Page 77 of Knotting Autumn

“Shh, eat your breakfast, babygirl,” Cole said, using his free hand to grab Sawyer’s jaw.

Turning to press my face into Thorne’s chest, I smothered my laughter, my shoulders shaking. Cole dominating Sawyer was one of my new favorite things.

After breakfast, Thorne washed up the dishes and I remade the bed. A serious air fell over the small room.

“So what’s the plan with Hunter? Because we can’t hide out here forever,” I finally asked.

“I don’t get cell service here. We’ll have to drive down the road to get messages from the pack,” Thorne said.

Sawyer leaned against Cole, still needing constant touch to satisfy his body. “Not to be stupid, but isn’t tonight the full moon? I’d forgotten about it with everything happening, but I can feel it coming now.”

“Fuck!” Cole said, straightening.

Thorne’s mouth thinned into a grim expression. “It’s our first full moon outside of the pack lands.”

“Well, we’re already here at my cabin, which is perfect for the full moon. No one else is around. It’s a state park from the edge of the property to the other side of the mountain.”

Cole looked to Thorne, the sharp line of his jaw like glass with the movement. “It’ll be nice to explore somewhere new. It was one of the things I was looking forward to with our little road trip.”

My mind spun. It was the full moon, meaning my three werewolf men would be changing into their magical wolf forms. It might be a monthly occurrence to them, nothing to freak out over, but to me, it was reality altering.

When the idea they changed into wolves was simply a theory, it was easier to process. But knowing I would see it, my pulse thudded in my ears and my skin grew clammy.

“Autumn? Are you feeling the effects of the heat again?” Sawyer asked, reaching up to skim his fingertips over my cheek.

Cole brushed his hair back, giving Sawyer a meaningful look. “I can feel you growing needier by the second, mate.”

Tuning into our bond, I felt a shadow of what Cole meant. Sawyer’s crazy hormones were ramping back up, but clearly he was determined to ignore it.

“I’m fine,” Sawyer said, keeping his attention on me. “What’s wrong?”

“No, just having an existential crisis knowing my boyfriends are turning into wolves.”

“It’s fine. Tonight we will run as a pack together, and you can be as close as you’d like to be. We can all stay right here with you. Would you like me to make you a nest on the porch?” Thorne said, his nose brushing my neck as he curled around me.

A spike of desire radiated out from my neck as he pressed his lips over the fresh claim mark. The muscle was sore, and the skin stung, but I loved the clear sign of his devotion. Sawyer marking me had been protective. Thorne’s was pure possession.

“Yeah, I’d love to watch you guys,” I said, smiling up at him.

“Well, we’ve got a few hours before we need to worry about that,” Cole said.

“What’s that?” Sawyer asked, pushing up to a sitting position. He tapped my jaw until I turned my head, showing him the bite marks.

“So much for keeping her away from your pack,” he grumbled.

“You’re Cole’s fated mate, so you’re pack now. There’s no point in Thorne delaying claiming me,” I explained.

Sawyer’s throat worked as his eyes flickered to Cole. From the way Cole licked his lips, he was thinking about the same thing—marking him. I doubted it would take long, from the fire burning in his gray eyes.

Thorne gathered the plates and started to put the food away.

“Yeah, I guess I am feeling kinda off again…” Sawyer flushed deeper, his lashes lowering as he failed to keep Cole’s gaze.

Thorne cleared his throat. “Look at this,” he said, holding up a container from the to-go bag. Grinning, he peeled off the lid and dipped a finger inside, drawing out white, sticky frosting to show us before he popped it into his mouth.

Sawyer’s eyes widened, and a wicked gleam shone in Cole’s eyes as I looked from one to the other. Cole held up a hand. “Give it here.”

“Don’t waste it. I want to lick it off my mate’s cunt,” Thorne said darkly, passing the cup over.