Touched by a Sprite

by E. A. Reynolds

  “We’ll have to find the key to uniting the natural energies of human, sprite, and demon to aid us in keeping the town safe,” Kirkyn murmured.

  * * * *

  Baylee rolled onto his side away from the glimmer of light that shone into his window. His skin grew a little clammy and moist, and the air grew heavy around him.

  He pushed back the covers and was on his way to the window when a rap at his door stopped him. Torn between them, he shuffled to the door and pulled it open. His room was in the hotel, though he’d take the manager’s quarters once they were finished in a few weeks.

  “K-Kirkyn.”

  “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Kirkyn said. “The Darth gnomes are attempting to break through the veil, but they’re having no luck. They’ll leave soon.”

  “I saw light.”

  Kirkyn stepped in, their bodies brushing as he slipped past. Baylee shivered, desire igniting in him like a bomb going off.

  He closed the door, but Kirkyn was already moving to the window.

  “Damn, I think they might have found—”

  “Found what?” Baylee demanded rushing to the window. He put his hand on Kirkyn’s arm, squeezing in for a better look. His stomach twisted as he saw strangers breach the veil. “What are we going to do?”

  “Fight.”

  “I’ll get dres—” The short men with gray and brown skin stopped and let out wails of agony before threads of water washed over them and they disintegrated.

  A gnome’s head was cut off as if energy clothes-lined him, and Baylee let out a startled gasp before burying his face in Kirkyn’s shoulder. Kirkyn’s arm came around him and drew him closer in a protective hold.

  “It’s okay,” he murmured. “They’re retreating. Are you good?”

  “Yeah.” Baylee pulled away, his heart beating rapidly and his body already growing hard with the memory of Kirkyn’s touch.

  The demon could make him melt with a single look. His touch was like a brand on his skin every time they came into contact.

  Kirkyn stalked him as he backed away until his back came against the door. Baylee found himself looking up at the taller man, a song to lure him in his throat that Baylee couldn’t contain escaped.

  The lyrics were sweet and seductive. The sprite inside was alive, its hungers throbbing where they had been suppressed like a dam holding back a river.

  Kirkyn placed a hand on the door above his head and lowered his head. He kissed Baylee softly, their lips barely moving against each other. Baylee was ready when Kirkyn’s tongue darted into his mouth.

  Kirkyn took his time, tasting him with ease as if he was savoring him with each stroke of his tongue. Baylee melted into him, his arm going around Kirkyn’s neck.

  Baylee moved against him, and Kirkyn lifted him and carried him to the bed, where he laid Baylee down gently as he braced one hand on the mattress without breaking contact. His body was on fire, and desire clouded his mind so fast Baylee couldn’t think.

  He needed to think, to focus—to get some distance.

  “No,” he said breathlessly. “Get off.” He pushed at Kirkyn’s shoulders. “Stop.”

  Kirkyn rested his forehead against Baylee’s, his eyes an unearthly glow of blue-gray in his coffee-with-cream face.

  “My god. Get off me, you evil creature.” His eyes were beautiful, but they had been how Baylee had come to know he wasn’t dealing with a human three years ago.

  “You little hypocrite,” Kirkyn said harshly. “Your human half is suppressed every time you sing your siren song, but you dare act as if I’m a monster.”

  “I never hurt anyone,” he snapped. “Move, damn it.” The words came out a frightened plea.

  “I see you, Baylee.”

  The telepathic whisper broke into Baylee’s mind, and he trembled, his heart stopping.

  Where was his bracelet? He couldn’t allow the demon to get a hold on his mind.

  “You didn’t think I’d find you ever again, did you? You thought that pretty new face would keep us apart?” Kirkyn pushed off him, getting to his feet. “You can’t hide no matter how far you run. I will find you, Baylee.”

  Baylee’s breath came fast and rough as he got to his feet, holding that ethereal gaze. “Get out,” he said shakily.

  “Get out?” Kirkyn asked in a whisper. “Get out of what? Your life, this hotel, or this town?”

  “All of the above.”

  “Without you? It’s not going to happen.”

  “Fine. Whatever.” He wrapped his arms around himself. “Just get out of my room.”

  “Look at me, Baylee,” he commanded softly when Baylee looked away. “Now.”

  Baylee met his gaze. “What?”

  Kirkyn closed the distance between them. “Do you remember what you found out about me? The part about me killing everyone who gets between us?”

  “Y-you—”

  “I’ll start with your cousin and her baby. I’ll take pleasure in ripping it out of her before moving on to Clarity. The old woman is strong, but she won’t live unless she retreats. She knows that, that’s why she’s willing to fight the Darth now before they become a bigger problem.”

  “You bastard. You wouldn’t touch Alisa.”

  Kirkyn caressed Baylee’s jaw. “You belong to me, Baylee. You are mine, and if I can’t have you, I swear I won’t let you live without me. First, I’ll kill all you love and then hunt you.”

  Baylee whimpered. “Please, don’t hurt Alisa.”

  “I don’t want to hurt any of them,” Kirkyn told him. “I find Clarity rather interesting, but her blood will make an excellent paint for your cell.”

  Tears filled Baylee’s eyes. “Kirkyn—”

  “Don’t run from me, again. I know you’ll try, but right now I can’t risk the distraction,” Kirkyn said. “You’ll have to forgive me later or hate me as you die, but I can’t let you go right now.”

  Kirkyn’s eyes darkened, going blue with sparks of electricity and then black. Baylee couldn’t look away even when he tried. His brain felt as if it was falling asleep, and his eyelids were getting heavier by the second.

  Then, they lowered.

  Chapter Six

  There that jerk was. He couldn’t believe it. He was standing there talking to some other man like they’d never meant a thing to each other. How dare he?

  Keep walking. You don’t need him in your life. He’s not even human.

  So, why do I want him? Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

  Baylee squeezed his eyes closed for a split-second, and when he opened them again he was striding across the bar to where Kirkyn was laughing at something that little blond was saying.

  That bitch was practically all over his man. He came to a stop behind the blond, and Kirkyn looked over his head. The blond turned.

  “What do you want?” the blond asked coldly. “You had your chance.”

  Baylee shoved him. “He’s my man, so step aside, you bimbo,” he snapped. “And you, stay away from that cheap trash.” He slapped Kirkyn, who winced and rubbed his jaw. “I want to leave, now, Kirkyn.”

  “Right,” Kirkyn said, turning to the bar where his friend was getting drinks. “B, can you get this?” He gestured to the pool table.

  “Got it, buddy. Just take care of your honey.”

  A round of laughter followed them out, and Baylee snuck a look at Kirkyn to find his lips twitching in humor, as well. He wanted to slap that smirk off his face but decided there was a time and a place for that, and now wasn’t it.

  “Didn’t you drive here?” Kirkyn asked as they made their way out to the night-dark parking lot of the Tentacle Bar.

  “How could you come here?” Baylee demanded. “This dive is nothing but a cesspool of bimbos waiting to throw themselves at the right man.”

  Kirkyn shot him a look. “What’s that say about you, baby?”

  Baylee did slap him then. “I come here because it’s one of the few gay bars in town,” he snapped. “I can normally hang
out with my friends in peace until you.”

  Kirkyn chuckled. “You’re laying this off on me?” he demanded once they reached his pick-up truck. “I looked your way, but you’re the one who came on to me.”

  “Oh, please. All I did was smile at you, and if that constitutes a come on, then guilty as charged.”

  “What’s your problem anyway? You dumped me, and I still don’t know why. Care to share?”

  Baylee stared at him, the desire snaking through him, already a heated coal in his blood just waiting for an outlet. And that part of him that was so strange and sensual around this man wanted to play, to taste again the passion that it had drowned in.

  “I’ll take you home, and we’ll call it good. How’s that?” Kirkyn reached around him to unlock the door of his truck, and Baylee whimpered when their bodies touched.

  He couldn’t help himself. Baylee glided his hands down Kirkyn’s hips to his thighs and around to cup his ass. He squeezed, and a soft sound between a growl and groan was his reward. He liked that odd noise Kirkyn made. It got his dick hard and his thoughts all tangled in sex.

  “You know this is not a good idea,” Kirkyn grumbled next to his ear. “You can’t have it over and then touch me like you want me.”

  “I never said I didn’t want you,” Baylee said and kissed Kirkyn’s throat. “I love your scent, and I love your hands on me, Kirkyn. No man does to me what you do.” With his last word, Baylee reached up and jerked Kirkyn’s head down for a kiss.

  That alien part of him he’d learned was called a water sprite had a voracious appetite for Kirkyn that the human half of Baylee struggled to control. It scared him as much as the odd sounds Kirkyn made and the way his eyes glowed blue when he was in the throes of passion.

  “We can’t do this here,” Kirkyn said breathlessly.

  “Why not?” He blew over Kirkyn’s skin, and Kirkyn groaned.

  “I can’t think when you do that,” he growled. “You make my skin so sensitive to your touch.”

  “Then, feed the hunger, right here, right now.” Baylee had never had sex in a public place, but he doubted anyone would really notice.

  They were on the dimmer side of the club with woods behind them, and no one came here to hang around outside. If anyone was out here, they were in the backseat of their car doing exactly what he wanted to do.

  “God, baby, you’re so damned impossible to resist even when you want to try something crazy,” Kirkyn said with a nervous laugh.

  “What’s crazy?” Baylee murmured and tugged Kirkyn’s shirt from his pants and shoved his hands beneath. The man’s skin texture was slightly rougher than most men’s but hairless, a genetic anomaly, he supposed.

  Kirkyn dipped his head and kissed Baylee slow and deep, tasting him like it would be his last kiss. Baylee despised the very thought of Kirkyn with another man, but he wasn’t going to beg him not to go to one.

  No. He’d just give him a reason not to.

  He reached down and unfastened Kirkyn’s belt and flicked the button from its mooring before dragging the zipper down. Then, Baylee reached inside the boxer briefs to grip the thick cock inside.

  The firm flesh was rigid and hot, and pre-cum already dampened the head. He broke the kiss, his mind on tasting and pleasing.

  Kirkyn’s heavy-lidded gaze held his as Baylee pushed Kirkyn’s shirt up and brushed kisses over his chest before curling his tongue around a small nipple. It was just a fraction smaller than other men’s, but Kirkyn’s rough moan told the story of increased sensitivity.

  Baylee pinched the other nipple as he scraped his teeth over flesh close to his mouth. Then, he closed his teeth over the tiny bud, and Kirkyn let out that curious growl-groan sound. It was a prompt that had Baylee pinching the other peak harder.

  Kirkyn seemed to love an edge of pain with his sex, and Baylee had no problems with it, either.

  “Baby,” Kirkyn said roughly. “Go down on me. Nothing but the head.”

  Baylee made him wait for it, turning his attention to the nipple he was now plucking at with his fingers. He laved the abraded flesh before sucking it, and Kirkyn pushed his fingers into the hair Baylee wore barely shoulder length.

  “Honey, you’re taking too long. My damned dick is going to explode.”

  Baylee smiled, lips against Kirkyn’s skin as he trailed kisses lower. Sinking to his knees on the smooth blacktop lot, Baylee glided his tongue down the hard ridge before licking back up around the crown.

  Then, he closed his mouth over the head and sucked.

  “Oh, fuck!” Kirkyn cried, hips jerking and sending his cock deeper into Baylee’s mouth.

  Kirkyn tightened his fingers in Baylee’s hair and slowly fucked his mouth with shallow strokes until Baylee held him still.

  “If you don’t stop, I’m getting up and walking away,” he threatened, and Kirkyn grunted.

  “Just do it, baby. Suck my dick like only you can,” he said, his voice a guttural rumble.

  Baylee stroked his free hand over Kirkyn’s ass and gave it a light tap before pressing one finger into the pucker of his tight ass. Kirkyn hissed, and Baylee forged in deeper, knowing the bite of pain only turned Kirkyn on more.

  “Shit, baby,” Kirkyn cried. “Mmm. Yes. I need you just like that.”

  Baylee’s head bobbed, his tongue swiping at the head as he timed the movements of his finger fucking Kirkyn with his mouth. His own cock pressed tightly against the zipper of his pants and throbbed.

  “Fuck, yes! You’re driving me crazy, baby. I can hardly stand it.”

  Baylee swallowed him. At the same time, he thrust his finger in deeper to brush Kirkyn’s sweet spot, and Kirkyn gasped.

  “No,” Kirkyn moaned and pulled Baylee’s head back. “Come up here. I want to come in your ass, not your mouth.”

  Baylee got to his feet, and Kirkyn reached down to get Baylee’s belt open and his pants unbuttoned before turning him to face the truck. Kirkyn pushed him over the front seat and jerked Baylee’s pants down.

  “Pass me that lip balm from the console,” Kirkyn ordered.

  Baylee stretched until he made contact, snagging the small plastic tube.

  Kirkyn accepted the balm and twisted off the cap. A moment later, a drizzle of warm oil slid down the crease of Baylee’s ass and then a firm finger dragged it to the secret garden between his cheeks. Kirkyn’s finger caressed the tightly furled rosette of his anus before breaching it.

  Baylee held his breath as the slick digit pushed in deeper past the tight ring of muscle and forged into the hot depths beyond. He wasn’t as tough as Kirkyn, he needed wet when it came to his ass.

  “You’re so damn tight,” Kirkyn said harshly. He withdrew his finger, added more lube, and pushed two into the tight clasp. He bit the side of Baylee’s neck as he caressed his side. “But you feel so good.” Kirkyn spread his fingers and drew them back before stroking them in again.

  “So do you, lover,” Baylee murmured, his blood already an inferno waiting to spread. He reached back to caress Kirkyn’s nape. “Stop teasing and show me how much you ache for me, Kir, before someone comes out and finds us.”

  Kirkyn chuckled. “I didn’t think you cared,” he said, and Baylee groaned and panted as Kirkyn fucked him harder, spread his fingers apart, and drove them in deeper.

  Baylee reached for his cock. It pulsed and leaked pre-cum on his fingers. He stroked his dick while behind him Kirkyn gave his ass a sound slap.

  “Wait for me,” he ordered and quickly pulled his fingers free. Baylee barely registered the tearing of foil paper, and moments later, he felt the blunt head of Kirkyn’s dick as it nudged the opening of his ass.

  The tight tissues were slowly parted, and nerve endings fired up in anticipation. Kirkyn’s hips jerked, and he filled Baylee quickly.

  Baylee’s inner muscles clenched around him, and Kirkyn cursed. Baylee closed his eyes and savored the harsh breath fanning the back of his neck and the thick dick filling up his ass.

  Kirkyn didn’t wait lon
g before he gripped both of Baylee’s hips and began to move in him. His strokes were light and easy at first as the pleasure began to swell anew in Baylee’s belly. Then, Kirkyn took him fast and hard.

  Baylee groaned, the bliss taking him over and was even more delicious for having his fantasy of being fucked in a public place fulfilled. Kirkyn drove into him, the pressure of his cock tearing a cry from him.

  Then, Baylee reached back to grip Kirkyn’s thigh as he met him thrust for thrust.

  “Oh, fuck. Kirkyn,” he cried. “I’ve never met a man who could fuck so good.”

  Kirkyn pounded his ass, taking him higher, the heavy veins of Kirkyn’s cock massaging Baylee’s ass in added pleasure. It was just so much better than the daydreams he’d had for so long.

  Baylee mewled as the hard stroke after hard stroke stabbed into him, and Kirkyn’s balls slapped against the curve of his ass.

  Baylee threw his head back to Kirkyn’s shoulder as he flew out of control. Desire had him in her thrall, and delectation closed around him with a merciless hand.

  “Kirkyn!” Baylee came hard, shooting his load on the seat and down it.

  “Fuck!” Kirkyn muttered breathlessly, and Baylee felt the hot seed filling the thin-skin of the condom. “You fuck with my head,” Kirkyn got out between pants as his arm tightened around Baylee’s waist. He kissed the back of Baylee’s neck and pulled free at the sound of a car pulling into the lot. “You better stop doing whatever it is you’re doing to me before you regret it.”

  “You better stop picking up whores in that bar,” he said breathlessly. He turned around and those gray-blue eyes glowed with receding passion, but Kirkyn was still the hottest man he’d ever seen.

  So hot, he didn’t want to let him go even though he knew he was way too different. He was something strangely other.

  Chapter Seven

  “Baylee?”

  A rap on his bedroom door caused Baylee to jerk awake with a start. The faint hint of a warm, woodsy scent filled his senses, and his cock hardened even more. He groaned and reached down to stroke it through the shorts he’d worn to bed.