Page 32 of Chased By the Fairy

What is wrong with me?He wanted to laugh pitifully at himself. The person he was picturing was currently missing, and he was jerking off in the safety of his room.Horny and obsessed.

Guilt threatened to tear through his satisfied stupor, but Cypress wouldn’t let it. He needed this, needed him, even if it was just a fantasy.

For some strange reason, since the moment he’d discovered the wingless fairy from afar, Cypress had craved him with an ache. At first, it was just to watch him so he could tantaliseCypress and bring him joy in his otherwise dim life. He didn’t often laugh, but Sorrel had forced it out of him, regardless.

It had been over a week since he’d seen him. He could no longer watch him. He was out of sight, but he was not out of mind.I should never have taken him from his fucking home.

“Prince Cypress,” someone said as they knocked on his door, jarring him from his thoughts.

It’s all my fault.

“Coming,” he told them, tucking his shaft away and rebuttoning his trousers.

Since he didn’t want anyone to discover the mess he’d just created, he exited. He also wasn’t fond of people violating his private space.

“What are you doing here?” he asked calmly, eyeing Zahrya. A fur cloak had been tied over her petal armour to combat the growing cold. “I commanded you to stay in Pond Town in case Sorrel was seen.”

Since Cypress wasn’t allowed to leave the kingdom, he had five royal guards volunteer to remain awake and help search for Sorrel.

When he’d announced that he’d found the person he was intending to marry, that he’d found his kindred spirit and he was missing, they had stepped forward. They wanted to help their new prince, to serve him as much as they wanted to serve any other royal.

Zahrya had, for some reason, taken personal responsibility for losing him. Had she not interrupted Cypress that night, he may not have lost Sorrel. Of course, Cypress tried to argue with her on that, but she refused to budge.

Not wearing her usual helmet, Zahrya bowed in greeting until all he could see was the back of her head. Her coily hair was secured in a tight bun. “We’ve found someone who has seen him. We’ve brought him here so you can speak with him.”

Without a shift in his expression at the information, the only way one would have noticed that tension shot through Cypress was the clenching of one of his fists.

“Take me to him,” he demanded, immediately stepping forward.

She sprinted to take the lead in order to show him where they’d secured the man. Her steps were fast for his sake. Her leaf boots tapped against the wooden ground before she stepped off to fly directly upwards.

“Who is he?” he asked as they flew up the tree’s path.

“A swallow sprite, your highness. Said his name is Sunny.” She turned her head back, and her eyes hardened. “And he’s in really bad shape.”

Shit. That couldn’t mean anything good.

Cypress exited his home tree, and a winter world greeted him, as did the cold.

He landed on the main branch near the entrance when he saw two guards supporting a swallow sprite on his three-toed, yellow-clawed feet. One wing was twisted behind him, and the odd way his feathers stuck out of his body indicated he was gravely injured.

Cypress even thought his brown vest was stained with blood.

“You,” Sunny, the swallow sprite, snapped out before Cypress could speak. He lifted an arm to point a finger at him. “Are you the one looking for a wingless fairy these guys were asking about?”

Good. He was straight to the point, just how he preferred people to be.

“Yes,” he answered, folding his arms across his chest. “Have you seen him?”

“What guarantee do I have that you aren’t out to hurt him?”

What kind of fucking question was that?That’s what he wanted to ask. It also made him wonder just what kind ofdanger Sorrel had gotten into, especially for Sunny to start this conversation so defensively.

Instead of being brash, he answered, “I would never hurt him. My name is Prince Cypress, and I’m the future ruler of these lands.”

Sunny narrowed his eyes before he gritted his teeth in a disrespectful sneer. “A crown on your damn head doesn’t mean shit. Most royalty I’ve met are arrogant and selfish.”

Cypress lifted his chin, his features turning casual as he tapped his biceps.

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