Page 16 of Chased By the Fairy

Then his face paled. Sorrel definitely shouldn’t have done what they just did with a fucking prince! Yes, it made his heart flutter at the same time, but he also didn’t feel like it was right.

He’d read stories of princes and princesses. They built relationships on politics and valuable heirs – with other royals.

I’m not even a damn fairy.Sorrel was so beneath Cypress, so why did he choose to spend the night with him? A winglessman.

Shouldn’t he be with a princess?

It felt like his heart was shattering before it nearly leapt out of his chest when he was yanked roughly. Someone stuffed a piece of cloth in his mouth before a bag was shoved over his head.

Darkness shrouded his vision.

Strong hands restrained his arms, and he kicked his legs in desperation as he was dragged backwards.

“Thypis!” he attempted to call out in a last-ditch effort.

But the prince didn’t answer.

What’s happening?!

Cypress narrowed his eyes as he listened to the guards.

“What do you mean the squirrel sprites have asked for the winter to be delayed?” he said in disbelief. “They should know by now that flower fairies have no control over the seasons. We just help the flora evolve to survive it.”

Of course, right when he’d finally gotten the courage to greet Sorrel and have the chance to spend the night with him, duty called.This isn’t something I can ignore.

Complaining sprite fairies was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Not even a few minutes ago, he had Sorrel trembling in his arms and had stolen both the wicked and innocent side of him. The man that both blushed and bravely asked for more. Who had trusted Cypress and then rewarded them both with intense orgasms. Who had entranced him so deeply he’d been so turned on by the enigmatic man’s unpractised kisses.

Sorrel had gripped Cypress’ hair, tried to dig his nails into him. He’d smelt of jasmine, such a welcoming, sugary scent. It was one of his favourite nectars to drink, and Sorrel’s skin had tasted of an addictive mixture of it and the salt of sweat.

Fuck.Cypress visibly shuddered, feeling his shaft stirring once more.I was hoping to touch him more.And he hoped next timeSorrel would explore him in return.

He wanted Sorrel’s hands on him, gripping and touching everywhere.

“Why are they complaining all of a sudden?” he asked, trying to see if there was a way he could get out of this.

“They aren’t ready to hibernate,” the head guard said from behind her flower helmet. Most of the fairy court guards were women, trained and skilled to fight and defend.

However, Cypress knew her better than most.

Underneath Zahrya’s pink-and-white flower armour was dark-brown skin that seemed to sparkle with golden flecks in the sun. Her helmet hid her tight, coily hair, likely spun into a bun, and her vibrant brown eyes.

She was beautiful, but that wasn’t why Cypress admired her. Her strength as the highest positioned guard and her complete faith in his parents were what made her so proud. She was quicker than anyone with her sword, and intelligent, patient, and calm when it came to giving council to the court – her opinion was well respected.

She also irked Cypress. Her dominating personality, alongside the permission she had from his parents to control him, often led to them arguing.

“Apparently one of the groups that were supposed to make the acorns drop did it too late in one area,” Zahrya continued.

Cypress’ back stiffened. That might be his fault. He’d been too preoccupied watching Sorrel than to do his duty of leading his group in the seasonal change.

“Not all the hibernating animals were able to collect enough food for when winter comes.”

His nose crinkled in annoyance.“Aren’t the sprites helping?” It was their job as animal fairies to help the woodland creatures!

“They have been. It’s not enough.”

“The king and queen have demanded that all flower fairies assist tonight and tomorrow. It’s our fault they didn’t drop.”

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