Page 31 of Knot Her Mountain Men

“The food is ready,” I told Kit. “Hope you guys are hungry.”

There was something so wildly domestic about dishing up servings of steaming soup to these alphas before settling into my own. It was hot enough to scald, but I was so impatient to taste it. I scooped each bite and blew on it, shoving it prematurely into my mouth so I had to dragon breathe to cool it down.

The others were slightly more patient than I was, but not by much. By the time we were all satisfied, the pot was drained but my heart was fuller than I’d expected.

“When did you want to go to the hot springs?” Maverick asked.

“Maybe tomorrow if the wind calms down?”

“We’ll keep an eye on it,” he promised.

I grinned. “Perfect. Can’t wait.”

“Be safe,” I whispered into Morgan’s ear as I helped her into her snowsuit. She didn’t actually need my help with it, but it was an excuse to touch her that she seemed to welcome.

Ryder and Maverick were outside making sure the two snowmobiles still kicking were running smoothly enough to make the short trip so they could take her out to the hot spring. If they flattened out the trail a little we could make the walk out there, but for now the snow was too deep.

Morgan stared at me with gorgeous gray eyes, worrying her lip between her teeth. I nudged it free with my thumb and her scent erupted, a tiny whine slipping free. She surged onto her toes, fingers locking in the collar of my shirt to drag me down. Her lips on mine were honey sweet, and I clutched her to me with a growing desperation. One kiss and it was over for me, apparently.

“Bear.” She whimpered.

“Yes, angel?” I whispered, the sound even rougher than usual.

“I’m sorry I kissed you out of nowhere. I should’ve given you some warning so you could say no if you wanted.”

I stroked my thumb along her jawline and dipped close, nipping her earlobe. “You could throw me to the ground and climb on right now, and I wouldn’t say no.”

She shuddered, her scent overwhelming even through the layers of fabric. “You can’t just say things like that.”

Maybe not, but her reactions were too tempting to resist. “Why don’t you take care of yourself before going out? I won’t tell them.”

Her perfect bottom lip pouted. “I can, but you?—”

“I don’t want to pressure you. If you want me, you only have to ask for me.”

Morgan let out a broken laugh. “The kiss felt like an ask to me, but I can be clearer. It’s all fast, but it’ll happen sooner rather than later, right? I can’t make myself feel bad for wanting you. I’d twist myself up into knots I could never hope to untangle if I let myself wander down that path. I know my heat is coming, and the only way I’m going to get comfortable with everything is by letting myself experience it, right?”

I nodded.

“Will you touch me, Bear?”

Fuck, yes.

My low growl had her scent spiking again. I scooped her up and set her on a lower portion of the wood pile. I imagined some people might see an omega spreading their thighs in a full snowsuit as comical, but it only made me more ravenous for her. I pulled the zipper all the way down, unwrapping her body like a present.

Morgan pulled me in again, the taste of her eroding my rational thought. I slipped my fingers into her leggings and under her panties, devouring her whimper when I brushed slick. It wasn’t easy for me to find partners so I didn’t have as much practice as the others, but Morgan broke my hesitation with a needy rock of her hips, encouraging me deeper.

With no desire except to oblige her in all she wanted, I teased over her clit and eased one finger inside the snug heat of her body. Her moan had me pressing my hips against the wood pile, desperate for friction and pressure until we were in a better situation and I could bury myself into her.

Right now it was only about my omega.

She made such pretty sounds for me, and I never wanted her to stop. Morgan curled her fingers in my hair, lips desperate and seeking. Gods help me, I craved every inch of this omega beauty. Part of me wished I was telepathic so I could fill her mind with all manner of filthy thoughts while we claimed each other’s mouths.

Morgan shuddered as I worked my fingers into her pussy. It squeezed tight with every brush of my hand against her clit. She adapted quickly, the muscles loosening and slick dripping to ease my way. My omega felt so incredible on my fingers; I could only imagine how good she would feel on my cock.

Her whimper into my mouth almost had me spilling in my pants. I ground my hips hard against the wood, letting the pressure on the sharper side of pain versus pleasure dull my response. She would probably let me fuck her right now if I asked. As desperate as I was for her, I wanted her to beravenousfor me, because of her own desire and not because she wanted to get comfortable with my touch. I was happy to oblige her for now and learn how her body worked, but I was going to need her to beg for my knot before I gave her that.

I pumped my fingers a little faster, angling my hand so the rock of her hips could grind her clit against the heel of my palm, and drinking down her little curses and whines, keeping them all to myself. I hadn’t kissed anyone in so long, and Morgan was a sweeter treat than all the others combined. Much as I might want more, I had to force myself to savor each bit she gave me.

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