Page 12 of Knotting Autumn

“I told you. We’re mates.”

Why was my brain so fixated on him and the whole soulmate thing? I should have forgotten him already. Maybe it was because he was so fucking hot. Goddamn.

“This is ridiculous,” I managed to say before he kissed me.

Soft lips pressed to mine, warm and firm, becoming more demanding as I kissed back. Excitement sparked through my body, down my arms and swirling through my belly. His hand cupped my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he guided me back.

Someone was whimpering. Fuck! It was me. That was embarrassing, but it was my dream, so what did it matter? In fact, I should just enjoy this.

Reaching up, I dug my nails into his shoulders. A growling groan ripped out of him, and he pulled back, biting down on my bottom lip. The spark of pain jolted straight to my pussy.

That was when I realized he was naked, meaning no clothes, meaning his dick was pressing against my stomach.

Oh, shit.

My dreaming brain was feeling particularly creative. I couldn’t see much as he moved to kissing my neck, but from the feel of it, he was huge. There was no way that was fitting inside of me.

As if responding to my thoughts, which I supposed he was, Thorne lowered himself until he knelt between my knees, surveying my body. The glow of his blue eyes intensified as he untied my robe and opened it, revealing everything underneath, where I was completely naked.

Another low groan rumbled in his throat. “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. I know you’ll be just as delicious.”

“Yes, you should find out,” I whined, opening my legs wider.

Apparently, dream-me was a complete hussy. I started to laugh at myself, but then he descended on my pussy, his hands gripping my ass to haul me up.

My second gasp was just as dramatic, and it melted into a moan. My toes curled as he licked into me, lapping up my arousal. His fingers dug in, showing me just how much he liked it.

I’d never really enjoyed a guy going down on me before. It was usually fine, but this was next-level mind-blowing. I had no idea what magic he was working with that tongue, but I was grabbing handfuls of leaves, thrashing, unable to handle the onslaught.

Dropping the crunching leaves between my fingers, I reached for his hair, tugging it roughly. He moved up to my clit, enthusiastically sucking at it.

“Holy shit!” I yelped. “Thorne!”

He never let up, and my body was winding so tight, my vision went white. A string of meaningless words melted intochanting his name. He loved that, his tongue working me, his teeth gently nipping, his fingers massaging.

How did anyone survive this? I was going to die from head.

He came up for air, and my wild eyes locked with his, my tits bouncing with my shuddering breaths. “You’re mine,” he growled.

“Shut up and finish the job,” I muttered.

“You’re my mate, and you’re going to come for me.” His growling words vibrated against my clit as he ducked his head and resumed his task.

My eyes squeezed shut, and I tried to relax so I could take it without losing my mind, but it was too much. Just when I thought my body was going to explode into a cloud of glitter, my orgasm hit.

Everything seized, my pussy squeezing over and over. A gush of wetness escaped me, and Thorne growled as it soaked his face.

My throat felt raw as I panted. I’d been screaming.

Sitting back, Thorne grinned at me. His face was dripping.

Groaning, I pushed up to sit. “What the absolute fuck was that?”

“Perfection.” Leaning forward, he cradled my jaw and kissed me. The taste of my cum on his tongue was strange. I’d forgotten this was a dream. It was so detailed and intense.

“I can’t wait to do this together when we’re awake. I’m going to make you scream my name over and over.”

Laughing, I wrinkled my nose at him. “You’re a cocky bastard. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me again in my dreams, but you’re not getting near me in real life. Now let's see if you can make me come with that monster cock before my alarm goes off.”