Page 100 of Knotting Autumn

“And then head back,” Cole said, guiding Sawyer so his head was hanging off the end of the desk. Luckily, its edge was softly rounded, and Cole had tucked my rolled up flannel under Sawyer’s neck.

“Your turn,” Thorne said, gripping my waist and turning me toward his desk.

I squealed as he lifted me and settled me with my knees on either side of Sawyer’s hips. His cock rested against his stomach, already dripping.

“This isn’t such a bad lunch,” Sawyer said, reaching up to cup my breasts.

“So are you two going to just watch us fuck on your desk?” I asked, propping one hand on my hip.

Thorne moved behind me, his hand running over my back. Sweetly, he pressed kisses down my spine. The nervousexcitement at this position lit into an inferno, and I fought the urge to beg.

Lips still on my skin, Thorne reached down and gripped Sawyer’s cock, lining him up and then urging me down to spear myself on his length.

Finally, some relief for the aching need.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, taking him into my body without any real foreplay. The stretch turned to pleasure as his cock rubbed along my inner walls. Without meaning to, I rocked my hips, dragging him against my g-spot and pulling a groan out of me.

Thorne gripped my hips, stopping me. “Did I say you could move yet? You’re not the one in charge here.”

“Yes, alpha,” I purred, loving the way his grip tightened at my use of his title.

“Ready for more, Vixen?” His breath was warm on my skin, and I shivered under the feeling.

“Please, yes, I want more,” I whined.

“What a good little mate,” Cole murmured.

Turning toward his voice, I took in the sight of him taking his cock out and pressing the head against Sawyer’s lips. The way he hung off the edge of the desk made the perfect angle, and he obediently opened his mouth so Cole could feed him a few inches of his cock.

“Oh,” I gasped, staring as Sawyer relaxed his jaw and took Cole deeper.

“Lean forward, baby,” Thorne murmured, his wet fingers pressing against my asshole.

My next breath was ragged as Thorne entered me. I was already so full of Sawyer’s cock in my pussy, adding Thorne’s in my ass was enough to make my vision blur.

“I was right. This works quite well,” Cole said, praising himself. “Your desk is the perfect height.”

I was too full of dick to string words together. Gently, Thorne pulled back and thrust deeper, rocking me forward on Sawyer’s cock, which dragged him against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

Meaningless curses tumbled out of my lips as my mates began to move in earnest.

Cole reached forward, cupping his hand at the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss, silencing me. His tongue licked into my mouth, tasting me. The warm heat of his kiss had my core squeezing Sawyer’s cock. He loved watching us together, and he twitched inside of me, his knot swelling.

“That’s my good boy,” Cole crooned, rolling his hips. “You suck me so well.”

Sawyer groaned, the sound raw and desperate. Thorne echoed it, increasing his pace as he fucked me, sliding me over my other mate.

Cole’s pace broke, his movements slowing as he came. His sharp features softened, his lips parting and eyes glazing over. Fascinated, I watched Sawyer’s throat work as he swallowed him down.

“You’re too fucking good at that,” he muttered, breathing heavily as he regained his composure.

Sawyer preened at the praise, satisfaction and pride flooding our bond.

Thorne gripped my shoulder, squeezing the muscle and nerves there. “Now it’s your turn. Cole, you want to help?”

“Happily.”

It was getting difficult to keep my eyes open as sensation built into a blaze. Tipping my head back, I gave into the pull to close my eyes and shut off one of my senses, focusing entirely on the feel of Sawyer’s cock rocking in my sensitive core while Thorne’s cock slammed into me, his pace becoming frenzied.