Good. If she was going to go to hell, she wanted to be on fire as she fell into oblivion. Clay lowered his hands and grabbed her hips. He thrust into her with one push. Her lids popped open and electric bolts blasted her. Her inner walls convulsed and fluttered around his huge erection.
“I love your pussy.”
After that declaration, Clay seemed to lose control. He pistoned into her. With each thrust, heat built as if giving total control to another freed her. Even the blood in her veins caught fire. Despite that he’d told her not to move, the words no longer registered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, engaging in the carnal bliss with him.
He grunted. Her moans turned louder as her climax threatened to unleash. She bit her lip to keep the final orgasm at bay, but his hooded eyes had darkened, and if she watched him explode, she would, too. She closed her eyes and stars burst behind her lids.
She was the weak one. “I can’t last.” She breathed, panting.
“Come for me.”
Tears of joy balanced on her lids at the monumental plea. Her insides involuntarily clamped down on his length, and she let out a howl. His head lowered and as his hot semen blasted her, the tsunami-like waves of carnal desire swamped her. Contractions rolled up and down her body as her orgasm took hold. Her nipples tightened and her mouth turned dry. She sucked in a life-sustaining breath.
His cry of pleasure died, and the pulsing in his penis slowed, but he held her tightly, as if he never wanted to let her go. The sense of safety she experienced in his arms brought her tremendous relief.
Clay rolled over onto his back and brought her with him, his member still embedded within her.
He patted her back. “That was amazing, sugar. That was intense.”
No compliment could have brought her more joy. “Thank you.”
He kissed her forehead.
“Do you think you can undo me now?”
His jaw dropped. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
With a few tugs, the bindings released and she finally touched his skin. “I’m sorry I became skittish over the whole slave stuff.”
“No worries. We have years to desensitize you.”
She laughed. “Dirk used the same phrase.”
He cocked open an eye. “That’s because it’s true. Neither of us have much experience with virgins.”
“You did okay.”
“I’ll be better next time. Promise.”
“Technically, I’m not a virgin.”
He gnawed on her shoulder. “Technically.”
His cell rang and he groaned. “That’s Dirk.”
The ring had a different sound. Her pulse raced. “You think he caught Hood?”
Clay lifted her off him and hopped off the bed. “Let’s find out.” He picked up the phone and slid his finger across the bottom of the screen. “Yo. Empty? Who? Is Ramirez talking? Tomorrow morning. Bye.”
She learned very little out of that conversation. “So?”
“When the team arrived at the club, the manager had no problem allowing them full access to the back rooms where you were held.”
Now the word empty made sense. “No one was there?”
“No, but on their way out, they ran into Raymond Ramirez. He’s one of Hood’s right hand men.”
“Did he say anything?”
Clay sat on the bed and leaned back on his elbows. “Shifters know that being arrested could destroy their whole organization. Even though technically we’re shifters, too, Ramirez didn’t want to accidently let out the truth.”
That seemed to be code for not wanting to be tortured. “What did he do?”
“What most shifters are taught to do. He swallowed a pill that killed him within minutes.”
She sank back onto the bed. “We’re no closer than we were before Dirk and his team found him.”
He shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
The pieces began to fall into place. “Am I correct in thinking you wanted to bring me here in case Dirk stirred up the hornet’s nest, so to speak, and one of them escaped back to Hood?” She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled. “You thought Hood might believe I’m the cause for his problems because after you guys bought me, all hell broke loose.”
“Basically.”
“Now what?”
“We keep looking for Mr. John Hood.”
Chapter Eleven
As much as Elena loved spending quality time with Clay in the wonderful house across the street from the pristine Gulf of Mexico, she was still a prisoner. For four days, they took walks along the shore, shopped, cooked, and made love. Memories grew, but if she went out on her own, she feared one of Hood’s men would spot her.