Page 44 of Knotting Autumn

Pushing past me, Sawyer stalked across the room, shoving Thorne back with a flat palm.

Thorne’s gaze darkened, but he allowed himself to be shoved back a step. “You need to calm down.”

“Don’t try to alpha me. Someone needs to hold you accountable for being such a selfish asshole. You’re the reason—”

The surge of anger in my chest didn’t belong to me. Gasping, I pressed my hands over my sternum.

“You’re more of a danger to her than I am,” Thorne growled. “You’re a rogue loner without a pack. Just being with you puts her in danger. If my pack found you, they might chase you out of town if you’re lucky, or they’d execute you for infringing on their territory. Even if you weren’t discovered, lone wolves aren’t stable. They go crazy all the time. You’re a ticking time bomb.”

Sawyer’s eyes flashed glowing emerald, his hands clenching into fists. Anger morphed his features into something deadly and animalistic. He was seconds from attacking, and from the rage pumping through my fated mate bond, that was exactly what Thorne wanted.

Stumbling forward, I threw myself between them, bracing one hand on each heaving chest.

“Autumn,” Sawyer growled. “Move.”

“Don’t,” I said, my thoughts tumbling together until I couldn’t string words together. Acting on instinct alone, I grabbed a fistful of Sawyer’s shirt and dragged him down to me, crashing his mouth down on mine.

Chapter 16

Sharing Is Caring

Sawyer’s anger melted into feverish need, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip and his tongue stroking mine. I was instantly boneless, sagging into his arms, hanging onto him with one hand while the other gripped Thorne’s shirt, pulling him closer.

Sawyer’s hands gripped my hips, and he spun me, my back to his chest, so he could bite and suck on my neck as his hands slid into my shorts. I shuddered from the sting of his teeth before crying out from his fingers plunging into me.

Arching, I stared up at Thorne. I was hanging onto him with both hands, and his eyes blazed with unmasked hunger. My stomach swooped, my body singing at the way Sawyer was thrusting into me. I hesitated for a split second, and then yanked Thorne forward.

He threaded one hand into my hair, tipping my head so he could kiss me deeply. There was no stopping my pathetic whimpers. His other hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple until it peaked through my thin bra and he could pinch it.

My hips bucked, and Sawyer groaned. “That’s it. Ride my hand.”

“Make her scream,” Thorne growled, breaking away from our kiss long enough to drag my shirt over my head and toss it aside.

Sawyer’s fingers stilled, his breath hot on my neck. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please. I need you both.”

Thorne and Sawyer exchanged a look, settling on a truce for now, as long as I was between them and begging. Thorne nodded, and both men moved together, Sawyer moving his grip to my waist and lifting me up as Thorne stripped off my shorts, leaving me in my panties and bra.

Each breath was a ragged pant as Sawyer spun me to face him and kissed me again. I lost myself in the feel of his mouth, as electricity sparked along my spine from Thorne’s tongue. He kissed and licked his way down my back, unclasping my bra and sliding it off my shoulders.

“Get on your knees,” Thorne growled.

I dropped, loving how his command sent shivers through me. Sitting back on my heels, I looked up at Sawyer through my lashes. Thorne was a warm presence behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders, squeezing in a way that made me groan and roll my head to the side.

“Take out his cock.” His voice was a rough scrape.

The muscles of Sawyer’s torso flexed as I reached for him, unfastening his belt and dragging it through the loops. I could barely breathe, the tension, winding tight between us, suffocating me. My hands shook as I fumbled to lower his zipper. His inhale was a hiss as I tugged his boxers down and freed his dick. It was hard and thick in my hand. To think, he’d been hiding this away all those years we were just platonic friends.

Eagerly, I leaned forward and licked the tip. He groaned, twitching against my tongue, as my heartbeat pulsed at the apex of my thighs. I was too greedy for his cock to worry aboutsatisfying myself. Besides, I had a feeling both of these men were eager to take on the job.

“Autumn,” Sawyer moaned. “Fuck.”

Pulling back, he lowered to his knees, his eyes brimming with emotion. Framing my face with his hands, he kissed me again. The love and devotion in his kiss washed over me, sending me spiraling.

Thorne pressed on my back, bending me forward, as he tugged my hips back with the other hand. Mindless, I fell to my hands and knees.

“Good, obedient little mate.” He kissed my bare back, and then his teeth scraped my ass, nibbling at the skin he revealed as he dragged my panties down.