Page 71 of Knotting Autumn

Gray eyes soft, Cole stalked forward, closing the gap between us. He regarded Sawyer, kneeling, naked, and panting. He was beautiful, blond curls messy and cheeks flushed.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Cole asked quietly.

“Fuck yes.”

Cole dropped to his knees on the mattress beside us, his hand wrapping around Sawyer’s neck as he tugged him closer.

Sawyer cradled Cole’s jaw, pulling him the rest of the way. Their lips met, and a surge of electricity jolted through me from my bond with Sawyer. As he touched his fated mate, the same overwhelming passion that I experienced with Thorne cycled back, repeating and doubling. It left me gasping, my pussy clenching around nothing. Drawing my knees up, I scooted back to give them more room.

He groaned into Cole’s mouth. They broke apart, gasping.

“I want to get you off so bad. I know you need it,” Cole muttered.

Sawyer let out a needy moan as his mouth trailed down Cole’s neck, leaving red marks where he bit and sucked.

“We don’t even have any lube, dammit,” Cole growled.

“Autumn,” Sawyer said. Turning back to me, he gave me an imploring look. “Let him use your cum, please. You were dripping even before I made you come.”

My eyebrows shot up at the request.

“I—I mean, that would work.” Biting my lip, I looked to Thorne. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitating. “And then I have you to myself while Sawyer and Cole are busy.” His beautiful lips parted in a grin that showed off fangs. Standing, he moved to the bed so all three men surrounded me.

“Take what you need,” I said awkwardly. The entire situation seemed unreal, but it felt right. “I want you to.”

Cole looked me over, his gaze lingering between my legs. Reaching out, he ran his hand down my thigh. My breath caught, anticipation flooding my system. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I watched as he reached between my legs and slowly slid two fingers inside of me.

“Fuck,” I said, unable to help clenching around him.

Cole was fingering me.What the fuck!

“Fuck,” Sawyer echoed. “I like the sight of that way more than I should.”

Thorne reached out, settling his hands on my shoulders and stroking inward to my neck. Enjoying the dual sensations, I tipped my head back, surrendering to him.

With his fingers still inside of me, Cole pushed Sawyer to his back. His head landed beside my hip, and I automatically reached out, running my fingers through his hair.

Cole withdrew his fingers, coated in my wetness. I could tell the moment he touched Sawyer, because his head turned and he bit down lightly on the meat of my palm to stifle his groan. Cole eased fingers into him, stretching him. Sawyer was deep in the throes of his hormones, and he whimpered, releasing my hand and panting as he looked back at Cole.

Black wavy hair fell over his face, sweat glistening on his chest where those twin barbells glinted between swirling tattoos. Looking up, he swallowed. “I don’t think that will be enough.”

He hesitated, gaze flicking to Thorne and then to me.

“I want you to come on my cock so I can be sure.”

The idea was ludicrous, and I grinned, throwing my hand over my face. “You want me to come again? I’m not an endless supply of orgasms, you guys.”

Sawyer let out a scratchy laugh.

Thorne squeezed the back of my neck. “Aren’t you, Vixen?”

Cole’s big hands gripped my thighs, and he dragged me down the bed toward him. My yelp of surprise turned to a moan as he pulled down his pants, lined himself up, and thrust into me without preamble.

Getting fucked by my fated mate’s best friend, or more accurately, my best friend’s fated mate, was not on my to-do list for the day, but Cole surprised me.

Something smooth and metallic rubbed against my inner walls. Eyes flying open, I gaped at him. “Is your dick pierced?”