Free Enthralled: The Sex Goddess by Colette Gale

she opened her mouth, ran her tongue around her dry lips. “Please,” she whispered, shifting her hips the little bit she was able. Needing him to move.
    His eyes hooded, and he pulled himself back, and then plunged inside her. Jane screamed and he plunged again, and again, and the next thing she knew, her world was dancing in explosions and hot lights. She had no control over her body; it shuddered and wept and pulsed and burned.
    And finally, finally , he pulled away, removing himself and his spent cock. Jane moaned and didn’t have the energy to move. She still trembled with little aftershocks, and her mind was hazy.
    “Very well done, goddess,” said Cold Eyes.
    His icy voice brought her back to the moment and Jane sat up. It’s over. This time, it must be over.
    “The people are well pleased, and for now you will be escorted to your new room—one that befits a goddess as exotic as you.”
    Jane was too weak to protest when her wrists were pulled in front of her belly and fastened together. Then her locked arms were brought up over her head and connected to a rope or cable above.
    For the first time, she noticed the rope, dangling from a tree above them. She looked up and saw, high up in the tree, a cage-like structure. There was no way up or down that she could see, other than the rope to which she was affixed.
    “Yes, goddess. You will be safe up there—safe from those who might wish to partake of your divinity, and safe from any chance you might have of escape.” Cold Eyes turned to one of his men and gave a sharp command.
    All at once, Jane began to rise from the dais, dangling by her wrists in the air. She spun slowly as they pulled her up, up, up toward the aerie that was to be her new accommodations.
    She was halfway between the ground and the treehouse when a loud, bloodcurdling scream filled the air.
    Before she could turn to see what caused it, out of the corner of her eye she saw something hurtling through the air—right toward her. She was grabbed around the waist. The next moment she was airborne, flying toward the jungle, embraced by a pair of strong, muscular arms.
    Zaren.

— VII —
     
     
    Zaren drew in a deep, long breath of Jane— Jane! at last!— as they landed on a high branch with hardly a jolt. Below, the people who’d held her captive were shouting furiously and running about, looking up into the trees to try and spot them.
    “Zaren,” Jane gasped as he sliced through the rope from which she’d been hanging—the only reason he had not simply kept them slinging through the air, away from her captors. She was trembling, trying to wrap herself around him as they balanced precariously on the branch. “You came!”
    Something flew through the air and embedded itself in the trunk far below them. An arrow. Her captors were not about to let her go easily.
    From his treetop perch, Zaren had watched them for a long while—the way they honored her, and bowed to her, and how the one large, dark man pleasured her. His insides tightened. Perhaps she would rather stay. Perhaps she had found a new mate now that Jonathan had betrayed her.
    “Jane,” he said, struggling to speak, especially now that she was near him again at last, all soft, warm curves, with her heavy, fiery hair and pale, smooth skin. The strong scent of pleasure and musk and her own beautiful essence clung to her more strongly than ever, and he couldn’t get enough of it. The delicious smell of her made his rod stiffen and the blood inside him sing and surge.
    Jane. This was Jane. His woman.
    “Oh, Zaren ,” she cried as another arrow lodged itself in a different tree. She looked up at him then indicated her wrists, still fastened together. He had them apart faster than a snake strike, and she flung her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him.
    Zaren’s brain went empty, and his mind went hot. He was aware of nothing but the feel and smell of Jane . For the moment, for now, they were safe. Despite their