Chapter 27

Twenty-Seven

WESLEY

I don’t know how long I laid there, rubbing myself in the grass, finger fucking myself, searching for release and praying something I did triggered Finn to reconsider. He had balls of steel to keep from sliding home with how much I begged. I panted a half dozen meters away, staring at him and cursing his betrayal.

Finn refused to meet my gaze, but the tension in his shoulders and the bulging line of veins in his arms as he gripped his knees together, told me he still felt the pull. He leapt up, tugged the sweat pants back on, making me whine, but he stalked away, pacing.

“What if we summoned the Autumn king?” Finn finally asked. His hard cock bounced in the pants, outline clear, my mouth watering, as I focused on it and how desperate I was to feel it burrow its way inside me. “Wesley?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Come stick your cock in me and you’ll have my rapt attention.”

He snorted. “Tempting as that may be, does this heat thing have a lull? A break of any time in which you might be thinking rationally?”

“Once you fuck me, sure. Might even get a nap in-between sessions.”

“What if we called for the Autumn king. Do you think he would come?”

“I could make him come.” In a dozen ways. I imagined that sculpted body of male perfection that I knew was more glamour than reality, and how it could satisfy the heat no matter what it hid beneath.

“Right. Sex on the brain. Should I call him for you? Since you’re mates and all?”

“He’d seal our mate bond,” I said, briefly sobering and fearing what that meant for me. Would he lock me away? As my bound mate he’d have the ability to raise my heat as often as he’d like. The truth of mating a king, subject to his whims, might not have bothered Sebastian’s wolf, but the pair loved each other.

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Rather you fuck me.”

“That’s what I mean. The king is your mate. I’m just some guy.”

“I’d rather you fuck me.”

“Uh…”

I rolled over onto my back, legs spread to show my engorged cock, unable to come by myself, no matter how I tried. Magic sucked in a lot of ways. Rules, checks and balances to follow else the entirety of all existence might erupt. The fae mixing with humans had never been a good idea. Would I choose Finn, the college bro ghost hunting nerd over a king of fae? Yeah, probably.

Why? If my mind weren’t clogged with lust, I might have pinpointed some of his assets other than the fine cock he couldn’t hide from me. But until the heat cooled, I was little more than walking desire.

“Please,” I said, not above begging.

“I don’t want you to hate me,” he hesitated, gaze turned away. “Or myself for feeling like you don’t have a choice.”

“If it were the king or you,” I said, “I’d choose you.”

“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 do that I’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.

“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 you in me do you not understand?” Top him? 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 had of 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 half lidded 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.

Then he growled and released inside, digging his hip bones into mine as though his body knew it needed to deposit his seed 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.”