Page 39 of WitchBorn

“You’re only saying that cause I’m all you have right now.”

“You are hot and that cock is very fine. If I’d met you in a bar, I probably would have gone home with you.”

He sighed.

“I get it,” I said. “This form doesn’t do it for you. The fawn form is meant for sex, to submit and obey. But I can’t even glamour to something better until the heat is over. Small and cute, not exactly human, all negative checkmarks.”

“Not true,” Finn said. “I’m into all your forms. The majestic stag, the hot twink, and even the little king. I just don’t like taking advantage of you. Makes me sus, right? We are supposed to be all in over this sex thing.” He let out a long sigh. “And I want to be.”

Little king? “Hot twink?”

“Uh yeah. The regular human form? What else would you call it? Sex on legs? Never thought I was into blonds until I saw you.”

“But that form isn’t glamour at all.”

“Okay, and that’s bad, why?” Finn stared at me and absently rubbed himself through his pants. My mouth watered at the wet spot appearing near the tip.

“I can take care of that for you,” I offered.

He groaned. “We’ve both got sex on the brain.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I like sex.”

“Even when this heat thing isn’t making you feel it?”

“Uh, yeah. Guy, remember.” I spread my thighs, desperate for him. “Slide tab A into slot B and let’s ride this wave to the best orgasms you’ll ever have in your life.”

Still, he hesitated, gaze needy as it roamed over me in the way I wish his hands would.

“Please,” I begged.

“You’re evil,” he said tiptoeing my way. I wanted to scream with joy that he was finally giving in, but he left his pants on. Dammit. He knelt and leaned over me, sliding the cloth covered length of his hard dick over my sensitive hole. Finn panted, arms straining as he held himself up, his control waning as I ground my hips into his. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to.”

“Can. I. Kiss. You?” He ground out, lips hovering above mine.

“I guess. But it won’t change how bad I want your cock.”

“Okay,” he agreed and pressed his lips to mine. Finn nipped at my lower lip, sucking on it for a few seconds before running his tongue over the plump flesh, then teasingly thrust his tongue inside my mouth, mimicking what I wanted our lower bodies to do. I opened for him, letting him slide his mouth against mine, surprised by the gentle exploration and skilled kiss that made me sigh and relax into him. How could he be so young and still an amazing kisser?

His closed eyes added comfort, and I shut mine, letting our bodies grind together as he explored my mouth. Who kissed like that? Like he could tongue fuck a pastry cream to gather all the gooeyness without disturbing the soft puff dough around it?

He eased away, forehead pressed to mine and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded again. “No one kisses like that.”

“Was it bad? I really like kissing. Not a lot of people do. But I do. I’ve tried to get a lot of practice. Would have been better the first time at the cabin, but you surprised me.”

“Holy fuck.”

Finn reached down to run a fingertip around my hole again. I shoved against him, wanting him inside. “I’d like to do that to this,” he offered.

I blinked, processing his words and nearly coming unglued as I realized he meant he wanted to tongue fuck my asshole. “No.”

“Why not?”

“’Cause I need your cock if this damn heat is ever going to end and if we dothatI’d like to be more in control.” The truth was that often I remembered little of my heats. And experiencing something as divine sounding as Finn eating my ass until I saw stars, I wanted to remember that. Especially since I was mated to the Autumn king and who knew what sort of lover he would be.