Page 61 of Knotting Autumn

“How does this feel?” I asked, working myself harder. My hand slid between my legs, touching myself.

Arousal and hot jealousy swam through my fated mate bond, and my smile widened. My free hand cupped my breast, giving him a show.

“You are so damn sexy.” Sawyer’s fingers trailed over my thighs and back up. “But please tell me you're getting close, because I’m barely holding on here.”

Shortening my movements to concentrate the friction in the perfect spot, I pushed myself higher, an electric euphoria building and building until I was shaking. Any second.

“I’m just about there,” I moaned.

“Thank fuck,” Sawyer growled, grabbing my hips and flipping us back over. His hand gathered up my wrists and pinned them above my head, his other hand bracing his heavier body over me. The change in angle pushed him deeper, and I shivered.

“Yeah, you’ve got about five seconds,” I gasped.

Sawyer growled, his fingers digging into my thigh as he slammed into me, sending sparks across my hazy vision. He thrusted into me twice, three times, and I was arching under him, gasping for air as my body convulsed around his cock.

“Please,” I whined.

Sawyer sank his teeth into my skin, pressing harder until the skin broke. The pain felt transcendent as fierce pleasure flooded my body.

It was enough to trigger Sawyer’s orgasm too. He released me and shuddered, his warmth flooding deep inside of me.

Impulsively, I dragged him down and bit down on his pec, breaking the skin on his chest.

Shocked, I pulled back, licking his blood off my lips. I had no idea what instinct caused me to do that, but the connection crashed over me as the bond snapped into place. His ecstasy and anxiety rushed through me, tumbling around my own emotions.

We stayed there panting for a long moment.

“Are you okay?” he finally said.

“Yeah, I’m fucking superb,” I promised, reveling in the animalistic satisfaction seeping into every corner of my being. With Sawyer’s werewolf cock cemented in my pussy and the taste of his blood on my tongue, I was a wild, feral thing.

Sawyer stared at me like I’d hung the moon.

“First time knotting anyone too,” I said, kissing his cheek. My fingers raked through his blond waves. His eyes closed for a second as he enjoyed the touch.

“Damn, Autumn, I honestly didn’t think you'd bite me too.” Sawyer wiped at the blood welling around where I bit him.

“Oh my god, should I not have?” My voice went high with my nerves.

“No, I love it. I’m glad you did. It makes our bond stronger since it’s both ways,” he said, leaning down to kiss me for a long moment.

Flopping onto his side, Sawyer pulled me against his chest, my leg hooked over his hip and his cock stuck inside of me.

“Baby,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I can’t believe I got to mark you. I love you so much.”

“I love you,” I murmured, reveling in the feel of his body wrapped around mine. Smiling against his skin, I teased, “So do you feel adequately deflowered?”

“Shut up,” Sawyer grumbled, his arms around me tightening as I giggled.

After the stress of the day, the last thing I expected was to take a nap, but after so much sex and a brand new mate bond hitting me, it was easy to drift off in his arms.

Chapter 20

Triple Threat

Eventually Sawyer and I made our way out to the living room. Thorne scrolled his phone, typing out messages, and Cole was nowhere to be found.

Grabbing a drink, I dropped onto the sofa. Sawyer draped his arm around me. I caught him eyeing the rapidly-healing bite mark he’d given me.