Page 4 of Kisses at the Crossroads

“What are you talking about?” I release my cock because why the hell am I holding it?

“My virginity. That’s my offer. Is that why you’re naked?” The Fae looks away from me and waves towards my cock.

In this day and age, who the fuck tries to sacrifice their virginity? “Sacrifice denied.”

“What?! You—You can’t deny my offer!” They hug themself harder. “That’s all I have.”

“But you’re Fae. You don’t hold virginity on a pedestal like humans do. Unless something’s changed?”

They shake their head.

“So you offer me an empty sacrifice? No, you’re denied. The sacrifice must hold meaning. It must be something you don’t think you can live without.” Unless it’s homemade food, but I won’t tell them that. This is the easiest way to let them down rather than tell them I really can’t do much for them because of the magic holding them hostage.

The Fae nods. “I… I understand.” They drop to their bottom on the gravel road and pull their knees to them. “You were my only hope of getting home. I wasn’t trained on cutting the veils between realms. I was just a simple courtesan-in-training.”

“You want to go back to the Fae realm?” To all the boring stuffy courts and procedures. Bleh!

“Yes. That’s all I’ve wanted for a decade. I caught a bit of luck and got away from my captor, but?—”

I sigh as I pinch my nose. “You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“You can’t go home. Even if I could accept your virginity, but I can’t, you can’t go home.”

“Why not? Is the Fae realm no more? What’s going on? Tell me!” The little Fae pushes to their feet and steps closer with each word until we’re toe to toe with my dick pressing against them. They don’t seem to notice. I can’t help but love their passion.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t back off, you might get me too excited and then you’ll have to change your shirt.”

Oh, the pink their cheeks go as their eyes widen and they back away. “Sorry.”

“Name, pronouns,” I ask since it looks like we’re having a whole ass conversation, anyway.

“You can call me Trick. He him.”

I tip my head. “Pike, also he him. Now. You can’t go home because you have a soul tether to…”

“What the hell is a soul tether?” He backs all the way out of the circle.

I wave for him to come back. “Sweetheart, I need you closer to examine the tether.”

Trick, probably not his true name, steps right back into the summoning circle. Not exactly the smartest move if he was anyone else, but the soul tether disqualifies him from striking a bargain to begin with, at least until it’s gone.

“You did a good job creating the circle.” I find the tether wrapped around his throat and tug. No reaction.

“I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know if Fae words would work.” He’s being so good for me, not even flinching when my nail accidentally grazes his throat.

“Oh, yes, any language works as long as there’s a circle of salt and a drop of blood. Everything else comes in negotiations.” My tail has a life of its own and wraps around Trick’s waist, pulling him closer still. “Please excuse the wily tail. He gets excited with fresh meat.”

Trick nods as he looks away with an even pinker face than before.

“This tether is old and there are several spells woven into it.” The placement concerns me. Had I not noticed and accepted his offer, Trick would have been beheaded as soon as we left the human realm. He’s far too pretty to lose his head.

“It’s probably Drake’s doing. He stole me from the Fae realm. For what? Entertainment? He’s kept me locked in a cage or the basement of Flutter for a decade. What the hell?—”

I press a finger to his lips. “I see.” I pinch a few strands between my thumb and forefinger to test the connection. “The soul tether connects you to this Drake. He’ll live as long as you do while this tether is in place. And he’s made it so you can’t leave Hex.” I squint at Drake’s handiwork. “You’re lucky. Had you gone a mile more down the road, you would have been toast.”

“All this time and I still can’t go home.” He steps away from me and trips on his own feet, but my tail keeps him upright.

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