Page 35 of Samhain

I couldn’t stop myself.

I had my hands down my pants and my fingers rubbing my clit in seconds. I prayed that no one walked in on me like that. How could I explain it? Me in agony. My vulva so puffy and swollen, I might squirt from a gust of wind, unable to stop myself from seeking release.

They used to commit royal women who had mental breakdowns as recently as the ’70s.

What would they do with me?

I couldn’t focus on that. I could only work myself over as waves of euphoria pumped through my blood, making me sweat and convulse with each agonizing pulse.

Somewhere in my molecules, a release came…but it wasn’t from me. My soul responded to another’s climax…the cold waves of an icy deluge shooting down my spine.

Lex.

Sparks of fire came next, amping up my own impending explosion. Ivy.

A few minutes later, the warm burst of dying autumn echoed in my veins, tasting like Carter’s delicate skin. It was him, his orgasm, his culmination.

Anticipation of my orgasm amplified the ethereal experience of three people on the opposite side of the world being so intimately connected to me. If they were in person, I’d think they were waiting on me to complete the orgasm cluster. The exquisite magic of being tethered to them again, of knowing their energy inside me the way I knew my dear plants, it broke me. I came hard, in loud panting gasps that ricocheted up the narrow stairwell, my nerves fried, my muscles tensing so tightly, I feared they’d rip apart. I clung to the railing, one arm slung over it, my knees protesting the hard metal steps. I saw stars behind my eyes.

Thankfully finding myself still alone when I was done, I struggled to my feet, smoothed my hands over my hair, and continued to my rooms on the top floor. The last time this had happened, the sensation had gone away once we all climaxed together. We’d given it what it wanted; now it would cease. But once I was there, safely behind a locking barrier, it hit me again—the rush, the passion, the wave of uncontrollable whatever it was.

Damn it all to hell.

I went for my Hitachi this time, but when I climaxed again and the rush only escalated, I knew I was screwed—royally and utterly screwed.

There was only one way to end this, and that meant I had to get out of this prison and on a plane to DC as quickly as possible.

Escaping proved to be more challenging than I’d initially anticipated. I didn’t know where they lived, nor did I have their phone numbers. Even if I did, I’d been blocked for years. They didn’t want to speak with me, but given the circumstances, they had to relent. I couldn’t see how they wouldn’t.

One of my cousins had been a computer genius their whole life. I didn’t relish the thought of stalking my former lovers, but at this point, I was out of options.

“Why didn’t you come to me first?” my cousin said.

“Because I didn’t want it getting back to Grandmother.”

He balked and laughed. “Look, I can’t get you much, but I have an address. Evelyn Washington bought a three-story row home for them a few weeks ago. They’re in Georgetown.”

“Thank you,” I said, hanging up.

I tried Carter again, but he still didn’t answer. His odd filming hours had made it damn near impossible to reach him. When I’d talked to him a month ago, he’d been in the Czech Republic. He could be anywhere by now.

A wave of lust hit me hard between the legs, and I nearly toppled over, texting him Ivy and Lex’s address before packing the rest of my things into my suitcase.

Now began the tedious task of getting out of the castle. Gran had paid off all the guards to keep me here, and if any of them saw me attempting to leave, they were on strict orders to detain me.

Still, I’d been sneaking out of this place since I was a teenager, and all I had to do was wait for the change in shift by the door. My most loyal guard and driver had already brought the car around. By the time I’d made it down the hallway and stairwell to the first floor, Sandra had caught up to me.

“Where are you going?” Her voice boomed over the click-clack of her kitten heels.

“Damn it.” I kept going, hoping I’d get to the car before she caught up.

“Your Highness!”

“I’m leaving, Sandra,” I called. “It’s non-negotiable.”

“You have engagements.” She chased after me. “You can’t leave.”

“Cancel them,” I said, lugging one of my suitcases over to where Frederick grabbed it from me and hauled it into the trunk. “This is an emergency.”

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