Chapter 26

Twenty-Six

WESLEY

I hesitated. Heart hammering in my chest, lungs tight, gaze glued to his cock. The idea that penises were ugly, shattered by the beauty of his. Long, thick, uncut, the hair surrounding it trimmed to frame it like the treat it was, a nearly otherworldly perfection.

“Fuck,” I growled. A drop of liquid slid from the opening and my mouth watered, gut churning with the idea of a single drop of his seed lost when I could make magic from it. “You’re not real,” I repeated.

“I am,” he insisted.

I tiptoed forward watching the precome glide over the wrinkle of his foreskin and pause as though ready to drip away. “Can I?” I licked my lips.

“Anything you want.”

A guy never turned down a blow job, right? I glanced at his face and crept forward my gaze drawn back to that drip about to be lost. Before I realized what I’d done, I’d dropped to my knees and caught the escaping drop on my tongue. I licked up his dick, following the path to catch the salty trail, magic churning in me.

More, I needed more.

His lust-filled gaze made me want to skewer myself on him and ride hard until the forest around us shifted to a growing jungle of fae magic. Finn gripped his knees, hands white knuckled, the desire chipping away at his resolve.

I licked the tip of him, tongue teasing his foreskin and catching stray drops of his spend. Each sip added to the growing waves of magic building inside. I’d need release to set them free, but the heat would force that on me whether my lover saw to my needs or not.

I backed away, ass clenching with demand to be filled.

“Your eyes are like the grass after a few days of rain,” Finn said. “Brilliant green. Glowing. Beautiful.”

“It’s the magic,” I said.

“Okay,” he agreed absently, his gaze focused on my face. “What would help you the most right now?”

“If you ran away.”

“But you said this heat thing won’t stop. Does it hurt?”

“I’ll survive.”

“Uh, that wasn’t a no. Does. It. Hurt ?”

“Unfulfilled, yes.”

“Then not running. What else helps?” He wrapped his fingers around his cock and slid up and down the length. “Watching?”

“No!” I cried, desperate as his masturbation brought more spend to the tip.

He paused.

Would he run away if I told him all of it? Maybe he’d turn feral and fuck me until I bled. Was it sad that I craved that? Or simply the curse of this form?

“I need to be fucked,” I said. “I need you to fill me with your spend until I’m dripping with it. And the mix of pheromones and magic will keep you hard. The heat won’t end until I’m covered in your spend and erupting with magic all over this place. It could take hours, days even.”

“Wow. Kinky. It sounds pretty good for me. But how do I make that good for you?”

“The heat will make it good for me.”

He frowned.

“What?” I demanded.

His expression remained pensive. I ripped off the hoodie, casting it aside, and turned over to present him my ass.

Finn remained rooted to the base of the tree. I glanced back, waiting, my ass dripping lubricant to ease his way. This form begged for it. I adjusted my weight on my knees and pulled my ass cheeks open, holding them with firm hands. “See how bad I need you? I’m dripping for you. I was made for this.”

He finally moved, inching forward. “Can I touch you?”

“I’m begging you to fuck me, of course you can touch me.” Soon I’d be completely irrational, begging for him to grind his fine cock deep.

He carefully rested a palm on my spine, his skin adding a chill to the heat which made me shiver and press back into his touch. He traced the length of my spine with his fingertip, leaving me shivering and clenching.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Eventually, maybe,” Finn said.

“Maybe?” I squeaked, frustrated. Couldn’t he see I was ready to be used?

“Let me clarify,” Finn said.

“How much clarifying do you need to finally fuck me?”

“Bossy,” Finn grumbled. “You create magic from my come?”

“Yes.”

“And spread the magic to the forest how?”

“Every time I come.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound horrible. Us having a good time, making flowers grow.”

I grunted.

He ran his fingers over my hip bone and down to my cheeks. “And we don’t even need lube ‘cause you make your own. That’s handy.”

“Only in this form. This body is meant to be fucked.”

He circled the ring of my pucker with his thumb, teasing, maybe testing the slipperiness, but I needed him inside. “And this form is male? All the same triggers as a guy?”

“Uh, yeah. I thought you said you were equal opportunity. Please tell me you’ve screwed a guy before.” Not that it would matter. He could be a clumsy oaf and still make me come with the heat raging like this.

He slipped a careful digit into my hole. My ass sucked it in desperately, the hard length too small to do much. “That’s pretty hot,” he said, twisting his finger to search for something.

I saw stars. My body jerked and I cried out as he tickled my prostate and I came unglued, spurting all over the ground. My hips jerked involuntarily fucking myself on his finger, needing more, even while I barely kept myself upright. He wrapped his arm around my stomach, holding me, body a cool anchor against the near painful fire of my skin.

“Flowers,” Finn said as he kissed my shoulder gently, his gaze directed at my spend and the instant reward of greenery coming to life anywhere it touched. “Your orgasms make things grow. Not sure you really need my spunk.”

“I do!” I insisted, hips grinding back onto his finger, wishing he’d just shove his dick in me and get started. “I need it to make magic. I’m meant to be a come dump,” I said, hoping my nasty talk would inspire him to use me. “You could bring a dozen men to fuck me and I’d use their come to create a forest larger than half the globe.” Begging for it the entire time, while mentally checked out.

“But you need to feel good, too,” Finn insisted.

“The heat will make it good,” I said again.

“You mean, even if I hurt you, you’ll still come.”

“Yes. But you can’t hurt me. You’re mostly human. I’m anything but.”

He was silent for a minute, then he unwrapped his arm from around me. His touch slipped away, finger leaving my channel, and I wanted to scream. But he cupped my ass, brushing away my hands. “You’re fascinating.”

“Not a science project,” I snapped. But a second later something tickled my rim and I nearly came unglued again. “What are you doing?”

“Haven’t eaten in days. Don’t tell me you’ve never had someone eat your ass? It’s delicious.” He licked my rim again, tickling the sensitive outer edge, pressing his tongue into the opening for a half second to feel the resistance and returning to the slow torture of teasing my hole.

“Finn!” I cried.

“Hmm,” Finn said. “I love the way you say my name.”

“Fuck me already.”

“Soon. I know as soon as I’m inside you, I won’t want to stop.”

“That’s the point!”

“Ha, no, the point is making you feel good.”

“It’s not.”

“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 turned away 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.