Page 75 of Knotting Autumn

“What about the plan of Sawyer marking me instead of you? Remember?”

Thorne kissed my temple. “I hate to tell you this, but Cole and Sawyer really fucked up that strategy. Sawyer’s considered part of our pack now too.”

“Oh.” My brows furrowed. “Damn.”

“But it’s a huge commitment, and I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”

My movements slowed, and I looked up, meeting his hopeful gaze. My heart constricted, affection for this generous man flooding me. His hands tightened at my waist as he responded to my emotions.

A laugh escaped me. “I haven’t been ready for any of this, but it’s all happened anyway.”

“We don’t have to,” Thorne said.

“No,” I said softly, closing my eyes for a moment as the feel of him deep inside of me overwhelmed my senses. “It’s just a mark to show the bond we already have. And I can’t imagine leaving you now.”

He kissed my throat, and I let my head fall back, fighting to finish my statement.

“Because at the end of the day, I really, really like you.”

“Like me?” he repeated, nipping at my skin. “I fucking love you.”

A blush rose in my cheeks. Instead of answering him, I rose up and slammed back down, wedging his growing knot deep inside of me before I kissed him fiercely.

His tongue slipped between my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair. I poured all my love into that kiss, moaning as he threaded his fingers into the hair at my scalp and gathered it up to hold me steady as he thrust up into me.

“Thorne,” I moaned, breaking away to suck in a breath.

Rolling my hips, I met him as he rutted into me, finding our perfect rhythm. He muttered curses, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.

“Fuck, Vixen, let me bite you, please. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He shuddered and tipped his head back, exposing his throat to me as he came. Warmth flooded me, pleasure filling our bond and his cum spurting inside of me, locked in by his knot.

Instinct surged in me, and I tipped forward, dragging my tongue over his neck before sinking my teeth in hard enough to break the skin.

Thorne cursed between panted breaths, his hips jerking and fingers digging into me as I licked the bite mark. I tried to sit back, but he caught my lips with his, nipping at my bottom lip and coaxing my mouth open so he could deepen the kiss.

I lost myself in him, the pleasure of his cock still stretching me, his mouth on mine. His fingers slid between us, working my clit until I was gasping and shivering.

“Thorne, fuck!”

His teeth flashed as he grinned, nuzzling against my jaw so I tipped my head and he could kiss down my throat. I spasmed around him, my vision going white as he brought me to my peak. Distantly, I felt his fangs sinking into my skin, followed by a rush of sensation in our bond, deepening it.

Thorne was still grinning when he leaned back to look at me, my blood on his lips and a glazed look in his eyes.

“Did you just mark me too?” I asked dumbly, reaching up to prod the tender spot.

Thorne caught my hand before I could touch the wound. Instead, he leaned forward and licked over it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, staring at me with stars in his stormy eyes.

“We probably shouldn’t have done this right before walking into a restaurant. They’re gonna think we got mauled by a wild animal.”

“It’s fine,” he said, tugging the collar of my jacket up to cover the bite.

Grimacing, I ran my fingers over his shoulder, edging the smaller bite I gave him. Already, the bleeding had stopped.

“Sorry I bit you without warning. I got caught up.”