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Excerpt: Faery Seductive Escape

Excerpt: Faery Seductive Escape

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Sneaking down the hallway again, she tried to ignore the rough burlap scraping her bare skin. If this is what they thought humans dressed like…She shook her head. Thank God she was able to steal this “human” costume from the laundress. She’d stick out like a sore thumb with her own black slave robes. Nothing said escaped convict more than a prison uniform.

She paused outside an open doorway. She could do this. She had to do this. Taking a deep breath, she started to dart past when a cacophony of footsteps had her freezing in place. She frantically looked up and down the hall for someplace to hide, but could find none. Not wanting to be caught out in the open, she took a deep breath and ducked into a room.

And stopped in her tracks at the sight that greeted her.

A room easily the size of a football pitch overflowed with “humans” in various states of undress. And all were engaged in some sort of passionate activity. She couldn’t help but gawp at the many gorgeous people having a very good time. A few metres away, a woman lay prone, ardently kissing one man while two others knelt next to her and each suckled at her breasts. Ashley quivered at the scene. To have three men attend to your every sexual urge while everyone in the room watched and grew aroused by the sight… Her nipples tightened.

To her right a man knelt behind a woman as he thrust his large cock inside her. The woman’s cries of satisfaction filled the room. With one mighty surge, the man swept the woman from her crouched position, forcing her back against his sweat-slicked chest. As he held her against his body, he cupped her breasts in his hands and tweaked her nipples with his fingers.

Ashley’s panties grew damp. Oh, God. What she wouldn’t give for a little of that action. Especially with a guy as hot as he. Typical of most fae, he was outrageously handsome. The only noticeable differences between him and any famous New York underwear model were the pointed ears and luminescent skin all fae seemed to possess. His body practically glowed as he fucked his very willing partner.

Oh…my…God. So this was what the festivity was all about? A huge swinger’s party? She never would’ve guessed. No wonder they dressed in itchy burlap sacks with drawstring pants. She was tempted to rip off the prickly clothing and join in the lusty pile of twining bodies. If her hormones had a say, she would be stripping down and getting busy. But she couldn’t. This was probably her only chance to escape. She couldn’t let her libido rule her and let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

With one last, longing look at the writhing bodies, she turned to go.

And smacked right into a very firm chest.

“Your first Beltane festival?” A deep rumbly voice above the hard, firm chest asked her.

Ashley looked up and gasped.

He was a vision of perfection. Deep blue eyes laughed down at her, framed by a curtain of chin-length, white-blonde hair. His features were moulded precision. He had a kind of surfer-esque quality to him so different from any fae she had ever seen in her two months of captivity. The men of her captor’s tribe were brunets with brown eyes and dimples. Nothing like this iced Greek god. The only thing he had in common with her captors was their unbelievable attractiveness. Well, that and the pointed ears.

“Are you all right?” A furrow between his eyebrows appeared, marring his otherwise wrinkle-free face.

“What? Oh no. I mean yes. Yes. I’m all right. I was just…uh…” She gestured vaguely to the doorway behind him.

“Well, you couldn’t be leaving. No one leaves the festival. Especially now.” He looked at her with doubt in his eyes before gesturing to the firmly closed wooden double doors behind them. A thick, branch-like latch barred the door. “The witching hour is upon us.”

The witching hour? What the hell had she stumbled into? Oh God, she was never going to make it home now! She tried to keep the panic from showing on her face. “Oh, no. Of course not. I wasn’t leaving. I was just… looking for a better place to stand. You know, out of the way…”

It was official. She was a dork. Who admitted that they were looking for an unobtrusive spot to watch an orgy? Without a doubt, he probably thought her boring and unsexy. Everyone was getting down and dirty but she stood there like a stuttering doofus. She sighed and waited for his disgust.

He laughed huskily. “Well then, come with me. I know just the place you need.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from her spot in front of the door.

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