Page 38 of WitchBorn

“It is. If you don’t want me, say so, and I’ll walk away. I hate leaving you in this heat thing, but I’m not going to force you.”

“The heat won’t let me say no.” While it was the truth, I knew instantly it was the wrong thing to say.

Finn pulled away, and I whimpered with disappointment. “I won’t be one of those guys, Wesley. You don’t want me. I don’t want you to suffer, but I’m not going to rape you because some weird fae magic has a hold on us.”

I heard him move away and wanted to scream. He planted himself back at the base of the tree, knees closed and face turnedaway as though not looking at me would help his resolve. “It’s not rape if I’m willing.”

“You’re not willing if you can’t say no,” Finn threw back.

I curled up into a ball in the dried grass cursing my luck to be stuck with the last truly noble man on the planet.

Twenty-Seven

WESLEY

Idon’t know how long I laid there, rubbing myself in the grass, finger fucking myself, searching for release and praying something I did triggered Finn to reconsider. He had balls of steel to keep from sliding home with how much I begged. I panted a half dozen meters away, staring at him and cursing his betrayal.

Finn refused to meet my gaze, but the tension in his shoulders and the bulging line of veins in his arms as he gripped his knees together, told me he still felt the pull. He leapt up, tugged the sweat pants back on, making me whine, but he stalked away, pacing.

“What if we summoned the Autumn king?” Finn finally asked. His hard cock bounced in the pants, outline clear, my mouth watering, as I focused on it and how desperate I was to feel it burrow its way inside me. “Wesley?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Come stick your cock in me and you’ll have my rapt attention.”

He snorted. “Tempting as that may be, does this heat thing have a lull? A break of any time in which you might be thinking rationally?”

“Once you fuck me, sure. Might even get a nap in-between sessions.”

“What if we called for the Autumn king. Do you think he would come?”

“I could make him come.” In a dozen ways. I imagined that sculpted body of male perfection that I knew was more glamour than reality, and how it could satisfy the heat no matter what it hid beneath.

“Right. Sex on the brain. Should I call him for you? Since you’re mates and all?”

“He’d seal our mate bond,” I said, briefly sobering and fearing what that meant for me. Would he lock me away? As my bound mate he’d have the ability to raise my heat as often as he’d like. The truth of mating a king, subject to his whims, might not have bothered Sebastian’s wolf, but the pair loved each other.

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Rather you fuck me.”

“That’s what I mean. The king is your mate. I’m just some guy.”

“I’d ratheryoufuck me.”

“Uh…”

I rolled over onto my back, legs spread to show my engorged cock, unable to come by myself, no matter how I tried. Magic sucked in a lot of ways. Rules, checks and balances to follow else the entirety of all existence might erupt. The fae mixing with humans had never been a good idea. Would I choose Finn, the college bro ghost hunting nerd over a king of fae? Yeah, probably.

Why? If my mind weren’t clogged with lust, I might have pinpointed some of his assets other than the fine cock hecouldn’t hide from me. But until the heat cooled, I was little more than walking desire.

“Please,” I said, not above begging.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” he hesitated, gaze turned away. “Or myself for feeling like you don’t have a choice.”

“If it were the king or you,” I said, “I’d choose you.”