“I don’t know,” she chuffed. She put a few runics on the bar as she got her drink, taking a big sip. “Just making conversation.”
I was a little surprised to see her by herself. Normally, familiars didn’t stray too far from their witches.
As if she read my mind, she pointed with her thumb behind her to two witches making out in the corner. “She’ll be busy all night,” the familiar chuckled. “I’m Kit, by the way.”
She held out her hand and I took it. “Ronan.”
“Ronan,” she repeated, like she was rolling my name along her tongue, trying to decide if she liked the taste of it or not. “Have you ever fucked a familiar before?”
I choked again. “Ravaric, you’re forward.”
She looked down at my phone. “You’re downloadingUnleashed, so I figured I’d cut to the chase.”
My eyes darted to my screen and I groaned, quickly turning it off. “Sorry about that.”
She laughed, the sound somewhere between a wheeze and a squeak. It was cute. “Don’t be. I’m here to play, too, and you’re hot.”
Flattery was definitely the way to my heart. Well, my dick at least, which was starting to stir. I was relieved that the weird spell Sage’s scent had cast on me might finally be waning, because no, I’d never fucked a familiar before. And while Iwasn’t the one to have a sexual bucket list, it certainly sounded like it could be an interesting experience.
She downed the rest of her drink and then stood up, grabbing my hand. “Come on, there’s some good trees outside.”
I kind of liked that she hadn’t even bothered waiting for a response. Women who took charge were my thing. “Wait, outside?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m a fox.”
Made sense to me.
Once we were far away enough from anyone who could see from the sidewalk, she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me.
Her lips were warm and soft, and she tasted like vodka from her drink, but also summer berries and mint.
She moaned slightly as her tongue pressed against the seam of my lips, and I opened them to let her through. Her tongue plundered my mouth, forceful and hungry, and her hands ran down my chest.
It felt so nice to be touched, but that was all I was strangely feeling. Just nice. Not hot, not sexy. It was like a non-sexual massage. My rut was there, and my dick felt like it wanted to get hard, but this…
Wasn’t working.
No. No, no, no, I was too young to be having problems like that! Shit, how embarrassing. I grabbed her ass and ground against her, hoping the friction would stir me to life. I needed this. I wanted this.
I wanted…
Sage.
I pulled away from the kiss and sighed, resting my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
Her hands landed on my shoulders, giving me a gentle rub. “Is it me?” she asked, a tinge of sadness in her tone.
“No, definitely not. You’re fucking gorgeous. It’s just… there’s someone else. I can’t have her, but my dick hasn’t realized that yet,” I admitted with a soft chuckle. “And then this rut started, and now the suppressant isn’t working… I’m a mess.”
She took a step back and gave me a sympathetic smile. “I get it. Sure, the rejection stings, but you seem like a nice guy, and I’m sorry we can’t help each other scratch our itches.”
I almost laughed again. If she only knew.
“By the way, are you using elf-made suppressant?”
I looked up and tilted my head in confusion. “Is there any other kind?”
She took out her phone and showed me the screen. “Obviously. There are a ton of varieties made by witches that might be more effective. This app just came out, and we’ve started using it. You can find a witch and order all sorts of tailor-made potions, charms… whatever you want. I bet there’s someone who can make a great rut suppressant for you, and add in something to help with that complication of your unrequited love. Elf magic can’t do shit about that.”
