Page 45 of Fae Mates

“Let’s bolt across the orchard.”

“And have them see you?” She gripped my arm. “We need the cover of the garlic flowers.”

The Duke of Medietas shouted for the guards to spread out, sending alarm ringing through my heart.

“They’re going to find us,” I whispered.

“Not if we keep running,” she snarled.

The more we dashed through the orchard, the more the stalks thinned, and the ground became hilly with the outline of clumping garlic. The distant sound of footsteps pounded through my ears, setting my nerve endings alight. I couldn’t keep running like this. Not when my core cried out to be filled and stretched by the powerful males at our heels.

Flora ducked into a thicket of eight-foot-tall stalks and pulled me to the ground. The friction of crouching made a ripple of desire shudder through my core, and I had to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning.

Four guards rushed past. From their undersized, dragonfly wings, they were half-bloods like Elijah.

“Can you smell anything?” A sergeant with a flat cap asked his companion.

“Only garlic,” replied a male who carried his tall, white hat under his arm. “But I think I heard a voice.”

“If we find the female, we’ll hide her in a carriage and share.” The sergeant held out his hand. “Deal?”

The corporal shook. “Deal.”

I pressed my lips together and exhaled a shuddering breath. Two males, taking turns to pound into my core as I yowled for more. If I was loud enough to attract the attention of the others, it would be an endless supply of dick.

Without meaning to, my hand slipped down the waistband of my borrowed breeches and into my pantalettes, and my finger slid over something peculiar. My clit had doubled in size and felt ready to explode.

“Oooh!” A moan slipped from my lips.

Flora clamped her hand over my mouth, muffling the rest of my moan. Cringing in my hiding spot among the stalks, I sent my friend a silent apology.

“Did you hear that?” The sergeant slapped his companion on the arm.

“She’s close,” the other guard said with a dry chuckle.

My heartbeat accelerated, and sweat pooled in my palms. The little voice in the back of my head yelled at me for attracting the attention of such weak males. Why hadn’t I saved the moaning until I reached the treehouse where I could slake my desire on Prince August?

The guards pulled out swords that crackled with white magic. “Come out now,” whispered the sergeant. “I’ve got something you’re going to need.”

As they hacked at a clump of garlic twenty feet in front of us, my gaze slid to Flora, who let go of my arm and sprang out from our hiding-place. “Hey!”

The guards turned around and grinned. “Hello there, pretty. Why don’t you come with us?”

She bolted into the orchard, where the duke still shouted at his men to find me. The guards snarled and yelled at her to come back.

All the tension loosened from my muscles, and my heart filled with warm gratitude. Once again, Flora had risked herself as a diversion, and I wouldn’t waste her opening by sticking around.

While the guards chased after her, I stumbled through the long stalks. My thighs rubbed against my enormous clit, sending ripples of pleasure up and down my core.

As the pear tree came into sight, I tripped and landed on my hands and knees, trembling and gasping as orgasms tore through my insides. Each time I moved my leg to crawl forward, my core muscles would undulate until I became a gasping, crying mess.

“Got her!” shouted a distant male voice.

I crawled out from the garlic flowers on my belly and into the orchard, where two-foot-high stalks of chives provided limited cover. My forearms and elbows propelled me forward as my useless legs spasmed with the orgasm.

“Idiots,” snarled the Duke of Medietas from the direction of the treehouse. “This isn’t the female in heat. Throw this one aside and find the one I seek!”

A long breath whooshed out of my lungs. As soon as I reached safety, I would ask McVittie to check on Flora. After what felt like an eternity, my palm slammed against the tree trunk, and a small archway opened.