Page 74 of Knotting Autumn

He held my hand as I climbed in the SUV, and I appreciated the sweet gesture.

“So Sawyer and Cole getting together wasn’t exactly on my bingo card,” I said, grinning at Thorne as we drove down the dirt road.

He laughed, his hand drifting to my thigh. “I didn’t see it coming, but maybe I should have. Cole was weird around him from the start.”

“I didn’t realize.” I stared out the window, watching the trees blur as we pulled onto the main road and picked up speed. “I don’t really know him that well.”

“Considering you let him stick his dick in you, I’d say you’re pretty well acquainted now.”

“Are you mad about that?” I asked, my voice going high.

Thorne stilled, his hand tightening on my leg. “Vixen, Cole is my closest friend. I’ve often imagined sharing a mate with him. This isn’t exactly how I expected it would happen, but it feels right.”

“I just feel bad,” I said, wincing.

“Autumn, you need to let go of the social norms of humans. I promise it’s okay. I want you to follow your instincts.”

“Okay, I’ll try,” I said softly, crossing my arms and staring out the window instead of looking at his stupidly handsome smirking face. “So where are we going?”

“There was a diner on the map a few miles further down the highway. I’m hoping they’re open.”

His hand inched higher, and I ignored the sparks radiating out from the contact.

“We will have to be quick. I think my hormones are still off from Sawyer’s heat. You’re making me unbelievably horny right now.”

“Sorry,” Thorne said, drawing the word out as his fingers dragged to the apex of my thighs. “We should probably fuck in the car before we go in, just to be safe. Usually werewolves in heat and rut don’t go anywhere, so we’re taking a risk.”

“Why? Worried we might jump each other’s bones in the middle of the diner?”

“No, more likely I’d murder anyone who looked at you.” Thorne scowled, following up that violent statement by shoving his hands in my waistband and plunging two fingers into me.

“Oh, fuck. This is such a bad idea!”

“Shhh, let me focus on driving,” Thorne shushed me.

“Thorne!” I squirmed, clenching around the invasion.

Thorne didn’t finger-fuck me. He just kept his middle and ring finger inside of my pussy as I got wetter and more desperate. My skin heated, and I was near tears when he pulled off to the side of the road and parked.

“What is up with us and fucking in your truck?” I whined, climbing into his lap.

The horn honked as I pressed my back into the steering wheel in my rush to get his pants down enough to free his cock. Thorne laughed, but the sound was cut off as I impaled myself on him.

I couldn’t help my embarrassing groan as I sank down, taking as much as I could. My thighs settled on his, and I took a second to breathe, letting my body adjust. Even after half a dozen times together over the last few days, there was no getting around the fact the werewolf was packing.

My body ached for him and all the delicious ways he stretched me and bruised me. Leaning forward, I skimmed my lips over his neck, whispering against his skin.

“I need you to knot me.” I rose up and sank back down. “I want it.”

“I knew you’d love it once you got used to the idea,” he said smugly. “I promised I’d make you come over and over.”

“Not now. I’m horny and hungry. You need to feed me or I’ll probably bite you.”

He jerked his hips upward at my words, and I groaned, my forehead falling to his shoulder.

“I want to mark you,” he admitted, the words strained as I pushed up with my thighs and dropped back down, working him deeper.

It took me a moment to respond, my thoughts thick as molasses as pleasure filled my muscles and spiraled through my veins.