Page 13 of WitchBorn

“I thought you saidyouwere fae. I’m nothing, just a guy looking for ghosts.”

I couldn’t sense any magic from him, but maybe he had really powerful glamour? I frowned at him, which he mirrored. “I’m going to search you for magic.”

“Huh?” He asked a half second before I pressed my lips to his.

I expected him to jerk away, but he sank into my kiss, lips opening, which was exactly what I needed to unravel any glamour he might be using. I slid my magic into him with my tongue, exploring his mouth and his soul at the same time. He hesitated for a few seconds, but returned the kiss, careful, and sweet, which I hadn’t expected at all from him. Sloppy would have fit his bro-persona, but I enjoyed the boy next door tentativeness as I searched for lingering spells, magic, or anything meant to fool me.

Finally, I pulled away, mind churning to continue to explore his lips, especially when he stared at me with wide eyes, flushed cheeks and smelling of desire.

“I thought you said you weren’t a nymph?” he asked.

“I’m the farthest thing from a nymph you’ll ever meet. But there’s no magic on you.” I took a step away, needing the distance else I’d jump him and pin him to the counter to discover just how far his desire went.

“I told you that already,” Finn said. He touched his lips as if tracing our kiss.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you kissed a boy and liked it.”

“Youkissed me,” he protested.

I waved a hand at him, annoyed, and wondering if the world would spit him out when he stepped into the shower. Would it give him clothes? “Go clean up.”

He hesitated, something needy in his gaze.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head and darted around me, into the bathroom.

“Don’t send him out naked,” I told the world, wondering how much it listened. The cabin remained the same, set up like a studio apartment. One room that was the living room, bedroom, and kitchen, and the separate bathroom. I stared at the tiny twin-sized bed heaped with blankets. The chaise too small for anyone to sleep on without sitting up. “How about giving us another bed?”

The room remained unchanged. I sighed as I heard the water run in the bathroom and picked up a pan and the knife to heat some carrots and onions. I’d never done it before. Watched the Summer King a lot, and even had a favorite restaurant or two that would serve some delicious food. It couldn’t be that hard, right?

Eleven

WESLEY

Okay, so cooking wasn’t my forte. Who knew you could burn onions and carrots and that the smell would be repulsive enough to make my eyes water?

Finn stepped out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination. Had the realm not given him underwear? Big dick indeed. His nose wrinkled at the smell and he stepped up close to me, staring over my shoulder. His body heat taking away the chill of the room with only a few inches separating us.

“Looks great,” he said.

“I’m not a cook,” I snapped, stepping away from him and instantly regretting it as the chill returned.

He studied me, but kept his distance. He picked up the pan of overcooked veggies and slid them onto the cutting board. I made my way to the bed, sorted through the blankets, picking a few for him, and regretting having to give them up as the chill etched up my spine. Cupboards opened and closed, Finn searching for something, and a few minutes later he appeared at my side, bowl and fork in hand.

“Eat,” he commanded.

I took the bowl, but glared at him, expecting to have to choke down the stuff I burned. But the bean salad he had made filled the bowl. I poked it with the fork and found tiny bits of the onion and carrot in it, but when I brought the first taste to my lips, couldn’t tell they were in there, or how badly I’d burned them.

Finn dished himself a bowl and perched on the only other chair in the room. Gaze on the food and not on me, though I felt his regard several times. He ate quickly and in silence. I stewed on the fact that he was not only good looking, had a big dick, he could cook, and was a great kisser. Had my request brought him here? Why? What did this realm want from me?

“There’s more if you want,” Finn offered, pointing to the bowl. He glanced toward the bathroom. “My other clothes vanished… phone, too.”

“Maybe the world will spit them back out clean and charged.” I motioned to the pile of blankets I’d made. “I trust you can make yourself a comfortable place to sleep.”

“Sure,” Finn said. “I’ve done a lot of camping in my life.” He laid out the blankets, two on the bottom as a mattress in the center of the room, one folded as a pillow and one for an actual blanket. “I run pretty warm, so I may not need this,” he offered it back.

“It’s fine,” I said. “Kitty will help keep me warm.” The leopard sat by the door acting as a guard, tail twitching, but otherwise still. That the cat kept its leopard form when Finn was around made me wonder if it knew something about Finn that I didn’t or was simply being cautious.