt like to be fucked by an alpha I craved, it was all too easy for my body to remind me what I needed.

“Please what?” He peppered tickling kisses up my inner thigh.

“More.”

“You’re gonna have to tell me what more means, sweetheart. I can imagine a lot of things.”

“Fuck me.”

He nipped my thigh, looking up at me with dusky blue eyes ripe with mischief. “Let me get you off first.”

I leaned my head back against the hot cedar while he went to work again. Each fervent flick of his tongue coiled my pleasure a little tighter. His movements didn’t falter once, and I scaled the peak with a series of whimpers and growls to serenade us. My sounds shifted, becoming more frantic the closer I got. Maverick held steady until the tension in my body overwhelmed me, snapping all at once with a gush of slick he eagerly lapped up.

I nearly came again on the spot when Maverick rose up and planted his hands on each side of my head. “You still want me to fuck you?”

My answer was to lock my ankles behind his waist and pull him in.

With one careful adjustment, he notched his cock at my entrance and I held my breath, clinging tightly as he slid in. His groan in my ear had me shaking.

My pussy consumed him eagerly, taking every inch he had to give while I panted against his skin.

“You feel so fucking incredible.” Maverick nudged my face with his until I turned toward him so he could devour me in a kiss.

I pushed on his ass with my heels. That was all it took for him to really get going. Kit had needed to take his time with me, to prepare my body that hadn’t been touched for so long, but apparently since then my pussy had been waiting for another chance to let one of them in.

I reveled in every desperate vocalization Maverick coaxed from me. The sauna was an echo chamber, each noise of pleasure amplified and reflected.

Maybe my phoenix analogy was more accurate than I realized. The Morgan of only a few days ago would probably have had an aneurysm if she could see me right now. Everything was radically different than before. Usually change would freak me out, but these alphas were certainly a delicious distraction. I couldn’t think enough to worry around them.

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