Page 79 of Knotting Autumn

“That’s the idea,” Cole said, his grin smug. Still holding me tight, he gave an experimental thrust, and stars danced across my vision.

“I can feel your piercings,” Sawyer said, his breath on my neck.

All I could do was breathe and feel. Cole lifted me a few inches and slammed me back down, my muscles twitching and heat spreading out from where both of them were inside of me.

“I can’t, it’s too much, holy shit,” I gasped.

Cole moved to grip my face as Sawyer thrust up into me. “You’re doing so good, love,” Cole said, brushing his lips over mine.

He’d used me to coat his cock in my cum, and now he was fucking me along with my other mate, but we’d never kissed before. It felt somehow more intimate.

My lips parted, and Cole’s tongue slipped into my mouth. His kiss was sweet, reassuring, grounding. Sawyer nibbled on my neck, his hands roving over my breasts.

When our kiss broke, I collapsed back into Sawyer’s chest. They were both leaning back to accommodate me between them, but now they straightened, both chests rubbing against my skin with each breath.

Cole reached past me, tangling his fingers into Sawyer’s hair and tipping him so their lips could crash together. Everything was a blur of overwhelming sensation, hot skin against mine, the weight of bodies crushing me between them.

My mouth went dry as I caught a flash of Sawyer’s tongue as Cole kissed him. My core squeezed, and Sawyer let out a whine. Wanting to hear more of that, I pushed up with my thighs anddropped back down, taking them deeper. Cole grunted, breaking away from Sawyer to grip my hips and help me move.

Sawyer ran his hands down my back, brushing my hair over my shoulder so he could scrape his teeth over his healed claim mark.

With each movement, my body adapted, but even stretched and relaxed, they pushed me to my maximum. My chest tightened, my skin flushing, as I spiraled higher. I knew they were both getting close from the soft noises Sawyer was making in his throat and the way I couldn’t sink down as far now—their knots were growing and there was no way I could manage both of them inside of me. Just taking the rest of their cocks was already splitting me apart.

“Come on, Autumn, I want to feel you coming before we’re done,” Sawyer rasped. He sounded wrecked, and a wave of heat rushed through me.

Gripping Cole’s shoulders, I took control, shortening my movements and chasing my pleasure. They wouldn’t last much longer, and I wanted to please them.

It felt like I would simply explode into starlight before I could reach orgasm, and I had to work to keep breathing. It was way too much, and I couldn’t let go or I’d fall apart.

Cole wrapped his hand around my neck, and my eyes flew open. “Stop fighting it and just let go,” he said.

A shiver worked its way up, blooming into searing, mind-numbing pleasure that blotted out the stretch and ache of being used by both Sawyer and Cole. It rolled through my entire body, endless and all-consuming euphoria, leaving me languid and spent.

Sawyer’s arm wrapped around my ribcage as I went boneless. The room blurred around me, my thoughts hazy.

Cole flexed his hips, thrusting up into me as his piercings rubbed along Sawyer’s length, and then they were both coming.Warmth pumped into me. I moaned, letting my head fall back against Sawyer’s shoulder.

Cole leaned back, bracing his arms on the mattress behind him, his pale cheeks glowing and gray eyes bright. “Alright, Thorne, she’s all yours.”

Chapter 25

Cinnamon Rolls and Wolf Boys

Rough hands pulled me up and off of Sawyer and Cole, but I was too delirious to see who did it. They positioned me kneeling again, and I fell forward onto my hands and knees, my messy hair tumbling around my face.

Warm hands ran over my ass and lower, swiping through the wetness seeping from my pussy.

“They really filled you up,” Thorne said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste it.”

His thick fingers dipped into me, scooping up some of the combined cum from Sawyer, Cole, and myself.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled, lifting my head to stare at Thorne.

He smirked. “You complained I didn’t feed you, so I wanted to remedy that.”

Something smooth and cool brushed the inside of my thigh. Jolting, I twisted to see, but Thorne growled a warning. Huffing, I waited until he was finished.

Smirking, my fated mate held up the cup of icing and dipped his fingers into it, swirling everything together.