inhuman, overflowing with gratification. I dug my nails down his back, whimpering his name over and over. He flung his head back, pounding into me harder, and then he shouted my name, sending me further over the edge as his release poured into me.
A few minutes later, I rested securely against his chest.
He stroked my hair. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I was having difficulty controlling my wolf. I think you put a spell on me.”
“Hey, no pain no gain, right? I’ve never hurt so good,” I giggled softly.
“That’s my girl, singing the lyrics to some old song to soothe her savage beast.”
“When it comes to you, Zane Marshal, savage is damn seductive.” Wasn’t that the truth? I couldn’t wait for round two and three.
I glanced at the glowing clock on the bedside table. We had plenty of time before dawn to explore his softer side and take another walk on the wild one.
I think I’d like some more ravaging savagery, I encouraged, flipping over to straddle him.
Already ready, Princess. Prepare to be appropriately savaged.
I was dazed and perfectly dazzled to discover just how ready. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 5434
We were nearing the outskirts of Plum Beach. I rested a hand on Zane’s thigh. My thoughts continued to drift to last night. I’d never felt so cherished, so loved. So sore.
We’d spent the remaining hours until dawn exploring every inch of each other. I hadn’t realized my body could twist and turn into so many positions. I felt like a very happy human pretzel. And I couldn’t wait to do it all over again, sore or not.
Zane was right. Had we made love in Vegas, I would have remembered. He was unforgettable, and I knew without a doubt that he felt the same about me.
“Five more miles,” he stated, breaking the companionable silence.
Grumpily, I groaned, “Five miles too soon.” I wanted to grab the steering wheel and insist that we reverse course, heading back to our lakeside hideaway.
Reading my thoughts, he laughed, “Princess, we have a bed, counter, floor, and any number of potential places at home for me to ravage you. I’m flexible.”
“That you are,” I agreed, squeezing his leg and picturing the tree house on the property. Hum … interesting location.
“What now,” he muttered, his attention diverted to something in the rearview mirror.
Curious to view the object of frustration, I twisted around to see what was behind us.
A charge of adrenaline fired a fresh dose of unwanted anxiety when I spotted the police car. I’d gone from calm to climbing the walls in two seconds flat. Probably because our last interaction with law enforcement, more specifically, Agent Green, hadn’t gone so well. His unveiled threats were resurrected as the flashing lights indicated the necessity of pulling over.
I was relieved to see Officer Tate approach the car. Agent Green was nowhere in sight.
Zane already had the window down and was reaching for his license.
“I’d like both of you to exit vehicle,” he said all business.
“Officer Tate,” I greeted him with a little wave. “Please tell me he wasn’t speeding again.”
“Ms. Carpenter … pardon me, Mrs. Marshall, could you please exit the car with your hands up?”
Zane was standing beside the overweight officer before I could get my door open.
“What’s this about?” Zane squared his shoulders, sending a don’t mess with me or mine message loud and clear.
Officer Tate scanned the area. “I’m sorry, you two, but I don’t have any choice.”
I made my way around the car and stopped next to Zane, puzzled by the normally friendly police officer’s strange requests. “Is every okay? How’s Barney?” I asked, hoping to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.
“I’m sorry, Chloe, but I have to bring you in for questioning. In fact, you’re under arrest for the murders of …”
I didn’t hear a word he said after “under arrest.” He clamped the handcuffs around my wrists, apologizing in the process. He recited my rights and escorted me to his cruiser.
Zane, who remained at my side, had grown quiet. This is all wrong, Chloe. I can smell his fear and uncertainty. I’ll contact the pack’s lawyers and will bail you out as soon as they process you, okay? Be strong, baby. We’ll be back together by bedtime.
Wishing I could believe it would be that simple, I allowed Officer Tate to guide me into the back, where I was left to stare at the divider that kept me separated from any front seat passengers.