Page 36 of WitchBorn

A guy never turned down a blow job, right? I glanced at his face and crept forward my gaze drawn back to that drip about to be lost. Before I realized what I’d done, I’d dropped to my knees and caught the escaping drop on my tongue. I licked up his dick, following the path to catch the salty trail, magic churning in me.

More, I needed more.

His lust-filled gaze made me want to skewer myself on him and ride hard until the forest around us shifted to a growing jungle of fae magic. Finn gripped his knees, hands white knuckled, the desire chipping away at his resolve.

I licked the tip of him, tongue teasing his foreskin and catching stray drops of his spend. Each sip added to the growing waves of magic building inside. I’d need release to set them free, but the heat would force that on me whether my lover saw to my needs or not.

I backed away, ass clenching with demand to be filled.

“Your eyes are like the grass after a few days of rain,” Finn said. “Brilliant green. Glowing. Beautiful.”

“It’s the magic,” I said.

“Okay,” he agreed absently, his gaze focused on my face. “What would help you the most right now?”

“If you ran away.”

“But you said this heat thing won’t stop. Does it hurt?”

“I’ll survive.”

“Uh, that wasn’t a no.Does. It. Hurt?”

“Unfulfilled, yes.”

“Then not running. What else helps?” He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slid up and down the length. “Watching?”

“No!” I cried, desperate as his masturbation brought more spend to the tip.

He paused.

Would he run away if I told him all of it? Maybe he’d turn feral and fuck me until I bled. Was it sad that I craved that? Or simply the curse of this form?

“I need to be fucked,” I said. “I need you to fill me with your spend until I’m dripping with it. And the mix of pheromones and magic will keep you hard. The heat won’t end until I’m covered in your spend and erupting with magic all over this place. It could take hours, days even.”

“Wow. Kinky. It sounds pretty good for me. But how do I make that good for you?”

“The heat will make it good for me.”

He frowned.

“What?” I demanded.

His expression remained pensive. I ripped off the hoodie, casting it aside, and turned over to present him my ass.

Finn remained rooted to the base of the tree. I glanced back, waiting, my ass dripping lubricant to ease his way. This form begged for it. I adjusted my weight on my knees and pulled my ass cheeks open, holding them with firm hands. “See how bad I need you? I’m dripping for you. I was made for this.”

He finally moved, inching forward. “Can I touch you?”

“I’m begging you to fuck me, of course you can touch me.” Soon I’d be completely irrational, begging for him to grind his fine cock deep.

He carefully rested a palm on my spine, his skin adding a chill to the heat which made me shiver and press back into his touch. He traced the length of my spine with his fingertip, leaving me shivering and clenching.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Eventually, maybe,” Finn said.

“Maybe?” I squeaked, frustrated. Couldn’t he see I was ready to be used?