The Alpha's Saviour

Chapter 35 - Sparks

Jaycee's POV:

When sleep finally claimed my exhausted body and mind, I found myself staring at captivating red eyes. Most would see the colour of blood however shimmers of maroon and dark purple ringed his pupils if you allowed yourself to get lost in them. 
I recognised his ribbed leather outfit and his desire to help us through that one memory, however this time it was different. They seemed more intimate, familiar on a whole other level.
I felt my heart race and excitement dance inside my chest competing with the blood and adrenaline coursing through my veins. My body felt light as he approached me. He looked at me with such hunger in his eyes and I wondered if mine mirrored his? 
As his hands brushed the hair from my shoulders, his eyes lingered on my rising chest and his fingers traveled up my neck. He leaned in to leave open mouth kisses along the sensitive flesh making me moan out in pleasure. Just as warmth blanketed me, the most addicting electrical current traveled along my skin, zapping away at all my troubles. When it became too consuming, to addicting, he pulled away with difficulty leaving me to drown in the absence of him, while allowing shivers to evade my body without his embrace. 
"I'll be back for you Jaycee. Trust in me." His final parting words had me running after hun as his image became distant and just out of reach. 
"I'll be waiting." I whisper before I wake up with a startle.

"Sorry, you looked to be having a bad dream." Layla's apologetic words pulled my heavy eye lids open. "Stuart's been calling your name but you haven't been responding. Usually you wake up when he bangs his bat thingy on the cell, but you were out cold." I frown at her words remembering my dream. It felt so real. I wanted it to be real. I wanted to believe the mysterious man was coming to rescue me. 
"Come on ladies, Jeff has arranged another reward for you all today. It seems he was pleased with everyone's cooperation yesterday." Stuart spoke but there was a sadness in his eyes, pity. 
I couldn't allow myself to think about what would happen to me today, or worse, Layla. My desire to protect her was growing with every passing day, but after seeing her so broken yesterday, it ate me up inside. I felt so useless, and weak and I hated the feeling more than anything. I would go through a thousand lashing if it meant freeing Layla from this nightmare. 
We were led once again to the papering room. We sat engulfed by the hot water and bubbles as ladies holding strawberry scented exfoliating soaps, scrubbed the evidence of last night away. We allowed ourselves these moments in silence until somone finally disturbed the peace. A girl I recognised but didn't know the name of, sat opposite me. Layla to my left and Cassy to my right in the large square spa. Jets blue air against our tired muscles coaxing moans from all our lips before she spoke.

I don't know about you ladies, but the guards constant abuse, and gang rape was a thousand times worse than what my.. partner did to me yesterday." She said cautiously. I felt Layla stiffen beside me at the topic as the memories of yesterday replayed themselves in her mind. 
All the bed warmers to my surprise nodded in agreement. The maids however all looked how Layla felt. Defeated, and hollow. "It's been nice being able to talk to my wolf again, even if the silver around us keepers her weak, at least I can communicate to her now." Another maid said trying to change the topic. Everyone agreed enthusiastically. 
"The man I have been partnered up with, made me come twice. I don't care if they are tricking our wolves into thinking they are our mates, at least we aren't being hurt. If anything, I hadn't experienced such pleasure before if I'm being honest." My eyes widen at her words. 
Layla jumped out of the spa heading to the showers to rinse off, unable to listen to the girls any longer. I wondered if they would still feel that way when they discover why they are feeding and grooming us. Why they want us happy and healthy. I swallowed down the words and they threatened to leave. Telling them would not change anything. If they are getting some form of enjoyment out of it, then that's a hell of a lot better that the pain and suffering I usually felt from them. The truth would only take away the small light of hope in their eyes, and I couldn't find myself wanting to do that.