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Looking sheepish, Cole nodded. “I have a Jacob’s ladder.”

Sawyer propped himself up with an elbow. “How many?”

“Can we focus on making Autumn come, please?”

“No, I want to know how many,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him.

Scoffing, Cole pulled out and slammed back in, sending me flat onto my back. “Eight. Now shut up and come for me, love.”

“Here, let me,” Thorne said, sitting forward and reaching between my legs.

His touch had me squirming. “Wow, it’s a fucking group project.”

I was so sensitive, it was easy for them to pull my third orgasm out of me. Keening, my legs shook, my hips twitching as I coated Cole’s cock.

“Happy now?” I gasped, collapsing limply as Cole pulled out of me.

“Thank you,” Cole said, sarcasm coloring his tone.

“Sawyer can thank me in about five minutes,” I quipped.

“Five minutes?” Cole repeated. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“Shut up and fuck him,” I snipped, laughing breathlessly as Sawyer let out a whimper.

Chapter 23

Third Dick of the Day

My breath caught as I watched Cole fold Sawyer nearly in half. Sawyer let out a pornographic moan as Cole pushed into him.

“I’m trying to be gentle, but you need to be knotted. That’s the only thing that will satisfy you if you’re really in heat,” Cole growled before he began moving in a gentle rocking movement.

Sawyer reached for him, grabbing at his arms. “More, please.”

Thorne leaned over me, stealing my attention from the sharp line of Sawyer’s jaw as he moaned and tipped his head back. My fated mate brushed his lips over my cheek and spoke low. “Can I fuck you now? It’s killing me.”

My response was breathless, anticipation squeezing my lungs. “Third dick of the day?”

Growling, Thorne nipped the shell of my ear. “You only have one fated mate, and I think you need to be taught a lesson about who owns you.”

“Are you serious?” I yelped as Thorne rolled me onto my side and pulled one leg up to his chest, so I was almost doing the splits. My muscles protested, but the burn felt good.

At some point, Thorne had removed his pants, and he was able to slide his cock into me without resistance.

“Fuck, you are so hot and soaked.” He reached forward, bracing himself with a hand on my shoulder so he could slam into me harder. I shuddered, the sensation blotting everything else out so I almost missed his words.

“And the best part is that neither of them came inside of you. I get to be the one who fills you up.”

“Thorne,” I gasped.

“Yes, I want to hear you scream my name.”

Thorne reached down, palming one of my tits and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

It was all so much, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the intense sensations rushing through me.

The bed shook as Thorne pounded into me, offset by Cole’s slower thrusts beside us.