by Alexis Davie
Pike was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His chiseled jaw and his strong, masculine features were like something out of a Greek mythology book. His broad shoulders and toned arms were clearly visible under his black T-shirt, and his jeans hugged his hips perfectly and in all the right places. His pitch-black hair was slightly disheveled, and his dark green eyes only added to the mystery that was Pike. His baritone and raspy voice gently stroked her insides when he spoke, even though Farrah felt disgusted thinking about what she wanted to do to him, or what she wanted him to do to her.
There she was, strapped to a chair, with her uncertain fate in the hands of her captor, and all she could think about was what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against hers.
She shook her head slightly, mainly at herself, and glared at him.
“What?” he demanded as he entered the room.
“I don’t want to be alone in this place,” she answered.
“Well, your comfort isn’t very high on my list of priorities right now, Farrah,” he muttered.
“I can understand that, but—”
“Can you please just stop talking?” he snapped, cutting her off.
Farrah closed her mouth and took a few deep breaths to console herself. She noticed he had a satchel on his shoulder that hadn’t been there when he left the office the first time.
“What’s in the satchel?” she asked, knowing she might live—or not—to regret it.
“That’s none of your business,” he grumbled.
There was a moment of silence and Pike stared out the window. A feeling of dread filled Farrah to the core and she glanced around her. She had to find some way to escape this place, but she knew Pike wouldn’t give in so easily.
“Are you like them too?” she asked.
“Like what?” he asked, with his back toward her.
“Can you also turn into a wolf?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Are you not allowed to or something?” she probed.
“Something like that.”
“So that’s it? You’re not going to tell me anything?”
Pike turned around and his dark eyes glared menacingly at her. “Who exactly do you think is in charge here? I don’t need to tell you a single thing!”
“Then neither do I!” she exclaimed.
Pike marched over to her, slammed his hands down over hers, causing the chair to shake, and bared his teeth at her.
Even though Farrah’s heart pounded in her chest and her breathing was ragged, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but there was something about Pike being so close to her that made her feel calm and composed.
“I’m not scared of you, and nothing you do is going to change that,” she told him calmly.
“And why is that?”
“Because you won’t hurt me,” she answered and watched as his eyes softened. “I can see it in your eyes. My only question is, why haven’t you killed me already?”
“Because I can’t,” Pike exclaimed and shook the chair again.
A flicker appeared in his eyes and Farrah cocked her head, wondering what was going on inside his mind. She recognized his faraway look immediately and straightened her shoulders, Pike’s warm hands still pressed over hers. Her father used to have that same look when he was still alive. Her father seemed to experience schizophrenic episodes in the last few years of his life, and he’d always get a faraway look on his face. He’d babble incessantly about someone who was out to get him. He was paranoid beyond belief, but Farrah never took him seriously. She figured he had gotten himself in trouble with a cartel or a gang, or a drug dealer even, and was freaking out because he thought they were after him. Or he was just completely insane with delusions and distorted thinking when there was, in fact, no one out to get him, as he claimed over and over again.
Farrah wondered whether Pike was also having hallucinations, but it could also just be that he remembered something. She’d seen many movies of supernatural creatures who had visions in the same trance-like state Pike was in now.
Even she had been in some trances as she remembered things from her childhood.
She was about to open her mouth to ask Pike what he saw when Pike fumbled with the straps of the restraints and loosened them. He stepped away from the chair and backed himself against the wall behind him.
Farrah glanced down at the loosened leather restraints and her hands relaxed.
“What are you doing?”
“I untied you.”
His voice sounded strange. Remorseful, even. Haunted.
“I-I can see that, but why?” she stuttered.
“You’re not an animal. You don’t need to be tied up.”
Farrah furrowed her brow, feeling very confused all of a sudden, but she slid her hands out of the restraints and sat upright, her hands resting on her lap.
“Did you see something?” she asked.
Pike turned around and frowned at her.
“I saw your eyes change, and it was like you were in another world. Normally when I remember something, recalling a memory or a certain kind of feeling, I space out too,” she spoke slowly and carefully. She definitely didn’t want to upset him in any way. Even though he hadn’t said that he had the ability to turn into a wolf, his eyes revealed more than his mouth ever would. “What did you see?”
“Something that I can’t change. Something that haunts me till this very day,” he answered. “That’s why I untied you. Because you deserve a better fate.”
“So, you’re not going to kill me?”
“I didn’t say that,” he mumbled and sighed deeply.
Farrah rose from the chair and despite her better judgment, she slowly approached him. His chest rose at a faster pace as she came closer and something inside her beckoned her to keep going. As if his eyes unconsciously lured her in, she blinked but was unable to look away. His striking gaze lightened even more as she approached him and her heart pounded in her chest.
She reached her hands up and as she was about to press her palms against his chest, he grabbed her wrists.
“What are you doing?” he growled under his breath.
“I don’t know. I feel like I can’t control myself.”
“Well, stop it,” he said and pushed her hands away. “I can’t do this with you.”
“Is it because I’m not like you?” she whispered, pulses of desire thrusting their way through her.
Farrah had never felt such a pull toward anyone in her entire life, and even though it felt terrifying and overwhelming, she couldn’t fight it.
“Farrah, stop,” Pike ordered and pushed her away again. “Before I do something we’ll both regret.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she whispered and placed her finger in front of her mouth.
Pike still showed signs of reluctance, even when Farrah kicked off her ankle boots and removed her tan jacket. She dropped it on the floor and approached him again, seductively swaying her hips.
Farrah took his hands and planted them on her hips, and then she removed her tight shirt, revealing a black lace bra. Pike shrugged his shoulders and exhaled slowly as Farrah’s hands slipped under his T-shirt and stroked his skin. His muscles made her feel delirious for a moment as she pushed herself up against him. She tilted her chin upwards, their gazes locking, and she parted her lips.
The desire continued to build when Pike moved one hand to the small of her back, and the other one caressed her cheek. His fingers raked through her hair, but his caress soon turned into something more forceful.
Hungry.
He entangled his fingers in her hair, and he tilted her head back. “You asked for this,” he whispered against her lips before devouring her mouth with his.
The passion exploded inside Farrah’s body as Pike’s tongue explored her mouth. The heat emanating from his skin set her entire body ablaze as he gripped her waist with one arm, carrying her to the desk. He set her down on the edge of the desk and swept the
entire contents of it onto the floor in one smooth and urgent motion.
Farrah gazed at him dreamily as he took off his shirt, revealing his bulging muscles. She let out a soft gasp as she fumbled with the button of his jeans. He pushed her hands away and undid his jeans himself, dropping them to the floor.
Pike slid her off the edge of the desk and undid her pants as well, removing them skillfully. As he threw her pants across the room, he turned her around and bent her over the desk. His hands ran down the curve of her ass and back up again, his fingertips skimming her skin. Farrah shivered in delight as he slid her panties down, letting them slide to the floor.
A light smack on her ass took her by surprise, but before she could do anything in playful protest, Pike entangled his fingers in her hair again, pinning her down on the desk, and slid his hard cock inside her. The sudden thrust made her gasp, but it was quickly replaced by a feeling of passion.
Pike’s free hand gripped the corner of the desk, offering him the needed support and balance as he continued to thrust inside Farrah. Her moans grew louder with every moment that passed and she felt herself fall over the edge numerous times.
“Oh my God…”
In another smooth and effortless move, which proved to Farrah that Pike was supernatural, he lifted her up, turned her over, and entered her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his rhythm quickened, building up the intensity inside her.
Farrah lay back against the cool, wooden desk and shivered at the feelings of desire forcing their way out of her.
She arched her back and grabbed Pike’s shoulders, sinking her nails into his perfectly smooth, tanned skin.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as an orgasm ripped through her petite body, followed shortly by Pike’s low groans. His body jolted a few final times and he glanced down at her, stretched out on the desk.
“Are you happy now?” he growled.
Farrah’s only response was a lazy wink and shallow breathing.
Pike shook his head as he moved away, and Farrah pushed herself up into a seated position.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered as he grabbed his clothes and quickly left the office, leaving Farrah alone. As soon as there was a bit of distance between them, Farrah felt exposed and vulnerable on the desk and slid off. She scrambled around, looking for her clothes, and quickly got dressed, unable to look herself in the eye when she saw her reflection in a large mirror on the wall.
This was not the kind of behavior she condoned, at all, and she knew that either she had been under Pike’s spell, or his presence had opened up a door to a primal side of herself that she never knew existed.
Now that he wasn’t there anymore, she felt foolish, but not ashamed. It was exactly what she wanted, but did he feel the same way? She was in control of her own actions and decisions, and she was mature enough to deal with the consequences of those actions and choices.
Never in her life had she imagined a man—or a wolf-man, or whatever he was—would have such a hold over her. His presence had enticed her, made her do erratic things, yet she wasn’t ashamed of what she had done. She wasn’t ashamed that she had had sex with Pike on his desk because he was something other than human. It wasn’t what he was that was the problem, it was the circumstances around it. She had been captured by his two brutes—two men who worked for him—so technically, he was her captor, and she was his prisoner.
A bitter taste formed in her mouth as the words “Stockholm Syndrome” echoed in her mind. Was that what it was? Did he somehow manipulate her into thinking that her life depended on his will so that he could do whatever he wanted to her?
Farrah shook her head, refusing to believe it, although all the facts stared her straight in the face.
What a badass you are, Farrah, she thought sarcastically to herself, shaking her head in disapproval.
Farrah glanced at the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. A frown formed on her pretty face as she wondered what kind of captor would leave a door open with a prisoner inside.
“The kind who knows you won’t be able to leave,” she whispered to herself. “Son of a bitch.”
She sat on the red and gold sofa and dropped her head down into her hands. Exhaustion seemed to slowly crawl its way up her body and she closed her eyes for a moment. The sound of footsteps made her sit upright and as she glanced at the door, Pike stood in the doorway. He was fully clothed in a dark T-shirt and a pair of black pants.
“I thought you were gone,” she said, and silently scolded herself for sounding so pathetic.
“This is my house,” he said simply.
“Right,” she muttered to herself. She took a deep breath as she watched Pike cross the room and turned to him. “What did you do to me?”
“Excuse me?” he asked and looked at her. “Wasn’t it clear?”
“I’m not talking about the sex. I’m talking about what led up to it. I’m not the kind of person who does things like that.”
“You mean wolves? You don’t do wolves?”
Farrah’s eyes widened as his words struck a chord inside her. He hadn’t admitted to being a wolf, but his snide comment confirmed what she had suspected.
“No, it’s not that either. Can you just let me say what I need to say?” she asked.
Pike nodded wordlessly, his eyes cold.
“I’m your prisoner. I was literally throwing myself at you, which isn’t something I do at all.”
“Did your Mommy teach you to respect yourself?” he retorted.
“My mother left when I was a baby, so I didn’t have that privilege, but I didn’t need a mother to learn that I should respect myself,” she answered with a razor-sharp tone. “So don’t talk about things you don’t understand. What did your mother teach you?”
“She gave me my special ability. And my dark hair.”
Farrah crossed her arms and pursed her lips.
“She died when I was young, so I sort of understand how you feel,” he conceded.
Farrah looked at him and her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Not a lot of people do. Or care, for that matter,” Pike answered and straightened his shoulders, immediately trying to overcompensate for his minuscule moment of weakness.
“So, what did you do to me?” she pressed.
“The same thing you did to me,” he answered simply.
“What?” she asked and stood from the sofa. “What are you talking about?”
“I was consumed by you like I have never felt before. I can’t even try to explain it, but everything around me seemed insignificant when I looked at you. It still does.”
Farrah stood quietly, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn’t been sure how she would go about explaining how he made her feel as well, but his words rang truer than anything she had ever heard. It was exactly how she felt too. He had described it so well, and there was nothing more for her to say than, “Exactly. Everything just feels like background noise now.” Her voice was small and quiet, and she feared he didn’t hear her, but the knowing look in his dark eyes proved otherwise.
“What happens now?” she asked.
He slowly approached her, but as he was about to say something to her, footsteps sounded from outside the room and as Farrah turned around, the door flew open.
Her body froze as the two men who had abducted her from the parking lot entered the office, and she gasped in terror.
4
Pike didn’t appreciate Talon and Reed’s abrupt and unannounced entrance into the office, but judging by the expressions on their faces, he knew they had good reason to. They seemed surprised and taken aback when they noticed Farrah wasn’t in the chair anymore, and Reed frowned heavily.
“What’s going on here?” Reed asked.
“Is there a reason why you didn’t call before arriving?” Pike asked, his voice deep and brooding.
Talon and Reed exchanged quiet and uneasy glances and turned back to Pike.
Pike, who was nearin
g the end of his rope, sighed and asked, “Did you do what I asked?”
“That’s why we’re here,” Talon answered.
“Fine. We can talk downstairs,” Pike said and walked to the door. He glanced at Farrah over his shoulder and said in a reassuring tone, “I won’t be long.”
She nodded silently and Pike noticed the fear in her eyes as she stared at Talon and Reed. Pike slowly approached her and whispered, “It’s okay.”
Farrah let out a soft sigh and Pike turned back to the door, where Talon and Reed were waiting. He swiftly left the room, and his Betas followed him out into the hallway. Without a word, the trio descended the staircase and Pike led the way to the living area.
He turned to his Betas and said, “What did you find out?”
There was a moment of silence and Pike sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “What?”
“With all due respect, boss, you untied the human?” Talon asked.
“Yes.”
“Why?” Reed asked in exasperation. “She could run away.”
“She won’t.”
“You don’t know that,” Reed argued.
“I do.”
“She can easily escape and go to the police,” Reed continued.
“That’s enough!” Pike exclaimed.
Reed was instantly silenced and took a step back.
“She won’t. I can guarantee it.”
Talon narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, but as much as he wanted to question Pike, he’d never do so. He was too loyal to his Alpha to question his judgment. Reed was the one who was more likely to challenge Pike’s choices, although he’d never purposely insult or go against Pike’s wishes.
“What did you find out?” Pike asked finally after a long pause.
Talon cleared his throat and approached Pike. “Reed was right about knowing her, but not completely.”
“What does that mean?” Pike asked with a frown.
“Her father was Terrence Walker.”
“Terrence Walker, the wolf hunter?” Pike said breathlessly.
“The very same one,” Reed answered. “Their eyes are the same. That’s how I recognized her.”
