Page 4 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
Alone on the couch, I slid my hand into my boxers, gripping myself firmly as the dream images refused to fade. I closed myeyes, picturing Thalen’s face transformed by desire instead of his usual cool reserve.
What would it take to make him lose that perfect composure?
I stroked faster, imagining those elegant hands on me, wondering if his touch would be hesitant or commanding. In my mind, I was pressing him against the café counter after hours, my hands sliding under that pristine silk shirt to find the skin beneath.
“You feel nothing? No pain?”his voice echoed in my memory.
“Only pleasure,” I whispered to the empty room, my rhythm becoming erratic as heat pooled in my belly.
I imagined undoing each perfect button on his shirt, revealing inch after inch of that forbidden skin that apparently only I could touch. Would it be warm or cool? Would it really shimmer faintly like it seemed to around his exposed throat and wrists?
In my fantasy, I was kissing my way down his chest, feeling him shudder beneath me, those composed features finally fracturing with want. Those elegant fingers would tangle in my hair, guiding me lower.
I bit my lip to stifle a groan as I worked myself faster, pre-cum slicking my palm. In my mind, I was on my knees before the prince, looking up to meet those extraordinary eyes as I took him into my mouth. I imagined the taste of him, the weight on my tongue, the soft sounds he might make.
The image of Thalen’s head thrown back in ecstasy, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, was what pushed me over the edge. I came hard into my fist, biting down on my forearm to muffle my sounds so Maya wouldn’t wake up.
As the pleasure subsided, leaving me breathless and sticky, reality crashed back in.
Jesus, Parker. One weird interaction and you’re masturbating to fairy royalty. This job is really doing a number on you.
I cleaned up quickly and tried to go back to sleep, pushing away thoughts of what tomorrow night might bring. Would Thalen return? Would he mention what happened? Would he even look at me?
For the first time since starting at Moonlight Brews, I was actually nervous about going to work.
Chapter 2: Closing Time Questions
A week passed, and Prince Thalen continued his nightly visits to the café. If anything, he stayed longer, always the last customer to leave at closing time. But something had changed—he’d moved from his isolated spot to a seat directly at my section of the counter.
He never mentioned the touching incident, but I caught him staring at my hands when he thought I wasn’t looking. Sometimes our fingers would brush when I served his tea, the briefest contact that seemed to startle him every time.
The other customers had noticed the change too. I’d caught snippets of whispered conversations:
“—unnatural—”
“—never lets anyone that close—”
“—what’s different about that human?—”
I’d been pretending not to notice, keeping things professional while internally analyzing every interaction for hidden meaning. Tonight, though, something was different. Thalen seemed… tense. His perfect posture was even more rigid than usual, and he kept fidgeting with one of the silver cuffs on his ear.
As closing time approached and the other customers filtered out, Thalen remained, staring into his empty teacup.
“We’re closing up,” I said gently, wiping down the counter near him. “Can I get you anything else before you go?”
Those violet eyes lifted to mine. “How do humans touch each other?”
I nearly dropped my rag. “I… what?”
“In what ways do humans typically make physical contact?” he clarified, his tone formal but with an undercurrent of something I couldn’t identify. “For what purposes?”
Is this a trick question?
“Um, lots of ways,” I said carefully. “Handshakes for greetings. Hugs between friends. High-fives for celebration. Kisses for… various reasons. It depends on the relationship.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “And it doesn’t harm you? The contact?”
“No, of course not. Unless someone’s trying to hurt you intentionally.”
