Free A Sprite's Tale (novella) by Lexxie Couper Page B

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    What the?
    I snapped my head to the left. No one. Nothing. Just miles and miles of pristine white sand strewn with brightly wrapped parcels. I frowned. And the fingers brushed my right cheekbone.
    Okay, I’m going to have to admit, I jumped. Not much, but enough for the balls of my booted feet to make new divots in the sand. Someone was playing with me and I wanted to know who.
    Pulling a deep breath, I centred my spirit and let my senses float, ‘feeling’ for my unseen companion…
    There. A faint whisper of wings, a delicate scent of rich soil, nectar and…something I wasn’t familiar with but made the blood in my veins tingle.
    ‘Fae?’
    The humid air about me displaced a little, as if something lithe and nimble moved close to my body. I heard the faintest sound — a giggle? — and those fingers traced a line down my nose and feathered my top lip.
    My heartbeat leapt away with me. That mysterious scent filled my nose and I felt soft fingertips on my bottom lip. I moved my tongue — a little — and tasted the sweet taste of dew.
    Ah-ha . ‘Sprite.’ But what kind?
    The fingertips traced the fleshy line of my bottom lip in a languid path before dipping deeper into my mouth, touching my teeth and the tip of my tongue again. More sweet dew, with an undercurrent of…what? I didn’t know.
    The faint giggle sounded in my left ear and I felt, rather than heard, that lithe body dance around me again, closer this time. Close enough to make the fine hairs on my chest and arms move.
    I bit back a curse. Sprites are notorious mischief-makers, hell-bent on causing mayhem through their unique connection with the supernatural world. I sensed a deep affinity with nature in the ‘taste’ of my unseen guest, but what could she — and I was assuming she was a she — do?
    The answer, well, an answer, came mere seconds after the thought formed in my head. Hands I visualised being long-fingered and delicate skimmed down the length of my torso, over the plane of my stomach, which tightened with reflex interest, down past my navel to the waist of my jeans (a pair of button-fly Levis my uncle had surprised me with last December 25th). Before I could react, the first button popped open. Followed by the second. And the third.
    A soft breath tickled my ear, filled with mist and cool breezes and a promise beyond words. My body responded. Immediately.
    Hot blood flooded into my cock. I should have been looking for the four-legged propulsion units, I should have been repacking the sleigh — shit, I know what havoc sprites can create, I should have been running for the hills — but instead I stood there, growing hornier with each second, as that earthy, mysterious scent consumed me and invisible hands slid past the waistline of my jeans to close around my rapidly growing shaft.
    Oh yeah ...
    The very dirty thought filtered through my mind — seconds before I felt even but still sharp teeth nip at my right earlobe. Soft pleasure-pain shot a rapid and direct path through my body — straight to my cock.
    I jolted. For two reasons. One, every fibre of my being felt charged with carnal electricity at the sprite’s teasing touch, and two, I knew I was in trouble. I had to get away from her. I had a job to do. My uncle’s job to do. And the clock was ticking.
    It’s actually not easy to get away from a determined sprite. I’ve had a few…shall Icall them entanglements?…with the winged creatures. When they want something, they get it. This sprite it seemed, wanted me.
    Before I could take a step, those fingers that had been caressing my cock in gentle pulses squeezed harder. More pleasure-pain. Like an explosion of hot, wet tension in both my cock and balls. Oh, by the gods, she was good.
    I bit back a groan. Either I was as easy as they came, or this sprite had a power beyond the normal control of nature. Forcing my muscles into action, I pulled away from her and ran. Up the beach. Away from the sleigh. I knew I