Chapter 25 Cinnamon Rolls and Wolf Boys
Cinnamon Rolls and Wolf Boys
Rough hands pulled me up and off of Sawyer and Cole, but I was too delirious to see who did it. They positioned me kneeling again, and I fell forward onto my hands and knees, my messy hair tumbling around my face.
Warm hands ran over my ass and lower, swiping through the wetness seeping from my pussy.
“They really filled you up,” Thorne said. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste it.”
His thick fingers dipped into me, scooping up some of the combined cum from Sawyer, Cole, and myself.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled, lifting my head to stare at Thorne.
He smirked. “You complained I didn’t feed you, so I wanted to remedy that.”
Something smooth and cool brushed the inside of my thigh. Jolting, I twisted to see, but Thorne growled a warning. Huffing, I waited until he was finished.
Smirking, my fated mate held up the cup of icing and dipped his fingers into it, swirling everything together.
“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—”
Thorne pulled out of me, grabbing my hip and shoulder to flip me onto my back before sheathing himself deeper. I winced as he shoved his growing knot as deep as he could.
Leaning over me, he rested some of his weight on his forearms on either side of my head. I couldn’t do anything but look up into eyes blazing the same color as polished bronze.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said again, low and lethal.
That ferocity flowed through our fated mate bond, filling me with the surety that I was wanted, that he would never leave me, that I was his world.
“I’m yours,” I said, my emotions bleeding into the words. “I love you.”
His hips slowed, and his head dropped, lips brushing over the bite marks he’d given me less than two hours ago. “I love you, Autumn. You’re my whole world now.”
His movements grew shallow, his knot keeping him wedged inside of me. He was right on the edge, the tension in his muscles ready to break.
Reaching up, I dragged my nails down his back. “Come for me.”
His teeth sank into my skin, just hard enough to sting, as he found his release. We were both breathing hard, and I tipped my head back, trying to slow my heart rate.
Thorne kissed over my shoulder and up my neck. Turning my head, I caught his mouth with my own, my hand coming up to hold him steady while I kissed him.
His teeth nipped my bottom lip, and I squeaked. He followed it with a sweet, lingering kiss.
Wrapping his arms around me, Thorne rolled us so I was splayed out on top of him. Smiling, I ran the tip of my fingertips down his ribs. His hand caught mine, pulling it up to his mouth where he kissed my palm.
“So, how long until you guys wolf out?”
Frowning, Thorne tipped his chin up to look at the window. “What time is it?”
“Noon?” I guessed. “I don’t know.”
“Well, it’ll start at sunset. So we have preparations to make.”
“Do you feel different closer to the full moon?” I asked.
Thorne chuckled. “Yeah, it makes us a little wild. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“No,” I said quickly. “No, I liked it. You could be rougher. I can take it. I like when you throw me around a bit.”
My cheeks flushed as I admitted that to him.
His hand brushed down my back to squeeze my ass. “Good to know.”
Despite his easy smile, I felt tension in his body and through our bond. Pausing, I considered my words. “Are you really okay with everything? I mean, I know you said you were, but it’s different seeing us together versus just the theory of it.”
“No, no, it’s not that.” Thorne grunted, lines forming around his eyes as he searched for words. “I don’t want to keep you from them. I liked seeing the three of you together.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said sharply. “It’s more that I want to be the best at making you come. I want to be your favorite.”
My exhale turned into a laugh. “Okay, good to know I can make you jealous and get nailed really well as a result.”
Exhaling in a huff, Thorne pressed his mouth to my shoulder, trailing kisses up my neck. Sighing, I melted into him. We stayed like that for a long time until he went to get another towel and tend to me. I appreciated the care after being railed fifteen ways to Sunday.
Eventually, I started tidying up the cabin while Thorne began his preparations for the full moon.
“Okay, so is this a ‘pop’ instant shimmer of magic and you’re a wolf, or are we talking horror movie, bones popping, and fur busting out of your skin?
” I asked, watching Thorne’s bare chest ripple with muscles as he dragged the mattress out to the porch.
He wanted me to be comfortable, and I loved him for it.
Sawyer and Cole strolled through the trees, heading straight for us when they spotted the nest Thorne was building me.
“The mattress, really?” Sawyer whined.
Thorne’s head snapped up. “Did you expect our mate to sleep on the ground? Or did you want to sleep inside the cabin as a wolf?”
“Fine,” Sawyer said, crossing his arms.
“Come here and help,” Thorne said, jerking his head. “Are there any more blankets anywhere? I don’t want her to be cold.”
Cole snorted. “There will be three huge wolves in bed with her. She’ll be fine.”
Sawyer retrieved two old thermal blankets from a shelf and tossed them through the open door. Thorne spread them out and fluffed the pillows.
Smiling, I flopped onto the bed, feeling like a kid at summer camp. “So I was asking Thorne about turning into a wolf, and he wouldn’t answer me.”
Cringing Sawyer scratched at the back of his neck. “Honestly, I’m not totally sure how to describe it.”
“Okay, how long does it take?”
“A few seconds?”
Biting my lip, I asked, “Does it hurt?”
“A bit,” he said.
“A lot,” Cole said at the same moment. When Sawyer looked up, eyes wide, Cole shrugged. “I’m special, remember.”
I had no idea what to say. Cole smiled grimly, and Sawyer stared at him, sympathy all over his features. I wasn’t a werewolf like they were, and there was no way I could understand.
Thorne kept fussing with my outdoor bed, and finally I grabbed his hand. “It’s fine!”
“Let’s test it out, then,” Sawyer said, grabbing me around the middle and tugging me down.