Page 41 of WitchBorn

Then he growled and released inside, digging his hip bones into mine as though his body knew it needed to deposit hisseed as deep as it could go. Flowers, grass, and a thousand tiny little trees popped up around us. A ring of mushrooms sprouted around where we lay, the tops glowing in gold, orange, and red to combat the dreary area of the Autumn king’s garden of statues.

I sucked in air, the magic churning through me in building waves. Finn caught my lips in a kiss again, our groins grinding together, orgasm cresting and falling in a few seconds of overstimulation before assaulting us with another orgasm.

“You weren’t lying,” Finn said lips hovering above mine. “And I wasn’t wrong.”

“About?” I asked as I wrapped my legs around him to keep him from pulling out.

“Best orgasm of my life. And not wanting to ever stop,” Finn said as he thrust against me. “I think I’m going to die grinding into you. And that’s okay. What a fucking way to go.”

“Hmm,” I muttered as he kissed me again. The man had skill with his mouth. Okay, his cock too. I came again, a fountain of come to match every ounce he gave me. But a heat could milk him for days, until we both had rubbed ourselves raw from the demand.

With flowers and life exploding around us from the growing waves of magic, the realm began to feel less like a prison, and more like a sanctuary.

“Don’t stop,” I demanded.

He teased my prostate again, making me grumble and beg. “Not planning to.”

Twenty-Eight

WESLEY

Iwoke to a light rain drizzling in cooling droplets, and Finn curled around me. As with all previous heats, I’d blacked-out after the fourth-dozen or so time coming on Finn’s cock. The ache lingered, muscles overworked, ass raw, but deep within my bones, magic and satisfaction radiated, well fed and well fucked.

Despite the rain, light assaulted the back of my eyelids, and I flinched away from opening them. Grumbling about needing more sleep.

“Rest as long as you need, but I have berries if you’re hungry. I can eat them, and hope you can too,” Finn said.

How did he have any energy left?

I squeezed open an eye, gazing at him sitting beside me, handful of ripe raspberries held out. He chose a single plump fruit and pressed it to my lips. I let it slide between my lips and unconsciously sucked on his thumb for a half second. The berry popped with sweet flavor in my mouth. His skin tasted warm and salty.

“I think your heat thing is over,” Finn said. “I’m not hard and neither are you. Not sure I can get it up for a while.”

I sucked in air and stretched. “Ow.”

“You okay?”

“Sore.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not really.” Nothing felt torn or bleeding. I stared at him searching for any sign of the dark blight that had been slowly inching its way across his skin had vanished. He looked radiant, near glowing with health. I sat up, finding myself in my mortal form, which never happened after a heat. The light drizzle dripped in a cooling trickle to wash away some of the crustiness. Mushrooms glowed from the newly erupted growth around us, and the trees, waved from the gentle breeze and rain, sharing glimpses of the sky and muted sunlight of a cloudy day.

“Sorry about the ah…” Finn waved at me.

“Huh?” I glanced down, finding my chest and thighs covered with tiny marks. Bites? Hickies?

“Never done that before, but I couldn’t get enough of your skin.”

“Okay, Hannibal Lecter.”

He laughed, which brought a smile to my lips as the sound was warm and comforting.

“How do you feel?”

“Fantastic,” Finn said, stuffing more berries into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. “Like I could run a marathon.” His expression soured and he frowned, mirroring me, I realized. “Why, is that bad?”

“Proof you’re not human. That heat would have killed an ordinary human.”