Page 60 of Knotting Autumn

“I trust you,” I said softly.

His mouth snapped shut, his pupils eating up the green until his eyes were dark. He was holding himself back, and that was the last thing I wanted.

“I know what your fingers feel like, and your mouth. I’ve had your cock in my mouth, and I’m ready to feel it inside of me.”

He let out a sound between a growl and a whimper.

I grinned. “I can’t wait. Please, please fuck me.”

His muscles flexed, a dam about to break.

“I need you to claim me,” I tried. That did it.

Groaning, Sawyer pushed me onto my back. I sat up on my elbows, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Strip,” he said, lifting his own shirt above his head and letting it fall behind him.

Mouth dry, I stared as he unzipped his jeans, shoving them down, and fisted his cock, squeezing over his knot. He was desperate, but I wanted him absolutely mindless so he wouldn’t overthink things.

Slowly, I pulled my shirt up, running my hands over my bare stomach to put on a show for him. From the whimper he let out, it was working.

A heady sense of power rushed through me. I owned him, and he loved every second of it.

Rolling onto my stomach, I pulled my knees in to raise my ass up before I teased my panties down over my ass and then slid them down my thighs.

Sawyer stroked his cock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “That’s my slutty, perfect girl.”

My bra was last, and once I was entirely bare, I rolled onto my back, my knees together and to the side in a demure pose.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned. Pupils blown and chest heaving, he took me in.

“Are you just going to stand there and jerk off? I don’t think that’ll get the job done,” I teased. “You’d better get up here.”

Sawyer knelt on the bed, taking me in. Climbing over me, he settled his hips between my thighs.

Pushing up, I pressed my lips to his. His hand cradled my head, and I looped my arms around his back, clinging to him as we kissed.

Reaching between us, Sawyer lined himself up. I gasped against his lips at the feel of his cock nudging my entrance. My heart sped up. This was it. Not only was my best friend in love with me, and a werewolf, but I was about to take his v-card.

My nails dug into his back as he pressed into me. He broke our kiss, his forehead dropping to my collarbone as he let out a rumbling moan.

“Fuck, Autumn. Shit.”

Sawyer gave a shallow thrust, working himself deeper, and my eyes fluttered shut at the exquisite feel of him.

My legs hooked over Sawyer’s hips, and we rocked together, Sawyer fighting to not orgasm before he marked me. Knowinghe was losing the battle from the way his muscles tensed and his movements shortened, I pressed against his shoulder and nudged him with one leg.

Obediently, Sawyer rolled over, keeping us connected so I straddled him. He looked up at me with awe, his lips parted and green eyes glowing.

Bending over, I kissed him, first on the lips, and then over a trail of freckles to his throat.

“Let me handle this for a while, okay?”

His hands settled on my hips, moving to squeeze my ass.

Smiling sweetly, I straightened and began riding him, gently rolling my hips so his cock rubbed against the perfect spot.

“This might be my new favorite thing, watching you use me like your own personal toy,” Sawyer said breathlessly.