Chapter 51

Going from catching his breath after an intense orgasm to waking in a puddle of his own drool proved jarring. Especially since Claire was no longer straddling his body or touching him in any way, shape, or form.

The stone floor was gone, replaced by something smoother, and there was a slight vibration along with the hum of an engine.

I'm being moved.

Shit.

Derek lifted his head and noticed he currently resided in a cage, one of many stacked inside the transport truck, and not a big cage he might add. He couldn't even stand upright in it. It was made of metal bars welded into a rectangle that was taller than it was wide. The door was chained shut and held closed by a thick padlock.

Not exactly the most promising situation. The good, if disturbing, news, though?