Page 57 of Knot Her Mountain Men

The two of them helped me up, Morgan clinging desperately to me. We didn’t bother with clothes, only our boots, so we could tell when it would be time to bring her back inside. Her whole body tensed as we stepped onto the balcony. Pumpkin raced out with us, sprinting down the stairs to race around the yard. Kit spread out one of the blankets atop the snow and I laid Morgan back onto it, keeping an arm below her hips to support her weight.

“Damn,” Ryder whispered. “She was right. We do need to do a photo shoot.”

Her red locks spilled over the snow, hardly any of it contained in the braid we had started with. She shivered, letting out a needy whine. Ryder went back to tending her clit, and I resumed trying to keep a goddamn hold on myself while kneeling in the snow, our omega on my knot.

It was cold, but not painfully so, and Morgan’s skin remained stubbornly warm.

“Come on, sweetheart. It’s not good for your body to have a fever this long.”

Seven years of heats stacked was beyond the experience of any of us. Fresh snow fluttered down from the sky around us, snowflakes striking our skin and melting instantly. They clung to Morgan’s hair, making her look like a goddess of that beautiful time when autumn transitioned to winter.

Kit broke off one of the multitude of icicles hanging above us, bringing it down to draw spirals on Morgan’s skin. She shivered, squirming away from it one moment and toward it the next.

“Pass me one of those.”

I took the offered icicle, writing out my name with the tip across Morgan’s skin. She was deliciously squirmy, bucking and squeaking when I spiraled a flourish over her breast and tapped the nipple.

Ryder warmed it with his mouth and I shuddered through the vicious grip of her cunt, Ryder giving neither of us a moment of peace as he played with the snow and the heat of his tongue.

“She’s never going to get off my knot if you don’t quit that.”

“A knot is good for her. Triggers all those happy omega chemicals in her brain. We stocked her up on orgasms. We’re far enough in that she’s earned knots.”

They drew patterns all over her body, following along behind to warm her with their hands and mouths.

I almost died at the ferocious clench of her pussy when he tweaked her nipple at the same time as tapping her clit with an icicle. “Ryder, for god’s fucking sake. You’re going to kill me before you break her heat.”

“Think about how smooth her next heat will be,” Kit said as he collected some of the fresh fluffy snow in a bowl. “If we can handle this, there won’t be a damn thing she can ever throw at us again we won’t be able to tackle.”

“Why do you have a bowl full of snow?” Ryder asked.

“Gonna make some snow cream. Get a bit of sugar into her and cool her down at the same time.”

I couldn’t focus much beyond Morgan, their voices drowning out when she had recovered enough of her strength to start rocking against me again. I caught bits and pieces of their movements. Bear shuffled back indoors briefly to add a few more logs to the fire, Kit mixed a bunch of stuff into the snow, and Ryder stayed right by my side, ruining our girl on repeat.

By the time we were ready to go back inside, I was bordering on delirious. Bear’s whistle brought Pumpkin in, our pooch sprinting excited circles around the living room.

We wrangled Morgan inside too and I sprawled backward into the nest, letting her drape over me again. Kit fed us both spoonfuls of snow cream, licking droplets off Morgan’s skin when she got too frantic. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I’d eaten, and the sweet, vanilla-flavored snow was heaven on my tongue.

“I thought omegas don’t eat well during heat?” Ryder asked.

“They don’t normally, but she’s been in the fever so long her body is probably not going to fight her on consuming something cold and sweet.”

Bear settled next to us, carefully re-braiding Morgan’s hair with a soft expression on his face.

He was definitely gone for her. Hell, we all were.

My alphas wereeverywhere. Their scents wove into me, threads tying around the core of my being. Clarity returned in bits and pieces.

Maverick finally had a scent, with his balsam fir and juniper berries. It reminded me of home, but notmyhome. More so the concept.

Ryder, too. He was the quiet forest after a fresh snowfall, when sound was hushed and it was only you and the trees.

Peace.

Safety.

But the snow from him wasn’t enough to drive back the heat trying to shred me apart from the inside out. I held on as tight as I could. Ryder held me like he loved me and fucked me like he wanted to brand my cunt with the feeling of him.

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