Page 40 of WitchBorn

“Raincheck on ass eating then. Promises, promises.”

I gaped at him. “Once your head is clear you won’t want me.”

“Okay,” he said without agreement. “Can I kiss you more? Your mouth, I mean.”

“If you put your cock in me.”

He sighed. “I’m not sure I can retain control if I do that.”

“That’s what I want.”

“Me to lose control?”

“Yes.”

He bit his lip, concentration fierce in the tightness of his shoulders. “How about you top then?”

“What part of I need youinme do you not understand?” Tophim?During a heat? Was he crazy?

“Right, I get that part. But I mean, you ride… control what you need… on top. Make sense?” He dragged himself to his feet and lifted me up to follow, tugging me back to the base of the tree. He settled back on the spread-out hoodies, both his and mine, and waved at his lap.

I stared at him a few seconds wondering how much control he was giving me and licked my lips recalling the tiny taste I hadof him. Too much time had passed for that to satisfy me now. “Can I see it?”

Finn shoved his sweatpants down, his cock springing free. He bunched fabric under his balls, framing that beautiful dick as it stood in engorged glory, weeping with need.

“Holy fuck, your dick is fine,” I said.

“You’re good for my ego. I’m average at best.”

Average. Ha. Above average at least. “I’m going to shove that in my ass until we both see stars.”

He gulped. “Okay.”

Finally!

“But I can still kiss you, right?”

“Weirdly obsessive, but sure.” I knelt over him, focusing the angle to press his weeping head to my throbbing and needy hole. My body desperate to be filled and dripping lubricant of my heat, eased his entrance, and I sighed with relief as he slid home.

Finn wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me forward to meet his lips. His kiss as desperate as my body to fuck. I ground my hips down until he was fully sheathed, groaning against his lips as my ass stretched around him. I lifted up a half inch, testing the angle, resistance, and drag. Slow and calculating, knowing eventually we would devolve into rutting.

His kiss grew more intense, needy as I played with the rise, squeezing my ass around his cock, feeling the heat of his dripping spend coat my insides with building magic. This form experienced sensation a thousand times more intensely than my human one. Made for sex, made to be fucked, made to craft magic from pleasure.

Finn raised his knees, giving me a seat between them to sink into. He rested his other hand on my lower back, the one on my neck keeping my lips to his as the other one steadied my glide. He gasped, his lips breaking from mine to suck in air, eyes halflidded with lust as I bounced on him, every instinct screaming‘Yes, yes, yes!’

“Has to be a dream,” Finn grumbled, little sounds falling from his lips each time I met his groin and squeezed my ass as I slid back up.

Our connection only changed an inch or so, up and down, squeeze and release, a teasing dance, frustrating as I couldn’t quite hit the right spot in this position. I grunted in irritation, shifting position slightly, seeking that hyperdrive button that would launch us into the thrall of the heat.

“What?” Finn asked, nipping my lower lip.

“Can’t get the right angle,” I complained. Was it because I was meant to be mated to the Autumn king? I’d never had an issue with anyone else, but I hadn’t met the king before. Had fate changed something? This heat would last forever if I could ride Finn but never come.

Finn cradled me against him, leaning over me until our hips were sandwiched between his bent knees. He swung his hips in one direction, stabbing into me, then the other, shoving hard at the end, and finally pegging my prostate. I howled, thrusting against him, demanding more.

“Found it,” Finn panted, doing it again. He caught my lips again as he ground his cock into me, swinging in a playful rotation of in most of the way, out, in and slid over my prostate, then shove hard and slip away. “Not gonna last much longer,” Finn said. “Sorry.”

I didn’t need him to last. But his next thrust tickling over my prostate launched me into the stars, rare as he hadn’t given me a full load of his spend yet, but I screamed, jerking against him as though I could drag him deeper, cock erupting between us, in a wave of lines to coat our stomachs.