Page 56 of Knot Her Mountain Men

Kit only shrugged. “Don’t pretend the rest of you aren’t the same. You should be resting anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ryder muttered, flopping down next to me.

The squeaks she made as Kit worked his way in, coupled with the grip of her pussy around me, sent me over the edge again. She was too fucking beautiful.

Morgan had branded me right down to my bones.

She whimpered, her nails digging into my chest and her scent so thick I wanted to lick it out of the air.

“You’re doing so well, little fox.” Kit had on that soft voice he used with spooked animals, and Morgan melted in response. Hell, I was about to melt myself. We had joked for years that his superpower was being soothing as fuck, so I guess it made sense that Morgan had given him so many of her firsts.

Our omega dragged my mouth to hers. I was going to crave the taste of her for the rest of my damn life, and I knew for certain the sounds she made would haunt my dreams.

I wanted more than the ghost of her.

I wanted her to stay.

Forever.

A shudder rolled through her and she clamped down on my knot. “Motherfucker.”

“That’s our good girl.” Kit drew his fingertips down her spine and gave a few experimental movements, satisfied when Morgan’s response was to arch into his hips. He kept his pace slow, each descent into her body gliding against me.

Our omega lost it. Every time Kit’s hips met hers, she squeezed the hell out of me, slick flowing down my skin in rivulets. Her breaths were punctuated with a broken-off, desperate keen, the sound not quite forming before he fucked into her again.

“I swear we’d be fucking millionaires if we put that sound on one of the audio porn sites.” Ryder laughed, lazily stroking his cock.

I couldn’t get enough of a breath to respond, with her pussy constantly stealing my ability to inhale. It wasn’t my first knot in an omega by any means, but it felt like it was, like this was something more akin to a religious experience than a heat and I was ready to worship at the altar of Morgan.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I told Ryder.

“You think I can sleep with her making sounds like that?”

“Bear’s managing to.” He was passed out on the other side of me.

Every so often our omega would get a surge of energy, take over, and ride one of us into the ground. Once she had collected enough orgasms for herself, we were able to settle her back into the nest and she’d let us handle things again.

“That’s because she rode him like a damn bronco. He’s earned his rest. I just need to let my quads have a few minutes off.”

“Here you go, firecracker.” Ryder slipped his fingers between Morgan and me, letting the tips brush her clit and immediately set her off again.

Kit stilled, letting the frantic rock of her hips control the movement as she ground against Ryder’s fingers and fucked herself back on Kit in shallow strokes, as much as my knot would allow.

All I could do was hold her hips and try to breathe through it. It was ridiculous how connected everything in the body was. The tight grip on my cock shouldn’t have had so much influence on my lungs, but I was left fighting for air each time Morgan came.

“How long should we let the heat fever go on before we take her outside?” Ryder asked.

“Go see what the temperature is,” Kit replied.

Ryder crawled to his feet and checked the thermometer we had bolted to the outside of the building by the window. “Couple degrees below freezing right now. Not too bad.”

I’d long since lost track of how much time had passed since Morgan had gone into heat. The light was dim outside, but I wasn’t sure if that was dusk or dawn, or even if it was the same day we’d started.

Kit withdrew, planting a kiss on Morgan’s back. “Come on, little fox. Let’s get you some fresh air.”

Bear lifted a sleepy head, looking at us curiously.

“Going to see if the snow can help break the fever,” Kit explained.

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