Page 55 of Knotting Autumn

Thorne stared, his tongue darting out. “Ask me another one,” he said.

“Alright, how many people have you been with?” Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to take off his pants. But Thorne met my gaze calmly.

“Only you.”

“What?”

“I hadn’t met anyone I was interested in yet. Picking a mate is a life-long commitment, and there wasn’t anyone I wanted and trusted like that.”

“Oh,” I said, my mouth hanging open like an idiot.

Thorne leaned forward, the muscles of his abdomen rippling with the movement. His thumb swiped over my bottom lip before he gently nudged my mouth closed.

“Don’t look so shocked.”

“Honestly, I’m floored. And I feel kinda bad. I’ve had a few boyfriends I slept with, and you didn’t…”

Thorne shook his head adamantly. “Absolutely not. None of that matters. You belong to me now, and I know none of them compare.”

A ridiculous giggle escaped my lips. “I can’t argue with that. Werewolf dick is a whole new experience. You’ve ruined me for humans.”

“Good,” he growled, dipping his head to brush a kiss over my lips. “Now be a good girl and ask me another question.”

My breathing shortened into shallow pants as I tried to think of a question—any question.

“Can you tell me the square root of five hundred seventy-two?”

Thorne’s mouth curved to a smirk as he slid his pants off, revealing that cock. I had yet to get a really good look at it, but now I stared, my mouth going dry, endlessly thankful he didn’t wear boxers today.

“You’re still wearing too much clothing,” he growled.

My reply was breathless. “I think we can skip the questions and just take them off. But first, I’ve got something I need to do.”

Rolling off the bed, I left Thorne naked on the bed and dashed into the hallway, grateful Cole was still in the living room or kitchen, because what I needed was in his room.

The nylon cord Thorne had tied me up with was still laying across the bedside table where he’d abandoned it days ago. Grinning viciously, I snatched it up and hurried back to the bedroom.

Heat flared in Thorne’s eyes when he saw my prize.

Holding it up, I asked, “May I? It’s only fair.”

“You can doanythingto me, and I’ll thank you,” Thorne rasped.

“Careful. Those words will get you pegged,” I joked, moving to take his wrist.

Thorne laughed. “Wasn’t on my bucket list, but if you want to…”

Grasping his wrist in my hand, I paused. “Seriously? I was just joking.”

“I meant what I said,” Thorne said, his ocean eyes boring into my soul.

My stomach did a swoop that left me breathless. Swallowing, I looped the nylon cord around his wrist, and then around the other one before tying it off and giving it a rough tug to make sure it was secure.

“Is this okay?”

Thorne nodded. Carefully, I threaded the cord around the bed frame and tied another knot, checking to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere.

His throat worked as I stepped back and surveyed my work. Thorne was stretched out on the bed, wrists tied above his head. His cock rested against his stomach, already leaking precum.