Page 11 of Chased By the Fairy

Cypress rolled his eyes, yet his grin was evident. “Says the farm boy.”

Sorrel lifted his chin defiantly. “You may dance well, but I highly doubt a fairy prince would steal some random, wingless man away to a sprite town.”

“I think I’ve been rather gentlemanly with you.”

He yanked Sorrel in, making him grunt heavily when they collided. Cypress stopped them from dancing. He held Sorrel tightly, torso to torso, and Sorrel was surprised by the sudden seriousness in his expression.

Cypress licked at the seam of his lips just enough to reveal the tip of his tongue, his eyes roaming over Sorrel’s face in the closeness.

“Maybe you’re right.” He could feel Cypress’ heart pounding heavily against his chest. Fast and booming, it resonated through Sorrel, mirroring the excitement in his own. “Maybe I’m the villain instead.”

Sorrel cocked a black brow. “Well, youdidsteal me from my home.”

Sorrel expected a laugh. Instead, Cypress’ gaze darkened. “You came with mewillinglytonight, but Icouldkidnap you for real. I very much want to.”

His brows slowly knotted together. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

Then Cypress’ nose crinkled as he groaned, crashing his mouth over Sorrel’s. He gasped in return, eyes widening as his fingertips dug into the soft material of Cypress’ tunic.

All it took was one draw of Cypress’ firm lips, and Sorrel instantly melted. The shock dissipated. The world around them faded away – the music, the sprite people, the walls of the inside of the tree.

His entire body tingled as he brought his arms up to circle Cypress’ head, and he delved his fingers into the faerie’s short hazelnut hair. Sorrel returned the kiss, his heart swirling wildly like it might start seeping out of his skin.

His lowering lids made his vision hazy. All Sorrel saw was Cypress and the glittering star-like lights behind him, making him appear as though he had a sparkling halo.

A round of cheers bombarded their senses.

Cypress backed his head away, his eyes widening as he lifted them to look at the sprites.

“Shit,” he rasped, while Sorrel panted with wettened lips. “I didn’t mean to do that in front of everyone.”

Yanking Cypress’ hair, Sorrel blurted out, “More,” then made the man’s firm lips once again greet his greedy ones.

Sorrel didn’t care. He didn’t give a damn. This was his first kiss, and it was beyond wondrous.Just another taste.He wanted it more than he wanted his next breath.

Sorrel instantly closed his eyes in bliss at the contact. Cypress’ rough facial hair tickled his cheeks and lips, while the eager fairy’s lips caved his own in. He tasted sweet, like syrup, and Sorrel needed more.

Cypress’ hand came up to grip the back of his head as he returned the kiss with a rough, hard press, and his fingertips dug into Sorrel’s tied-back hair to press into his scalp. Cypress drew them closer. Sorrel let out a deep, feverish groan at the heaven of it.

Cypress pushed them apart, and they separated. The sudden loss made Sorrel stumble before righting himself.But his eyelids flickered with uncertainty at Cypress’ face filled with tension. The man’s eyes were hard and piercing.

Did I do something wrong?Cypress looked angry, his broad chest heaving so forcefully it lifted his shoulders. Even his fists were clenched by his sides.

Sorrel’s stomach knotted uncomfortably, yet he wiped his lips against the back of his wrist and narrowed his eyes.

“You started it,” he bravely stated, daring Cypress to say otherwise. Sorrel rolled his shoulders back and stiffened his spine, clenching his own fists.

Even though worry and disappointment had settled in his gut, his blood felt hot in his veins. His body thrummed. His lips tingled, and he licked at them for more of Cypress’ maple-tasting saliva.

There was also a strange sensation in his groin, a hardness he wasn’t accustomed to in his cock. This was Sorrel’s first experience of need, of yearning desire. It overwhelmed his senses as he stared, heavy lidded, at the man who caused it.

Refusing to retreat when Cypress stormed forward, Sorrel defiantly lifted his pointed chin.

He almost yelped when Cypress grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside.My body feels really hot.Even when the cold air rushed over him, his cheeks remained warm. He almost wanted to crawl out of his skin.

“Look, it’s not my fault you regret doing that.”

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