Page 34 of WitchBorn

My cock ached, hard and desperate to be touched. Someone kissed along my throat, touch light and fleeting. I groaned, shoving my hips into them, the need racing through my veins like fire. I blinked open my eyes to see the Autumn king in his sculpted physical perfection leaning over me, hand gliding over my cock.

“Stop,” I demanded. The pulsing waves of magic familiar and inescapable. Desire pooled over my skin drawing a gasp of need from my lips as my hips ground against him seeking friction.

He gripped my chin and pressed his lips to mine. I thought to break away but the desperate heat made me open to him. His kiss dove deep, exploring my lips with brutal, yet delicious precision. He nipped my lower lip as he drew away.

“I can show you endless pleasure,” he growled.

“The desire isn’t mine,” I ground out, angry at my body’s betrayal.

“Yet you cursed the Summer child with the same heat,” he accused.

I’d once tried to seduce Sebastian in a dream pond with a sculpted form most men who loved men would fall for, buthe’d ripped himself away. The idea of it made me sick, but I was following orders. He’d awakened to his mate, and been able to fill the heat in a much better way than I ever had.

“Zephyr demanded it, forced my hand. And it was only a dream,” not real like this, only as I stared past him the space around us lacked clarity. This too was a dream. “No,” I said. “Let me go.”

“I’ve waited a long time, mate,” he said, leaning back but continuing to stroke me with a firm and skilled hand. “Loved many to ensure I’d be ready for you.”

“Didn’t need to know that,” I huffed.

The Summer king’s mate had threatened me for daring to touch his love. At the time, explaining would have meant admitting betrayal in two ways. Playing both sides coming to a head. But Zephyr enhanced the dream, wrapped Sebastian in sexual desire for a glamoured version of me, thinking perhaps like would be drawn to like. When Sebastian rejected me, forcing the unnatural desire, a sort of incubus draw from others to me, to return, it had no outlet other than Zephyr’s brutality. Thankfully I’d blacked out partway through, the beast too rough for the tiny fae form he loathed.

“Please don’t,” I begged. “If you care at all that I am your mate, you won’t force me.”

He frowned, but his touch eased away. “You are my mate. You do not desire me?”

“I don’t know anything about you,” I said.

“Human minds…” he growled and stood, his human male perfection shifting from man to wolf, the shadows sliding over his skin as if suctioned to him. That couldn’t be good.

“Yes, us thinking folks are super complicated.” I sighed at the absence of his touch, though my body pulsed with the fire of desire. “Can you undo the need?”

But he slipped into the shadows, and I blinked to focus on his departure, only to open my eyes to Finn holding me, his fingers tickling one of my antler nubs. I gasped, the lust raging forward in a terribly familiar way. A disturbing heat ached in my groin, fire pouring down my spine and into the betraying bit of flesh desperate for touch. That couldn’t be. Only the fae form experienced a real heat.

“You’re so tiny and cute,” Finn remarked, seeing my eyes open.

I gasped, yanking myself out of his arms, though my body demanded his touch. The hoodie reached my knees, hiding my engorged cock, but baring the not quite human legs of my fawn form. I lifted my hands, staring in horror at the thick tan fuzz covering the backs. “No, no, no,” I chanted, trying to will myself to my human or even Stag forms.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked. He stood, towering easily a half foot over me now.

I took a step back though everything in me wanted to throw myself at him and beg him to cool the heat.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Wesley,” Finn said, his expression sad. He leaned against the tree, hands out as if to show he wouldn’t press the issue.

“But I could hurt you,” I said.

“Yep,” Finn said. “Your Stag antlers are scary.”

“I mean right now.” A wave of need pulsed through me, part desperation to be touched, part hunger to create. This form had one use, and one use only. A fulfilled heat brought life to the forest as I cast off earthen magic each time I came. The fawn’s curse gifted by my elemental sire.

“Wesley?”

I dropped to my knees and wrapped the hoodie around me as if it could shield me from everything my body demanded. Finn leapt to tug me into his arms as if I’d fallen.

“No,” I whispered. His touch added an icy blast to chill the desperate heat, temporarily clearing my head.

“No what?” Finn asked. “You’re not hurt? I can’t help? Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Look at me! This is my fae form. Weak, useless, the only purpose of it is to be fucked and create magic to grow things.”