Chapter 23 Third Dick of the Day
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.
Sawyer kept up a chorus of needy groans. His fingers threaded into my hair, urging my eyes open. I blinked at my best friend and chosen mate.
His green eyes glowed, his lids heavy. Desperation and pleasure flowed through our bond now that we were touching again.
Cole growled, his fingers indenting Sawyer’s skin where he gripped him. “That’s it, take everything I give you like the cock-starved plaything you are.”
I gasped, my attention jerking to Cole, but Thorne caught my jaw and directed my attention to his face. His eyes glowed, the intensity making it harder to breathe.
“You want to help them?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
All I could do was nod.
“Good girl,” he said, taking my hand and guiding it to Sawyer’s cock.
On instinct, I squeezed, using his leaking precum and the remaining wetness from when he fucked me to stroke down his shaft.
The feeling of connection between us filled me with satisfaction, and I stroked him in time with Cole’s movements.
Sawyer moaned. “That feels so good, baby.”
I had no idea which of us he meant, so I gripped him tighter just as Cole sped up.
“Almost there,” Cole growled.
Sawyer whimpered, his abs flexing under my forearm.
Thorne wrapped his hands under my ass and lifted my hips, angling me the way he wanted. “Come for me one more time,” he commanded.
“Are you kidding me?” I squeaked. The idea seemed ridiculous to me, but my body was eager to obey him. A shuddering heat worked its way up my spine, radiating out until my entire body was convulsing, my hand still squeezing Sawyer’s dick.
Cole’s motions had stopped, and Sawyer’s cum painted my wrist and his stomach. For the first time since he woke up, Sawyer was quiet, nothing but ragged breathing and a rush of relief through our bond.
For a moment all four of us were still, the significance of what we’d just done settling over us. All of us together.
Gingerly, Thorne bent over me, letting my leg fall to the side as I flopped onto my back. The feel of his knot inside of me as he turned us was enough to make me twitch and tense, causing Thorne to grunt.
Braced on his forearms, Thorne kissed me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. My hand slid over Sawyer’s stomach until someone caught it.
My eyes flew open, and I stared as Cole lifted my wrist and licked the back of my hand clean before sucking two of my fingers into his mouth.
“Holy shit, Cole. Really?” I giggled.
Thorne turned his head, eyeing his friend.
Shrugging, Cole dropped my wrist and grinned. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Sawyer gave a dry laugh, and Cole zeroed in on him. “How do you feel now?”
“Fine,” Sawyer said quickly.
My eyes narrowed. Through my bond with him, I could feel a mix of emotions that I couldn’t quite identify.
Cole lowered his chin, looking at Sawyer through his lashes. “I can feel you’re anxious.”
Exhaling roughly, Sawyer ran his fingers through his messy hair. “No, I feel so much better, thank fuck. But I still feel like I need a minute. This was a lot.”
Thorne’s knot was going down, and he slipped out of me, standing to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom to clean me up. Beside me, Cole was looking at Sawyer with a hungry expression, and Sawyer was getting hard again, even though Cole was still knotted inside of him.
“Why don’t we give you guys some privacy?” I said. “It would be nice to have something for breakfast other than canned soup. What do you say, babe?”
Lines formed around Thorne’s eyes as he considered my suggestion. “Yeah, we can go get something. Are you guys good?”
Cole nodded, waving us away. I had a feeling they’d be very busy while we were gone, so I pulled my clothes back on and followed Thorne out of the cabin.
He held my hand as I climbed in the SUV, and I appreciated the sweet gesture.
“So Sawyer and Cole getting together wasn’t exactly on my bingo card,” I said, grinning at Thorne as we drove down the dirt road.
He laughed, his hand drifting to my thigh. “I didn’t see it coming, but maybe I should have. Cole was weird around him from the start.”
“I didn’t realize.” I stared out the window, watching the trees blur as we pulled onto the main road and picked up speed. “I don’t really know him that well.”
“Considering you let him stick his dick in you, I’d say you’re pretty well acquainted now.”
“Are you mad about that?” I asked, my voice going high.
Thorne stilled, his hand tightening on my leg. “Vixen, Cole is my closest friend. I’ve often imagined sharing a mate with him. This isn’t exactly how I expected it would happen, but it feels right.”
“I just feel bad,” I said, wincing.
“Autumn, you need to let go of the social norms of humans. I promise it’s okay. I want you to follow your instincts.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” I said softly, crossing my arms and staring out the window instead of looking at his stupidly handsome smirking face. “So where are we going?”
“There was a diner on the map a few miles further down the highway. I’m hoping they’re open.”
His hand inched higher, and I ignored the sparks radiating out from the contact.
“We will have to be quick. I think my hormones are still off from Sawyer’s heat. You’re making me unbelievably horny right now.”
“Sorry,” Thorne said, drawing the word out as his fingers dragged to the apex of my thighs. “We should probably fuck in the car before we go in, just to be safe. Usually werewolves in heat and rut don’t go anywhere, so we’re taking a risk.”
“Why? Worried we might jump each other’s bones in the middle of the diner?”
“No, more likely I’d murder anyone who looked at you.” Thorne scowled, following up that violent statement by shoving his hands in my waistband and plunging two fingers into me.
“Oh, fuck. This is such a bad idea!”
“Shhh, let me focus on driving,” Thorne shushed me.
“Thorne!” I squirmed, clenching around the invasion.
Thorne didn’t finger-fuck me. He just kept his middle and ring finger inside of my pussy as I got wetter and more desperate. My skin heated, and I was near tears when he pulled off to the side of the road and parked.
“What is up with us and fucking in your truck?” I whined, climbing into his lap.
The horn honked as I pressed my back into the steering wheel in my rush to get his pants down enough to free his cock. Thorne laughed, but the sound was cut off as I impaled myself on him.
I couldn’t help my embarrassing groan as I sank down, taking as much as I could. My thighs settled on his, and I took a second to breathe, letting my body adjust. Even after half a dozen times together over the last few days, there was no getting around the fact the werewolf was packing.
My body ached for him and all the delicious ways he stretched me and bruised me. Leaning forward, I skimmed my lips over his neck, whispering against his skin.
“I need you to knot me.” I rose up and sank back down. “I want it.”
“I knew you’d love it once you got used to the idea,” he said smugly. “I promised I’d make you come over and over.”
“Not now. I’m horny and hungry. You need to feed me or I’ll probably bite you.”
He jerked his hips upward at my words, and I groaned, my forehead falling to his shoulder.
“I want to mark you,” he admitted, the words strained as I pushed up with my thighs and dropped back down, working him deeper.
It took me a moment to respond, my thoughts thick as molasses as pleasure filled my muscles and spiraled through my veins.
“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.”
Thorne’s eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing as he stared into my soul.
“I loved it. I love you, and I don’t want there to be any doubt,” he said, his tone darkening.
“If we are facing my pack, or anything else, they need to know that I would kill for you. That if they touch you, they answer to me, and I would do anything for you.”
“I do love you,” I blurted.
His smile was sunshine parting the dark clouds. Gently, he gathered me against his chest. “Good,” he hummed.
“And I’m getting really hungry, so if we’re adequately fucked, maybe we could go get breakfast?” I said. “I’m hoping for cinnamon rolls.”
Laughing, Thorne kissed my forehead. “Yes, fine, let’s get breakfast.” I sat back, and he added, “But you should know, this isn’t as intense as a real heat. I wouldn’t let you out of our bed if you were really in heat. So be prepared when that happens.”
My shiver gave me away. He chuckled again, his knot receding enough that I could pull off of him.
“Is there anything I can use to clean up?” I asked. “I’m getting cum all over your car.”
“That’s fine. I want it to smell like you forever. Just put your pants back on, and let it drip down your thigh,” he said, his grin turning devious.
Scowling at him, I grabbed his jacket from the back seat, and used the soft inside of it to wipe between my legs. “There. You can enjoy your clothes being coated in cum.”
“Perfect,” he said, inhaling the scent before pulling the jacket on.
“Ridiculous,” I said, settling into my seat so he could drive us the rest of the way to the diner.