Page 80 of Knotting Autumn

“Did you put—?”

Thorne stopped my question by sticking two sticky, sweet fingers into my mouth. “How’s this?”

Eyes wide, I sucked the icing off, and stared, open-mouthed as he rose and moved to the kitchen, returning a minute later with the last cinnamon roll. Looking into my eyes, he poured the frosting over the cinnamon roll.

Swiveling, I blinked at the other two men, waiting for them to intervene. Cole lay in Sawyer’s lap, resting his cheek on his thigh. Sawyer shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling up.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Thorne said softly, tearing off a bite and holding it up.

Scrunching my face, I considered. “Do I want to eat a cinnamon roll covered in cream cheese and cum frosting?”

“Do you want to be a good girl and please your alpha?” Thorne purred.

It was ridiculous, but a bolt of need shot through me. Obediently, I opened my mouth and accepted the food.

The fluffy pastry melted on my tongue, and I let out a moan, enjoying the way Thorne exhaled roughly.

With one hand, he shoved his pants down and pressed a hand to the small of my back, pulling me into his lap. With a gasp, I speared myself on his cock.

“Even better,” he said, tearing off another piece of cinnamon roll and feeding it to me.

My poor cunt was going to be so bruised by the time we were done, after fitting both Sawyer and Cole and now Thorne. But he didn’t move, just kept me on his lap as he fed me, leaning forward to kiss me between bites.

Sawyer and Cole spoke quietly, and then pulled on their clothes and left the cabin, leaving Thorne and I to stretch out in the bed.

“You’re so perfect,” Thorne murmured as I licked his fingers clean. His dick twitched inside of me, and my breath caught.

“And you’re a sweet talker. All flattery.” My voice was breathless and a little scratchy.

“My thoughts aren’t so sweet. I’m jealous, watching you with them. I want to be the one who makes you moan like that,” Thorne said, his gaze darkening. “I want to pin you down and fuck you senseless until you don’t remember the feel of two cocks in your cunt, only me. Would you let me?”

My core clenched around him, and I nodded. This possessive side of Thorne felt dangerous, and I wanted more.

The empty plate fell to the floor as Thorne grabbed my waist, lifting me off his lap and tossing me flat on the bed. Excitement buzzed through my veins, my heart racing at his rough treatment and the feeling of being thoroughly dominated.

Lying on my stomach, I turned my head to peer at him. Thorne moved with a fluid grace, like a dancer or a martial arts fighter. He grabbed my hips and lined himself up, sliding into me smoothly.

I pushed up, ready to go to my hands and knees, but Thorne pressed me down, stretching out over me. One of his hands gathered up my hair and tugged, pulling my head back so he could kiss my neck.

His weight pressed me into the mattress, and I drew in a shaky breath that wooshed out with his first harsh thrust. Stars danced behind my eyes, all my nerves lighting up. His free hand grabbed my thigh, shoving my knee up, before grabbing my hip so he could slam into me harder.

“Do you like this, baby?” he asked, slowing his pace so I could feel the drag of his cock inside of me.

Whimpering, I nodded.

“Words, love.”

“Yes, please, more,” I babbled.

After everything we’d done, it was so easy for him to push me higher, until I was quaking under him, my pussy fluttering and my muscles seizing.

“I love how responsive you are,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “I could do this all day, every day. Sawyer and Cole would have to just fuck each other because I’m not leaving you unfilled for five minutes.”

“That’s going to make it difficult to get anything else done,” I muttered, letting my eyes close as the world blurred.

“Tell me that you’re mine,” he said, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck, Thorne, I can’t—think—”