Page 19 of Knotting Autumn

“Shut up, you’ll ruin this.” My reply was breathy and broken.

Reaching up, I snagged his shirt and dragged it up until Thorne ducked, helping me pull it over his head. His mouth stretched into a pleased grin at the way I brazenly stared.

Tenderly, he tugged my shirt up, and I leaned forward to allow him to yank it over my head and drop it to the floor of the truck.

Finally, his mouth was on mine again. Between kisses, he whispered, “You are so beautiful, so perfect. I want to taste every inch of you.” His rushed words of adoration melted me, filling me with so much languid heat, I was melting into the seat.

Thorne nuzzled against my temple. One hand worked my jeans, and I shimmied my hips, letting them slide down until my bare ass hit the seat.

His lips moved to my neck, and I shuddered as he scraped his teeth over my skin. Sparks exploded from the contact, and my back arched. Thorne took the opportunity to run his fingers through my center.

Leaning back, he caught my gaze, his lids heavy, as he popped two fingers into his mouth and tasted my wetness.

“I’m addicted to the taste of you,” he groaned before leaning forward and kissing me. His finger trailed over my sensitive pussy, a barely-there touch that made me crazy.

All I could do was bite his lip, and I might have been too aggressive, because he tensed under my hands, muscles going taut where my palm pressed to his abs.

“Fuck,” he growled. “If you don’t want me biting you back, you need to keep your teeth to yourself.”

“What if I want you to bite me?” My voice was a desperate whisper.

He dropped his forehead to mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I’m asking you to fuck me, and don’t be afraid to leave a mark.”

“Autumn,” he growled. “I need to tell you things.”

My fingers sliding under his waistband stopped, and my blood turned cold. “Are you married?”

“No,” he said. “Of course not.”

“So, what? You don’t have anything, right? You’re clean? I am.”

His breath turned to a dry chuckle. “Perfectly clean.”

“Well, I can’t get pregnant, so I am begging you to fuck me.”

“It’s not that,” he muttered.

Losing patience, I slid my hand fully into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock. His breath hissed out, and his head dropped back. Humming in satisfaction, I squeezed and stroked down as far as I could while he was confined in his jeans.

“Fuck,” he growled a second before his teeth sank into the crook of my neck, hard enough he almost broke the skin. With the sting of pain, my burning need tripled, leaving me mindless and feral.

Fingers curled into claws, I tore at his jeans, shoving them down his hips so we were both bare, his length pressed against my thigh. Desperate, I stared into his glowing cerulean eyes.

“Autumn,” he growled.

“As long as you’re single and you’re not going to give me something, I’m good. You could tell me you were a criminal on the run and I wouldn’t give a shit right now.”

Still, he hesitated. “What if I told you I was a werewolf?”

Digging my nails into his back, I pulled him closer, needing his body pressed to mine. His dick pressed harder into the inside of my thigh, and I nearly whimpered. It felt huge, and I needed it inside of me.

If he wanted to be some paranormal LARPer, that was fine by me. Maybe his name wasn’t even Thorne. It certainly sounded fantastical. Besides, I’d always wanted to try primal play, and if he stopped to howl, it would be pretty funny.

“No problem. Fuck me, bite me, just do it.”

“And you’re my fated mate,” he ground out, on the verge of his restraint breaking.