Chapter 65

Sarah POV

After a few moments, he loosened his hold on me, but I whimpered in protest and clung tighter, desperately wanting his hands on me. It might have been the drug, the danger, the rescue, or just the incredible feel and smell of him in my arms. I didn’t care.

I only knew I wanted him more than I had ever wanted or needed anything before. He had to understand that or I would die.

“Zane,” I was muttering now. “Touch me. Please, please touch me.”

“Let me see your eyes,” he said. “Sarah, open your eyes, please. Do that for me.”

The light hurt, but I got my eyelids opened to look through my lashes at his gorgeous, perfect face. His bright blue eyes were dilated almost black with arousal, and I cheered inside, high on the knowledge of it.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“Oh, goddess. They’ve drugged you.”

“I want you so much, have wanted you for weeks now, since the beginning, since I first saw you.” I reached to kiss him, but he pulled back. “No, kiss me, please. Be here with me.”

“Sarah. I need you to come out of this.”

“You were so magnificent in the bath,” I said, aware I shouldn’t be talking but not caring, not able to help the words coming from my mouth and my heart. “I told the Oracle all about it, the way the light touched you and redefined you.

“I’ve touched myself thinking about you watching me naked at the temple. I’ve come on my fingers thinking about you in my arms. Have you touched yourself while thinking of me?”

“Sarah.”

“I know I’m human, but I know how to bring a man pleasure,” I said, gently pressing my front to his and moving back and forth. “I could make you feel good, could make us both feel so very, very good. And I’m sure you know to as well. Think of us together.”

“I need you to stop,” he hissed, and I could tell I was getting to him.

I pressed forward again and this time managed to capture his lips with my own. They tasted like spices. Without a thought, I brought both my legs up to wrap around his waist. He didn’t even grunt with the effort of holding me up, and the pressure against my core was delicious.

“You’re a perfect length, long enough for a woman to enjoy you, but not something to cause pain, so soft-looking and tender, but I bet you could bring me joy over and over when you’re hard, right? You do want me, don’t you?”

“Sarah, goddess. You have to stop begging, please. Don’t beg me.”

In reply, I pushed myself against him more frantically. “Please!” I wailed. “Please, Zane!”

Keeping his left arm firmly wrapped around me, he put his right hand down to where I needed him, and I groaned as I felt his fingers there, warm and powerful. He found my clit instantly, and his first stroke against it ran through my body like electricity.

I felt my warm, wet self to him, and in just a few incredibly sweet strokes, he brought me to climax. I screamed into his shoulder.

For a moment, I just hung there, my orgasm almost more relief than pleasure.

And then my head cleared slightly. I gasped and put my feet on the floor to wobble in those ridiculously high heels. Zane held me steady as I caught my breath.

“You back with me?” he asked gently, and I felt both his hands wrap around my upper arms.

I nodded, not meeting his eyes. I still wanted him, very much, but I was sane again.

Zane clearly was erect, but I didn’t know what to do. Should I offer to help him with it or throw myself out the window?

“Sarah, please, look at me.”

I managed it somehow. His expression was so gentle.

“I know the drug they gave you. It’s so illegal it doesn’t even have an official name, just a serial number and a lot of crude slang. I’ve read reports of it driving people out of their minds.”

He shook me just ever so slightly. I noticed he was still hard, even as he was talking me down.

“It attacks the pleasure centers of the brain directly. You weren’t just drunk or even high. And when I find whoever in my territory is manufacturing that poison, I’ll see them executed.”

“How did you find me?” I asked the buttons on his shirt.

“Rob Shanton was trying to get information out of me about you and playing at having information himself. Then Scott walked in and made comments about this ‘lovely human’ being ‘delivered’ to someone upstairs, and I knew he meant you. Then I found the right elevator attendant.”

“I met him too,” I said. I could look into his eyes then. “They were selling the humans at the auction, the humans holding up the lots we were bidding on. They were the real things on auction.”

Zane closed his eyes and growled. I shivered.

“If you can, we need to leave here. The police are already raiding the place. We need to explain what’s going on and close this slavery ring down. We need to see to the welfare of the humans here.”

I nodded, trying to get my breathing under control.

“We need to get to Grace and Chloe.”

I shuddered and forced the lingering effects of the drug down and away from me, ignoring the throbbing between my legs and the way I still wanted to beg him to take me to bed. Instead, I stepped back and looked down to sort out my “clothes.”

Zane turned and strode over to a trolley burdened with bottles. He chose something clear and poured a few splashes over his right hand. My cheeks burned, but I appreciated it.

Then he went over to the alpha, Eslvier, and stripped off his tuxedo coat, the body thumping thickly to the floor when he was done. He handed the jacket over to me, and I put it on with heartfelt thanks and took off the stupid heels. Going barefoot was preferable.

Then he looked at me with a dark expression, walked up, and reached for my neck. I made sure to keep my back straight as he snapped the damn lock of the collar and threw it behind me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Let’s go get the girls.”