His Mate Her Savior
That’s as far as he gets before several sprites rush to him, pushing their little bodies against his, covering his neck and head in their little sprite lights.
“Oh. Oh, you are sweet and gentle, aren’t you?” His voice is almost a purr as he closes his eyes and lets the sprites work their magic on him.
“Just don’t lick them Orsid,” Torin warns him.
“Why would I lick them?” he asks, frowning.
“I asked the same thing. Then in less than one night, I found myself working hard not to lick them. The longer you’re with them, the more delicious they smell.”
“He can lick us if he wants to,” a sprite pouts.
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