Page 94 of Knot Her Mountain Men

I carried a flailing Pumpkin inside and once she realized dinner was waiting for her, she immediately changed her attitude. Behaving like a perfect girl, she sat for Maverick, offering one paw and then the next before spinning around with a tail wag. She dove into her bowl when he set it down.

“Someone’s food-motivated.” Morgan laughed.

“She’s definitely that.” I kissed Morgan’s temple. “Do you need to shower off Pumpkin’s bath?”

“Probably not the worst idea. Body rinse should be fine. I don’t think she got my hair.”

We all watched as she disappeared into the main-floor bathroom, tension filling the air when she emerged a couple of minutes later, a towel wrapped around her and her red locks tumbling over her shoulders.

“In case anyone was wondering,” she said with a cheeky smirk, “this lack of an outfitisan invitation.”

My body tightened instantly in a wave of desire. I snatched her up as she walked past me, pressing her back to my chest, my lips dancing over her throat when she tilted her head to give me access.

“You should sit on my lap while we eat dinner.” I snuck my hands under the bottom of the towel, sweeping them up to expose her soft thighs.

“Are you going to be wearing clothes during this dinner?” She purred, scent rising.

“Not if you want to eat with my knot inside you.”

“Hands on the table, firecracker.” Ryder looked at her like he was about to devour her.

Morgan slipped away from me, planting both palms on the corner of the smooth wood, the towel sliding to the floor without her holding it up.

Maverick dropped down next to her, gliding his palm up the back of her thigh. “One knee on the table too.”

A hint of a whine snuck out of her as she complied, exposing her already glistening cunt. Maverick dove in, prompting a litany of delicious, needy sounds from her. Bear pulled one of the chairs away, wedging himself in there so he could capture her mouth.

I pulled in a slow breath, every bit of me itching to bury my cock in her. Patience was important in a pack. Outside of a heat we had to coordinate a little more. It was easy to take turns when we were run ragged and collapsing at her side, grateful to have someone take over. But now we were all ready for her and she was a tempting morsel asking to be sampled.

Ryder swept eager hands over her skin, lifting her breast to suck the tip between his lips.

“Fuck.” Morgan keened as Maverick let his fingers join his tongue. Her slick dripped down his arm, my own mouth watering to get a taste of her.

I needed to touch her.

Moving closer, I dropped to my knees, licking her slick right from Maverick’s arm, joining him in feasting on our girl. So fucking sweet. I turned, kissing over the softness of her thigh before snaring my teeth on the scent gland there until she came all over Maverick’s face, the cry drowned out by Bear’s mouth.

Bear pulled away to let her catch her breath, Morgan’s whole body shivering. I stripped off my shirt and let my fingers wander down her body to take over teasing her.

“Do you want all of us, little fox?”

“CanI have all of you outside of the heat?”

Our alpha resilience dropped a bit when we weren’t hopped up on omega heat pheromones, so there was a solid chance she could manage taking us one after the other without any discomfort. “You were made to. I’ll go last. How many do you want at once?”

She glanced back at me, eyes gleaming. “What are the odds that I’m committing hubris if I say three?”

A collective moan swept through us at her words and the burst of her scent.

“Doesn’t hurt to try. Hit pause if it’s too much.” I stared at our setup, trying to figure out the best option. “Whoever is taking her pussy can lie on the table with legs over the edge. That’ll keep access to her ass open and she’ll be at the perfect height to take a cock in that gorgeous mouth.”

Morgan’s breathing turned shallow, her scent practically syrup in the air. Maverick stripped down and got into position, stretching out across our dining table and letting me slide chairs beneath his feet. Next Morgan climbed on top, whimpering as she took every inch of him. Bear’s clothing hit the floor before he coated himself in slick and collected plenty of her runoff to work into her asshole while she mewled against Maverick’s chest.

“That’s our good girl,” Maverick crooned. “How’s that feel?”

She moaned her answer, rocking her hips between Maverick and Bear. Morgan reached a shaking hand to Ryder. His clothing disappeared while they were getting in position and he dragged the chair out of his way, Morgan gently tugging him closer by the cock.

Bear and Maverick gave experimental thrusts.

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