Riley broke the kiss, lifted his head, and roared, his hot seed spilling into her. Together the three became one—frozen in time—held together by something way more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced.
Slowly, Riley eased out of her and disappeared. A moment later, he returned with a warm towel to clean her. Her limbs were rubbery and her pulse racing.
Riley kissed her quick and then Jay withdrew. Both men took care to make sure she was comfortable before climbing into bed next to her. No words of praise were needed as they surely had transcended to some outer dimension together.
If only she could make time stand still, she’d be a happy woman.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next four days took a toll on Sarah’s energy. Dealing with Dr. Elkhart and being away from her men until the evening had been difficult and trying. The only blessing having the women at the clinic was that Nancy was recovering and the other women were regaining their strength.
Close to five, Dr. Elkhart’s cell rang and Sarah’s pulse shot up. It was probably the front desk needing assistance.
“Show him in,” Dr. Elkhart said.
Him? Her stomach cramped. She prayed it wasn’t Statler, as she doubted she could remain calm around him, especially if he poked and prodded the women. A few seconds later, the door opened and a short man with tanned skin, wearing an impeccably tailored suit walked in, his eyes scanning the women along with the room. Right behind him was the taller man who’d claimed to be his assistant. Oh, crap. The buyers weren’t supposed to arrive for another few days.
Every one of Sarah’s muscles tensed as she shot her gaze to Dr. Elkhart who seemed unfazed by their appearance. “Gentlemen, how may I help you?”
“I’ve come to see the women for myself,” the short man announced.
Hopefully, he was here to check on their progress and not to take them away. While the women were healthier, the best of the ten were no longer at the clinic. According to Connolly, all five had been transported to Florida where the General’s wife was making sure they had the right care before returning them to their families.
“Be my guest.” Elkhart waved a hand.
Sarah debated excusing herself and texting Riley and Jay to let them know what might happen, but a second later, a commotion sounded from somewhere in the building. Elkhart tapped his phone. As he shouted for someone to answer him, Ford and Tyson Summerville burst into the room.
Taught to keep her wits about her, Sarah moved out of the way. Ford glanced over at her. “You need to leave.”
She wanted to ask why, but she trusted him. He and Tyson would make sure the women remained safe. Not wanting to be anywhere near a fight, she grabbed her purse and headed through the door to the adjoining room. As soon as she stepped into the hallway, her pulse pounded, and her legs felt like lead. It had to be the adrenaline coursing through her system that propelled her forward.
For the Summerville brothers’ sake, she hoped there wouldn’t be a fight. With three men against two, the odds were stacked against them. On the plus side, they were highly trained military men who’d been enhanced. From what she recalled, Dr. Elkhart had never received the injections, though he could have dosed himself once the General’s men had located the first clinic.
As Sarah moved toward the reception area, the women’s screams echoed down the hall and she froze. Sarah debated returning to help, but then decided against it, recognizing she wouldn’t stand a chance against a shifter.
Needing to escape, she burst through the door to the waiting room and spotted two men rushing toward the clinic. That didn’t look good. They had to be Statler’s men.
Trying to remain cool, she pulled open the door, acting as if she was one of Elkhart’s regular nurses. They zoomed in and headed for the back door. Not wanting to see if the receptionist would supply them with the code, Sarah walked out. Her car might only be halfway across the parking lot, but right now it seemed as if it was a million miles away.
Throat dry and heart beating too fast, she strode with purpose toward the driver’s side. Needing her key, she dipped her hand into her purse, taking her eyes off her destination for a moment. From behind, someone grabbed her and placed a cloth over her face. Chemicals invaded her brain and muscles.
She struggled to get free, but the man’s grip remained firm. Sarah was trained to react under all circumstances, but drugs were hard to counteract. Had her muscles done as she commanded, she would have stomped on his instep, dropped to the ground, and then rolled to her feet.
Before she could come up with an alternate plan, her legs buckled and her world turned black.
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