Chapter 22 Boy Heat #2
Slowly advancing toward the bed, I reached for Sawyer, and he pulled me down, rolling us so he was on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress, the scents of all three of them overwhelming me.
Thorne let out a warning growl, but I raised a hand to signal I was fine.
Hooking a leg over his hip, I clung to Sawyer. My head fell back as he licked over my throat, fixating on the still-healing marks from his claim bite. My body tensed, anticipation growing as that intense, all-consuming need blotted out everything else.
Sawyer thrust into me roughly, fully seating himself in one movement. I gasped, my back arching and breasts pressing into his chest. He nipped at my neck, pulling back and slamming back in.
It was all I could do to hold on, my nails scratching at his back and my legs falling open. He shoved us up the bed until I reached one hand above my head and braced us.
He was relentless, and I lost all sense of time and space. Sawyer groaned into my neck, his teeth biting into my skin every so often.
Tension built, the heat in my core unbearable, until finally, I shattered, pulsing around him. Moaning, I clawed at the blankets, fighting the orgasm rolling through me.
Blearily, I looked to Thorne who sat on the futon, his chest heaving as he watched.
Cole stood beside the bed, his mouth twisted into a scowl.
His gaze connected with mine, and even without a direct bond between us, I could feel the turmoil—gratefulness for my help, jealousy, and rage at being rejected.
Sawyer growled into my neck. “I can’t. Fuck! Something’s wrong with me. I can’t finish.”
Frustrated, he sped his pace, sending aftershocks through me. Eyes squeezed shut, I submitted, going limp as he made me come a second time. Sawyer slowed and stopped, rising up to his knees and panting.
“Fuck!” he snarled. He pulled out of me and pivoted, glaring at Cole. “What’s wrong with me?”
Despite getting my brains fucked out, I was thinking clearer. Maybe it was the double orgasms easing that inferno inside of me.
Sitting up, I reached for Sawyer’s arm. “It’s not his fault. Neither of you planned this. But it’s going to be okay.”
Thorne cleared his throat. “Cole, just fuck him.”
Cole jerked back like Thorne had suggested murder. “I’m not going to be with a mate who doesn’t actually want me. He just wants sex because he’s in heat.”
Sawyer snapped. “That’s the problem. I do want you, and I hate it. I hate that I wished you were there too when I claimed her. That wasn’t the plan. It was always going to be me and Autumn, and then you came out of nowhere.”
Cole took a step closer.
But Sawyer wasn’t done. “And I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you, and that I dream about you and not her.”
His eyes glistened, his throat working as he finally ran out of words.
My mouth fell open. Sawyer had seemed preoccupied, but I never imagined Cole was filling his thoughts like that. But after my experience with Thorne quickly taking over my dreams and desires, I completely understood what he was going through, probably more than anyone else could, except maybe Cole.
Gray eyes soft, Cole stalked forward, closing the gap between us. He regarded Sawyer, kneeling, naked, and panting. He was beautiful, blond curls messy and cheeks flushed.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Cole asked quietly.
“Fuck yes.”
Cole dropped to his knees on the mattress beside us, his hand wrapping around Sawyer’s neck as he tugged him closer.
Sawyer cradled Cole’s jaw, pulling him the rest of the way.
Their lips met, and a surge of electricity jolted through me from my bond with Sawyer.
As he touched his fated mate, the same overwhelming passion that I experienced with Thorne cycled back, repeating and doubling.
It left me gasping, my pussy clenching around nothing.
Drawing my knees up, I scooted back to give them more room.
He groaned into Cole’s mouth. They broke apart, gasping.
“I want to get you off so bad. I know you need it,” Cole muttered.
Sawyer let out a needy moan as his mouth trailed down Cole’s neck, leaving red marks where he bit and sucked.
“We don’t even have any lube, dammit,” Cole growled.
“Autumn,” Sawyer said. Turning back to me, he gave me an imploring look. “Let him use your cum, please. You were dripping even before I made you come.”
My eyebrows shot up at the request.
“I—I mean, that would work.” Biting my lip, I looked to Thorne. “Would you be okay with that?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitating. “And then I have you to myself while Sawyer and Cole are busy.” His beautiful lips parted in a grin that showed off fangs. Standing, he moved to the bed so all three men surrounded me.
“Take what you need,” I said awkwardly. The entire situation seemed unreal, but it felt right. “I want you to.”
Cole looked me over, his gaze lingering between my legs. Reaching out, he ran his hand down my thigh. My breath caught, anticipation flooding my system. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood, I watched as he reached between my legs and slowly slid two fingers inside of me.
“Fuck,” I said, unable to help clenching around him.
Cole was fingering me. What the fuck!
“Fuck,” Sawyer echoed. “I like the sight of that way more than I should.”
Thorne reached out, settling his hands on my shoulders and stroking inward to my neck. Enjoying the dual sensations, I tipped my head back, surrendering to him.
With his fingers still inside of me, Cole pushed Sawyer to his back. His head landed beside my hip, and I automatically reached out, running my fingers through his hair.
Cole withdrew his fingers, coated in my wetness.
I could tell the moment he touched Sawyer, because his head turned and he bit down lightly on the meat of my palm to stifle his groan.
Cole eased fingers into him, stretching him.
Sawyer was deep in the throes of his hormones, and he whimpered, releasing my hand and panting as he looked back at Cole.
Black wavy hair fell over his face, sweat glistening on his chest where those twin barbells glinted between swirling tattoos. Looking up, he swallowed. “I don’t think that will be enough.”
He hesitated, gaze flicking to Thorne and then to me.
“I want you to come on my cock so I can be sure.”
The idea was ludicrous, and I grinned, throwing my hand over my face. “You want me to come again? I’m not an endless supply of orgasms, you guys.”
Sawyer let out a scratchy laugh.
Thorne squeezed the back of my neck. “Aren’t you, Vixen?”
Cole’s big hands gripped my thighs, and he dragged me down the bed toward him. My yelp of surprise turned to a moan as he pulled down his pants, lined himself up, and thrust into me without preamble.
Getting fucked by my fated mate’s best friend, or more accurately, my best friend’s fated mate, was not on my to-do list for the day, but Cole surprised me.
Something smooth and metallic rubbed against my inner walls. Eyes flying open, I gaped at him. “Is your dick pierced?”
Looking sheepish, Cole nodded. “I have a Jacob’s ladder.”
Sawyer propped himself up with an elbow. “How many?”
“Can we focus on making Autumn come, please?”
“No, I want to know how many,” I said, arching an eyebrow at him.
Scoffing, Cole pulled out and slammed back in, sending me flat onto my back. “Eight. Now shut up and come for me, love.”
“Here, let me,” Thorne said, sitting forward and reaching between my legs.
His touch had me squirming. “Wow, it’s a fucking group project.”
I was so sensitive, it was easy for them to pull my third orgasm out of me. Keening, my legs shook, my hips twitching as I coated Cole’s cock.
“Happy now?” I gasped, collapsing limply as Cole pulled out of me.
“Thank you,” Cole said, sarcasm coloring his tone.
“Sawyer can thank me in about five minutes,” I quipped.
“Five minutes?” Cole repeated. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”
“Shut up and fuck him,” I snipped, laughing breathlessly as Sawyer let out a whimper.