Page 46 of Knotting Autumn

“That’s my perfect mate. I can’t wait to see if you’ll squirt again.”

Again? I’d never done that before—except in that filthy dream I’d had of Thorne days ago. But it was a dream, right?

How could he have known?

Thorne stroked me again, hitting my g-spot while working my clit, and despite the chaos in my mind, my body shattered.

My entire body jerked, and I screamed. Sweet release flooded me as I tumbled through space, nothing but exploding stars and sensation.

Gasping, I came back to myself. Thorne was buried deep, and I felt the last of his orgasm as he came inside of me.

“Now can I come?” Sawyer asked.

I couldn’t string my thoughts together. Something Thorne had said was significant, but my brain was mush. Unsure what to do, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on Sawyer as he pulled back.

“Damn, Autumn. Fuck.” He twitched, his cock pulsing on my tongue. It was all the warning I got to swallow as his cum hit the back of my throat.

After a long moment, he withdrew, and I licked my lips, trying to clean myself up. I was a mess with tears on my face and my hair disheveled from his hands.

Gently, Sawyer cupped my face and ran his thumbs over my cheeks. “You are magnificent.”

I smiled up at him, enjoying his attention, as Thorne ran his hands over my ass and the red marks he’d left behind.

Twisting, I eyed him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you want me to spank you while you’re knotted? I bet I could get you to come just from that.”

“No way,” I said, scowling back at him. “I need to ask you something, and I can’t think when you do that.”

“What?” he asked absently, his eyes locked on where we were joined as his hands squeezed my ass.

“What the fuck did you meansquirt again?” My cheeks flushed harder.

“In our dream,” he said plainly.

“What?” I yelped, trying to twist around.

“What do you mean in your dream?” Sawyer demanded. He froze, looking like a deer in front of a semitruck. “Oh, hey, Cole. Um…”

In the doorway, Cole cleared his voice, shifting on his feet awkwardly. His face was rapidly turning the color of printer paper as he stared at us. Sawyer jerked up his boxers over his dick. Cole blinked and shook his head slightly.

“I’m glad you’re bonding, but it’s important that we get out of here soon.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Mia just texted that Hunter is loading up a truck.”

“Damn. Keep me updated,” Thorne said, sounding far too calm for someone whose cock was currently lodged inside of me while learning his evil twin brother was coming for us.

Scoffing, I tried to pull off of him, but his knot held us tightly together.

Not again.

“So Hunter is coming back? That didn’t take long. I thought he would give us a few days, at least,” I said.

“We were supposed to have a solution. Running away to your house isn’t a solution,” Sawyer growled, pressing his palm to his face.

“It’s really clear that we aren’t safe here. I need to go with Thorne, and I want you to come with me,” I said, leveling Sawyer with a meaningful look.

“But then what?” Sawyer asked. “How do we deal with him?”

Thorne tensed. “I’ll figure out a way to get Hunter to leave us alone.”