Page 37 of WitchBorn

“Let me clarify,” Finn said.

“How much clarifying do you need to finally fuck me?”

“Bossy,” Finn grumbled. “You create magic from my come?”

“Yes.”

“And spread the magic to the forest how?”

“Every time I come.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound horrible. Us having a good time, making flowers grow.”

I grunted.

He ran his fingers over my hip bone and down to my cheeks. “And we don’t even need lube ‘cause you make your own. That’s handy.”

“Only in this form. This body is meant to be fucked.”

He circled the ring of my pucker with his thumb, teasing, maybe testing the slipperiness, but I needed him inside. “And this form is male? All the same triggers as a guy?”

“Uh, yeah. I thought you said you were equal opportunity. Please tell me you’ve screwed a guy before.” Not that it would matter. He could be a clumsy oaf and still make me come with the heat raging like this.

He slipped a careful digit into my hole. My ass sucked it in desperately, the hard length too small to do much. “That’s pretty hot,” he said, twisting his finger to search for something.

I saw stars. My body jerked and I cried out as he tickled my prostate and I came unglued, spurting all over the ground. My hips jerked involuntarily fucking myself on his finger, needing more, even while I barely kept myself upright. He wrapped his arm around my stomach, holding me, body a cool anchor against the near painful fire of my skin.

“Flowers,” Finn said as he kissed my shoulder gently, his gaze directed at my spend and the instant reward of greenery coming to life anywhere it touched. “Your orgasms make things grow. Not sure you really need my spunk.”

“I do!” I insisted, hips grinding back onto his finger, wishing he’d just shove his dick in me and get started. “I need it to make magic. I’m meant to be a come dump,” I said, hoping my nasty talk would inspire him to use me. “You could bring a dozen men to fuck me and I’d use their come to create a forest larger than half the globe.” Begging for it the entire time, while mentally checked out.

“But you need to feel good, too,” Finn insisted.

“The heat will make it good,” I said again.

“You mean, even if I hurt you, you’ll still come.”

“Yes. But you can’t hurt me. You’re mostly human. I’m anything but.”

He was silent for a minute, then he unwrapped his arm from around me. His touch slipped away, finger leaving my channel, and I wanted to scream. But he cupped my ass, brushing away my hands. “You’re fascinating.”

“Not a science project,” I snapped. But a second later something tickled my rim and I nearly came unglued again. “What are you doing?”

“Haven’t eaten in days. Don’t tell me you’ve never had someone eat your ass? It’s delicious.” He licked my rim again, tickling the sensitive outer edge, pressing his tongue into the opening for a half second to feel the resistance and returning to the slow torture of teasing my hole.

“Finn!” I cried.

“Hmm,” Finn said. “I love the way you say my name.”

“Fuck me already.”

“Soon. I know as soon as I’m inside you, I won’t want to stop.”

“That’s the point!”

“Ha, no, the point is making you feel good.”

“It’s not.”