Page 99 of WitchBorn
“Lube,” Finn said as I wrapped my hand around his dick to press it against my hole. “Magic limited in your house,” he said.
“Fuck.” I cursed and reached for the side table drawer and the unopened tube of lube that had appeared after one of Sebastian’s raids. I never asked, but at least now it was useful.It took a few precious seconds to open, and I clumsily dumped a giant amount over him.
He helped coat himself and held my hips in a firm grip as I guided him to enter. We both hissed as he slid in, his cock stretching me as it burrowed deep. It ached for only a few seconds before the divine heat of him pulsing inside made me nearly come undone.
“Go at your own pace,” Finn said, his breathing strained with his infinite control.
Iwasgoing at my own pace, and that meant taking him to the root where I ground into his hips and threw back my head, licking my lips as he rubbed things inside of me that whittled away my resolve. I bounced on him, only rising an inch or two before slamming back down and grinding into his hips until his cock tickled my prostate drawing small gasps from me.
Finn steadied my hips, meeting my downward thrust with his up, the both of us breathing hard, gaze locked as if we looked away, the moment would be broken. I leaned forward to catch his lips, desperate to have every ounce of him inside me, coating me with his come and his soul.
“Yes,” Finn murmured against my lips, tongue meeting mine for a duel as we ground together. “Won’t come until you do,” he said, releasing my right hip to wrap his hand around my cock. His heated touch made me growl and speed up. He matched my rhythm, drawing me to the edge of maddening waves of desire.
If this was a dream, it was the best I’d ever had.
“Not a dream, baby,” Finn said.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, and came hard, the ribbon painting his chest and coating his hand. He gasped as my body squeezed him tight and his heat filled me.
“Fuck,” I said, stars sparkling across my vision as his cock seemed to grow.
“A knot,” he said, as our bodies locked together, dragging another orgasm from me, and more waves of come from him to fill the inside of me. Had that happened during my heat? I couldn’t recall it. “No,” he said. “Never before.” He threw his head back, his magic popping around us and the house wards sizzled and snapped in warning. “Sorry.”
I worried a half second about the rising sensation being too much, but my cock hardened again, taking only a half dozen more grinding thrusts of his hard knot inside of me to make me come again. He followed, filling me until I was certain there couldn’t be room for more of his spend, and the magic sizzling around us would cause some sort of explosion. His power sank into my skin. Our auras expanding until they overlapped with wriggling rainbow colors to combine and solidify our soul bond.
“Finn,” I whispered against his lips, the waves of lust rising again. Even my heat had never rewarded me with this many orgasms and continued desire.
“Right here, Wes. Fuck, you feel amazing.” He gazed at me with adoration and lust. “I love you so much, Wes. Please stay with me.”
I groaned, his words making my heart skip a beat. “I love you, honey. Thank you for coming back. If you ever leave me again, I’ll track you down and rip your guts out through your nose.”
He laughed. “So romantic.”
“It’s my fae half, what can I say? There are some perks to being witchborn.”
“I’ll say,” he agreed as we slid together and came again, cries pressed to each other’s lips. “This is better than the heat,” he said.
“Yeah? My other form is made for this.” The human body didn’t make its own lube or fit as nicely against him as my fawn form.
“Yes,” Finn said. “I love this, and you, in all your forms. Even the scary as fuck giant Stag with bloodred eyes and razor-sharp hooves.”
“Saw that, did you?”
“Mhmm.”
“And you’re still here fucking me.”
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “Not sure I’ll ever get enough of this.”
I dove in to claim his lips again and pin him to the back of the sofa as I rode him through another dozen orgasms, and we were both dripping sweat, come, and magic. I was pretty sure I’d never get enough either.
Sixty-Six
WESLEY
Night had long since fallen, leaving moonlight and the cool breeze of the evening streaming through my windows as the knot finally released and we both laid on the couch, spent. I’d never felt as thoroughly loved or filthy as I did in that moment, sweat and dried come all over me. A hundred tiny red marks decorated my skin from Finn rolling me over to taste me. I wanted to climb up into the loft and sleep with him curled around me in my bed, but neither of us seemed to have the energy.
I was draped over him on the couch as if I were a Wesley shaped blanket made only for him. The sound of a car pulling up outside made me scramble off as I knew instantly who it was because the wards had been going crazy the entire time we’d made love.