Chapter 8 Fuck Around & Find Out
Fuck Around & Find Out
Shivering in excitement, I fumbled to unbuckle myself. Thorne gripped my hips and helped me climb over the center console. My heart was racing and all the hair along my arms stood on end. The thrill of doing something forbidden, something stupid and foolish, sent adrenaline pumping through me.
I stretched my legs out along the bench seat, my back in the corner and my arm braced against the window. The glass was cool against my skin.
Thorne followed me back, barely managing to fit his bulk between the front seats. He settled on his knees, hunched between my legs, his big hands starting at my calves and rubbing upward, over my knees and my thighs.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. I couldn’t stay away,” he said.
“Shut up, you’ll ruin this.” My reply was breathy and broken.
Reaching up, I snagged his shirt and dragged it up until Thorne ducked, helping me pull it over his head. His mouth stretched into a pleased grin at the way I brazenly stared.
Tenderly, he tugged my shirt up, and I leaned forward to allow him to yank it over my head and drop it to the floor of the truck.
Finally, his mouth was on mine again. Between kisses, he whispered, “You are so beautiful, so perfect. I want to taste every inch of you.” His rushed words of adoration melted me, filling me with so much languid heat, I was melting into the seat.
Thorne nuzzled against my temple. One hand worked my jeans, and I shimmied my hips, letting them slide down until my bare ass hit the seat.
His lips moved to my neck, and I shuddered as he scraped his teeth over my skin. Sparks exploded from the contact, and my back arched. Thorne took the opportunity to run his fingers through my center.
Leaning back, he caught my gaze, his lids heavy, as he popped two fingers into his mouth and tasted my wetness.
“I’m addicted to the taste of you,” he groaned before leaning forward and kissing me. His finger trailed over my sensitive pussy, a barely-there touch that made me crazy.
All I could do was bite his lip, and I might have been too aggressive, because he tensed under my hands, muscles going taut where my palm pressed to his abs.
“Fuck,” he growled. “If you don’t want me biting you back, you need to keep your teeth to yourself.”
“What if I want you to bite me?” My voice was a desperate whisper.
He dropped his forehead to mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I’m asking you to fuck me, and don’t be afraid to leave a mark.”
“Autumn,” he growled. “I need to tell you things.”
My fingers sliding under his waistband stopped, and my blood turned cold. “Are you married?”
“No,” he said. “Of course not.”
“So, what? You don’t have anything, right? You’re clean? I am.”
His breath turned to a dry chuckle. “Perfectly clean.”
“Well, I can’t get pregnant, so I am begging you to fuck me.”
“It’s not that,” he muttered.
Losing patience, I slid my hand fully into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock. His breath hissed out, and his head dropped back. Humming in satisfaction, I squeezed and stroked down as far as I could while he was confined in his jeans.
“Fuck,” he growled a second before his teeth sank into the crook of my neck, hard enough he almost broke the skin. With the sting of pain, my burning need tripled, leaving me mindless and feral.
Fingers curled into claws, I tore at his jeans, shoving them down his hips so we were both bare, his length pressed against my thigh. Desperate, I stared into his glowing cerulean eyes.
“Autumn,” he growled.
“As long as you’re single and you’re not going to give me something, I’m good. You could tell me you were a criminal on the run and I wouldn’t give a shit right now.”
Still, he hesitated. “What if I told you I was a werewolf?”
Digging my nails into his back, I pulled him closer, needing his body pressed to mine. His dick pressed harder into the inside of my thigh, and I nearly whimpered. It felt huge, and I needed it inside of me.
If he wanted to be some paranormal LARPer, that was fine by me. Maybe his name wasn’t even Thorne. It certainly sounded fantastical. Besides, I’d always wanted to try primal play, and if he stopped to howl, it would be pretty funny.
“No problem. Fuck me, bite me, just do it.”
“And you’re my fated mate,” he ground out, on the verge of his restraint breaking.
I couldn’t wait to see him as wild and out of control as I felt.
“Thorne, I am about to lose my damn mind. If you won’t fuck me right now, I’m going to get out of this car and find someone else who will.”
The snarl that ripped out of him didn’t sound human. He was really committed to the werewolf bit. Before I could so much as smile, he was grabbing my hips, yanking me forward, and thrusting inside of me.
The ecstasy of being filled overwhelmed me, and my back arched, my eyes squeezing shut. My lips parted, and I let out a ridiculous moan followed by a string of curse words as he rocked back and slammed in.
Gasping, I clenched around him, realizing he wasn’t fully sheathed. His head dropped, his focus between my legs as he worked himself deeper. My body relaxed as pleasure loosened my muscles.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Open up wider for me, let me in.”
My legs fell open as wide as possible in the tight space, and he rewarded me with a deeper thrust that had my vision blurring. The stretch of him was otherworldly, the discomfort turning to pleasure as my body accepted him. No other partner, no toy, nothing else compared to this.
Then he began fucking me in earnest.
I flung my hands out, one gripping the side of the front passenger's seat while the other grabbed the handle above the window. Leveraging myself, I hooked one leg around his hip, letting the other fall wide, and pushed up to meet him, adjusting my angle so he rubbed my clit with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my orgasm building quickly. I was so aroused, it wouldn’t take much.
Thorne’s hand rested over mine, gripping the edge of the front seat so he could pound into me harder. We were mindless, rutting animals, and I loved it.
Dragging my nails down his back, I did my best to leave a mark. His chest vibrated like he was growling or purring. I couldn’t tell. The sound of our harsh breathing and the slap of skin filled the SUV’s cabin.
“Thorne, I’m going to—” I tried to warn him, wanting him to stay steady and not suddenly stop or change positions. That was always what happened with my partners in the past.
But Thorne seemed to know what I needed. He continued to fuck me into oblivion, his forehead pressing to mine.
“Good. Come for me so I can knot you.”
His words didn’t register. They were nonsense. That burning tension, the teetering sensation, all broke at once, and I screamed.
My soul left my body, everything went white, and distantly, I was aware of Thorne pressing into me, seating himself deeply, and slowing to small, jerky thrusts as he came too.
The heat of his release flooded inside of me, triggering aftershocks that had me gasping, the world spinning around us. His dick felt massive. My heavy breathing was broken with small gasps as pleasure rippled through me.
Panting, I slowly returned to myself. Thorne’s sweat-slicked skin pressed to mine.
His head hung down, and his chest was heaving too.
Good to know that was as intense for him as it was for me, because holy shit.
Maybe it was because I’d been wound so tight for the last few days, or maybe it was his monster cock, but that was the best sex of my life.
Slowly, I blinked and focused my vision on Thorne. He looked up, meeting my gaze. His eyes were definitely glowing, and they were beautiful. It had to be the reflected streetlights.
We were on a public street! What was I thinking?
Startling, I jerked back, trying to look around. My hips stayed in place, as if I was glued to Thorne.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Relax,” he murmured, brushing my hair back and going in for a kiss.
I turned my head. “No, this was a royally bad idea, and we need to get dressed and get out of here.”
“Patience, Vixen.”
His dick wasn’t coming out of me. It was still huge, and hard as a tree trunk, and lodged so deep inside, I could feel him in parts of me I didn’t know were possible.
“Um, Thorne, did you not finish? ‘Cause I thought you did, but we should be done now, and…”
His brows furrowed. “You’re my mate. I knotted you. To keep my seed inside of you and get you pregnant.”
“Oh no, I can’t get pregnant, bud,” I snapped, focusing on the second part of what he said. But the term “knotted” ricocheted in my head.
“What do you mean, knotted?”
His patient tone sharpened with worry. “I told you, I’m a werewolf. My knot locks us together.”
Those words seeped into my brain, swirling around for a few minutes. I held my panic at bay while I considered. Did he have some sort of toy attached to him? Was he so big he just got stuck?
Curling, I looked between us, gingerly feeling our connection. There was an obvious swelling, not normal for any cock I’d ever seen or heard of. Pressing my fingers in, I ignored Thorne’s little grunt as I prodded what he was calling his knot. Not a cock ring, just him.
“Did you get plastic surgery or something?” I asked, my voice high and shaky.
“No, of course not. Did you not believe me when I said I was a werewolf?” Thorne said.
Alarm bells went off in my brain.
Werewolf.
Big werewolf dick locked inside of me.
“Like, you change into a big shaggy monster once a month?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Thorne confirmed, frowning.
That did it. Icy panic filled me from my stomach up to my brain, blotting out my thoughts and leaving nothing but sheer terror. I tried to jerk my hips back, but I barely moved Thorne. We were clearly locked together.
“What the fuck, what the fuck. What. The. Fuck!”
Scrambling, I pivoted my upper body so I could reach my phone in the passenger seat’s cup holder. Stretching, I closed my index and middle finger around it and lifted it to my chest.
My thoughts were fuzzy from hyperventilation.
“Autumn, love, calm down. It’s okay, you’re safe,” Thorne said.
“You’re a motherfucking werewolf!” I screeched, my hands shaking so bad, it took three tries to unlock my phone. Hitting the phone button, I typed in 9-1-1.
Before I could press “call”, Thorne pulled the phone from my grasp. Turning it, he scowled at the display.
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Why? Because you’re going to bite me?”
“I’d like to bite you,” he admitted. “But that isn’t why.”
“I don’t want to be a werewolf like you!” I shrieked.
“That’s not how it works. It’s genetic, like from your parents. And you’re clearly already part werewolf, or we wouldn’t have bonded.”
Thorne swiped away from my emergency call and dropped my phone into his driver’s seat, out of my reach.
Flailing, I tried to lunge for it, but his damn knot kept me pinned in place.
“What? No!”
“I can’t have you exposing us. I’m sorry. I need you to calm down so I can explain.” His hand skimmed over my shoulder, and I knocked it away.
“Why would I calm down? I’ve got a fucking werewolf cock lodged inside of me! Do people know about this?”
“No, and they can’t.”
“Sucks for you, but you shouldn’t have stuck that knot inside of me, you fucker!” At that point, my words were nonsense, just a string of panic and anger jumbled together. Tears filled my eyes. Dammit! I always cried when I was angry.
“Baby, it wouldn’t be safe for any of us. I need you to calm down.”
“You calm down! I’m calling the goddamn police!” Part of me knew screaming was not the right way to handle this, but my body was flooded with hormones, and he was still inside of me. Even after I started screaming at him.
Thorne’s pained expression looked apologetic, but then he reached under his seat and retrieved a length of nylon cord.
“What the hell are you doing? Did you plan this?”
“Of course not,” he chided. “This is to tie stuff onto the roof rack. But I need to get you home so you can calm down and I can explain. You screaming bloody murder on a neighborhood street is way too risky.”
“I’ll be quiet, I swear,” I said, trying to wiggle away from him and smacking my head on the door handle. Wincing, I reached up to rub it, and Thorne caught my wrist.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll make this up to you, I swear,” he muttered as he wrapped the cord around both of my wrists and tied a complicated knot.
“I’m being kidnapped by a werewolf.” My giggle was hysterical. I was losing it. At least the pressure in my vagina was lessening so either he was finally softening, or I was losing feeling because of his huge werewolf cock.
Sighing, Thorne pulled out of me. He yanked his boxers on, leaving his jeans on the floor of the truck beside all of my clothes.
“You’re just leaving me back here, tied up and naked?”
“I’m sorry, Autumn.” Climbing up to his seat, he resolutely sat his ass on my phone and pressed the ignition button.
“I hope you butt-dial the police, you motherfucker!” I said, my voice hoarse from all of my yelling and screaming.
Thorne glanced over his shoulder, his brows pinched and mouth tight with remorse.
“You’re going to regret this,” I snarled.
“I’ll never regret you, but I really regret knotting you before you understood,” he admitted, before turning and pulling back onto the road.
Giving in to the urge to kick my feet, I let out an unholy scream that he ignored.