CAPTURED: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys(101)

He could take her later. Later, he told himself. After he'd brought her  in. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted to her, perfectly within his  rights, until the collectors came and picked her up.

She was smiling softly, and she even laughed a little, speaking into her  cell phone on her way to her car. It was the same blue hatchback she'd  had back then, too. It was like nothing had changed at all, except now  she lived in the city.

Jack rubbed his jaw. He needed to shave, but as he drew closer to the  end of the hunt, the less time he'd spent on personal hygiene. Choosing  to ignore his own flaws for the time being, he focused on her clothing  some more.

The heels were exactly the kind Jack liked on a woman, and a matching  dress that hugged her hourglass body wasn't the sort of thing a  respectable woman wore to a job interview. Though she wasn't wearing  much jewelry, she had obviously done her makeup. Where was she going? A  date, maybe? The peach lipstick and eye shadow all but confirmed it in  Jack's mind. He recalled how Cindy had once told him she didn't like  getting dressed up unless she was going somewhere important.         

     



 

After that, she'd made sure to dress up a lot for him, clearly in an  attempt to impress, and he'd fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

Christ, he felt like such a creeper hiding out in the bushes like this.  He had a warrant for her capture, but he hated the hiding bit. There was  always the chance a normal person might see and confront him, or the  cops called. That always blew his cover, and aside from being fucking  annoying, it allowed the paranormals he was hunting to escape while he  showed his ID to the police. It was enough to make him feel like he was  the one doing something wrong.

Jack shifted on his heels from his spot behind the bushes. He'd been in  this position for so long that he could barely feel his damned legs.  Fuck, he wanted to yell at her to get off the damned phone. There was no  way in hell he could take her while she was speaking with someone. What  if she was talking to another paranormal? Someone with mind control  powers, like a vampire? Or something worse?

He felt ready to concede that he might have to come back for her later.

Okay, just relax. He knew where she lived now and she clearly had no  idea that a hunter was on her trail, otherwise she wouldn't be getting  all dressed up to head out. She didn't know, so she had no reason to  run, and Jack had no reason to think this might be his only shot to get  her.

Get off the fucking phone!

Then, like a gift being presented, she suddenly hung up and put the cell inside her ridiculously tiny purse.

Bingo. Thank Christ.

He needed to get this over with and quick. Real quick and real quiet.

Jack pulled the rag he kept from the deep pocket of his trench coat,  along with the small bottle that was standard for this sort of thing.  The shackles with the enchanted symbols carved in so she couldn't fry  his ass would have to come first before he put her under.

There was no way she didn't hear him coming behind her. The parking lot  wasn't exactly well lit, which he was counting on, but a lone woman,  especially a wanted paranormal, trying to get into her car during the  night had to be wary of things she couldn't see in the dark.

She did get the door open, however, and she did get inside without noticing him.

He grabbed the door before she could slam it on his fingers and lock it. He held it open as she stared at him.

"Hi, Cindy."

Cindy stared at him. Her bright amethyst eyes widened so he could see  the whites all around. Her glossy peach lips dropped open as her facial  expression changed from scared to all hell to just plain confused. He  got a real dumb sense of satisfaction over that. Yeah, she'd thought he  was good and dead.

"Jack?" she practically shrieked his name.

She was so focused on his face, probably wondering why it wasn't melted,  or why he was even alive, that she didn't look down and see the rag or  the shackles hanging in his free hand until it was too late.

She tried jump to the passenger side, to get away, but Jack lunged. He  grabbed her by her frail shoulders and pushed her down across the seats.  He pushed the rag hard over her mouth and nose before she could shriek  for help.

He had the shackle in his other hand and he almost got it down on her  wrist before she punched him good and hard in the nose. Her thin, tiny  knuckles didn't look like much, but they hurt like a bitch on impact. He  thought he even heard a crunch.

"Ah, fuck!" He reared back and dropped the cuffs to the floor of her  car, but he didn't take the cloth off of her nose as he cursed and  yelled.

That fucking hurt! Blood dripped from his nose and onto her pale  collarbone and dress in the struggle. She got him good that time. He  wasn't about to let her do it to him again.

Her sharp manicured nails scratched at his hands, drawing even more  blood. Jack grabbed both of her wrists and yanked them above her head,  holding them down with one hand while he kept up the pressure of the  cloth with the other. She kicked and struggled as she breathed in the  chemical, but she didn't have the strength to buck him off and he  avoided her knees when she tried to get him in the balls.

Don't summon fire. Don't summon fire, he chanted in his head over and  over again. She had it in her eyes, he could see it building up around  her as the temperature of her body increased.

If she burned him, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He'd fly right off  her and she'd be as good as gone. She'd get away and he might never find  her again.

Cindy's struggles beneath him started to let up. There wasn't much  physical strength to begin with, but now it was almost nonexistent as  the hint of flames left her eyes, and her body went limp.

Jack released her hands. He panted for breath as if he was the one who'd  just lost the fight. The car stank of sweat mixed with the sweet scent  of the chloroform. He was careful to keep the rag away from his own  face, already starting to feel sort of dizzy himself.

"I finally got you," he said.

Then Cindy's eyes widened as she came alive again. She clawed at his hands and arms with her manicured nails, scratching deep.

"Fuck! Stop that!" Jack roared, grabbing onto her wrists and yanking them above her head again.

Holy shit, she'd just faked that. Smart. It pissed him the hell off, but he had to admit it was smart.

When blood beaded up from the scratches on his hand, Jack growled, and  he forgot all about being impressed. Was she ever going to pass out? Had  he used enough of the chemical? If she didn't go under soon then that  fire would come and light him up like his father and brothers.

No fire came. Cindy's struggles weakened, for real this time as he held the rag to her face, for longer this time.

Her bright, fearful eyes slid shut as she gave one last jerk before going under.

Jack sighed, relaxing his tense muscles as the only sound in the car was  his own heavy breathing. He wiped the sweat off his brow. Not the worst  paranormal he'd put under by far, but she hadn't given in easily.

Adrenaline rushed through him as he stared down at her unconscious form.  Cindy's hair was all over the damned place, her arms up high as her  breasts rose and fell in sleep. She could have just dozed off for how  innocent she looked. The only thing that gave away the struggle was her  flushed skin.

He pulled the damp cloth away from her mouth and nose. He hadn't even  realized his heart was beating so fast, and he lifted himself off of  her.

Being on top of an unconscious woman was creepy, regardless of who she was and why they were both there.

"Holy Christ," he sighed, letting himself drop to the cool and dirty  pavement of the parking lot. He sucked in a breath of clean, fresh air,  and carded his fingers through his hair.

Though he hated having to touch her again, even for the capture, he'd  still noticed how smooth her skin felt when he'd grabbed her arms. Her  body beneath his had been exactly the same. It was like muscle memory  had taken over when he'd straddled her, and as she'd bucked her hips up  to try and push him off, his body had responded.

It wasn't his fault his dick didn't know the difference between fighting  and fucking, that it didn't realize she'd been trying to get him off of  her, not gyrating against his heavy prick for friction.

Jack shook his head. That was too weird, especially considering she'd  burned down the house he and his family had been sleeping in..

Fuck that and fuck her. He wasn't going to feel guilty because he was a  healthy male who was reacting to a beautiful woman. She was the one with  something to answer for, not him.

All because Jack had been the one guy in the whole history of time  stupid enough to tell a pyro that his family made their profession out  of hunting paranormals for the government.

Really, what had he expected her to do? Be happy about it?

"I got you," he said again, and then he laughed as he stared up at the night sky. The stars were bright. "I got you."

Jack took in another breath and got to his feet before climbing back  into the pungent car. He grabbed the shackles off the floor on the  passenger side, and neatly cuffed her wrists.