Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(4)

Food. Focus on food and getting it into her mouth so she'd stop talking.

"Why don't you get some bread out? We can't toast it, but we can have it  with the bacon and eggs." Sherrie pulled slices of limp bread from the  bag that was crushed from landing on the floor. "What about food? You  don't eat raw meat?"

"No." He removed the bacon from the pan and broke the eggs into it in quick succession.

"But when you're … in that other form, you eat rabbits and squirrels and mice?"

"Yes." He had to step close to her to get a couple of chipped and dusty  plates from the cupboard above her head. It was a mistake. When he  inhaled the scent of her hair and her warm skin, fresh arousal surged  through him.

John slapped the plates on the counter and the bacon and eggs onto the plates. He thrust one at her.

"Here."

"What's the matter? Am I embarrassing you? Well, it could be worse. I  could have knocked you unconscious and dragged you somewhere against  your will." His patience and his control were at a breaking point.         

     



 

"Go ahead and eat. I'll be outside." John stalked toward the door.

"Are you mad? What do you have to be mad about?" she called after him.

He closed the door behind him before he did something they'd both regret.





Chapter Two


The moment she was alone, Sherrie searched the few kitchen cupboards and  drawers for anything sharp she could use to protect herself. John  Walker might appear to be a nice enough guy, but she wasn't taking  chances-not when he had an alter-ego that made Cujo look like a  pussycat. There wasn't one useful, sharp, pointy thing except an old can  opener.

The smell of the bacon had her stomach twisting in knots. She hadn't  eaten since before her shift started last night, and who knew how late  the following day it was now. Sherrie piled the bacon and eggs on a  piece of bread, folded it over and devoured the sandwich then she looked  at Walker's untouched plate.

If he was going to let it grow stone cold while he sulked outside, she'd  polish it off for him. Gina Stoltz didn't raise her daughter to waste  food.

She slowed down on the second meal, savoring the crisp bacon and salty  eggs, and when she was finished, she burped and patted her contented  stomach. Yet even though her hunger was appeased, she still felt empty,  like there was something else she desperately needed. Maybe it was  dessert.

Sherrie poked through the box of supplies and found a box of cookies.  She took a couple and wandered around the cabin eating them while she  looked for any escape route she may have overlooked.

Four walls, a window and a door-both facing the direction where her  captor was no doubt waiting. There weren't any possibilities there. She  slapped a hand on the ragged quilt covering the futon and dust puffed  up, making her sneeze.

Sherrie dropped into one of the chairs and stared at the tiny window  that framed leafy green branches lit by the sun. The sound of Walker's  footsteps pacing back and forth in front of the cabin was soft but  audible. What was he so bent about? She hadn't insulted him, or not  much, anyway. She got the impression he was attracted to her. Maybe it  was the way he'd humped her when he was lying on top of her-that'd be a  hint. At any rate, perhaps she could use it to her advantage. Playing  him until he trusted her and let her escape was a damn sight easier than  trying to fight her way free with a rusty can opener.

But could she seduce a man who wasn't really a man? And what if she  manipulated him right into her pants? God, the thought of him turning  while he was screwing her was horrifying. She suddenly realized she  should be horrified by the thought of fucking him at all. He was her  kidnapper! What was the matter with her that she was actually thinking  about having sex with him and was pretty turned on by the idea?

Her skin was itchy and too hot. The feverish feeling had been present  ever since she'd seen him naked. What an incredibly fit body. Sherrie  rubbed her upper arms and tried to ignore the sensitivity in her nipples  and the dull throbbing in her pussy. Sick, wrong and twisted, that's  what it was.

Outside there was the musical sound of a cell phone ringing. She  listened to Walker answer it. During the rhythmic murmur and silence of  the conversation, he spoke with rising annoyance in his tone. She could  tell the call was finished when he cursed loudly then the door opened  and he filled the frame.

Sherrie resisted the urge to jump up from the chair and back away. He  was intimidating, even if he didn't intend to hurt her. She met his gaze  boldly.

"Who was that?"

"Cox wants me to bring you to his house. His daughter Liberty is one of  those stricken with the sickness, and he wants to see if you can do  anything for her." Sherrie's pulse sped a little faster. A change of  location might give her an opportunity to escape. "I doubt I can help,  but sure, I'd be happy to go."

Walker shifted from one foot to the other, and the movement made her  think of her mother's dog Buster when he'd done something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I have to blindfold you."

"Are you serious? I'm already in this so deep I know you won't just let me go afterward. What's the point in blindfolding?"

He shrugged. "Cox demands it."

"Do you do everything he tells you to, kidnap people and blindfold them?  Seems like you'd be capable of making your own decisions."

"He's one of the leaders. When the Council decides, the rest of the  group trusts their decisions. We're a pack, not a democracy. It's how we  do things."

He walked toward her, and this time, Sherrie did step back a pace.

"Turn around, please." He lifted his hands with a folded piece of cloth stretched between them.         

     



 

She obeyed his quiet command. The cloth smelled of motor oil and it  tickled her face as he covered her eyes. The brush of his fingers in her  hair as he tied it and his strong presence behind her sent another rush  of perverse excitement through her, as if they were playing a bedroom  game. What would it be like to be blindfolded and bound naked to a bed,  completely at his mercy? She could imagine soft growls, stroking hands, a  playful nip on her breast. Then he'd lunge, cover her with his hot body  and give her a fucking like she'd never experienced before.

"Too tight?" he asked.

"N-no," she stammered. "That's fine."

He took her arm and led her outside. She felt the change in air, the  ground beneath her feet, and the heat of the sun on her head. Being  blind made her more aware of Walker than ever: the sound of his  breathing, the warmth of his hand on her arm, and his smell-no cologne  or soap, just male scent wafting from his skin. But he wasn't a man, was  he?

Images of him changing to a beast, which she'd managed to close out of  her mind until now, suddenly flooded back in. The full realization hit  her that this was not a dream, but her new reality. Creatures that were  the stuff of nightmares lived on the Earth, side by side with humans.

"What about vampires?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" A car door opened, and Walker pressed his hand to her head,  lowering it as he helped her inside. She smelled the mingled odors of  old pizza and pine air freshener and felt him lean across her body to  fasten her seat belt.

"Are there vampires too? Zombies? Goblins? Demons?"

"Re-animated dead people? Um, no, not that I'm aware of. And I think  there's plenty of evil all around us without Satan unleashing demons on  earth."

"So you believe in the devil and God?" she asked after he'd walked around the vehicle and slid into the driver's seat.

"I don't know what I believe in. Good and bad actions, sure. A code of ethics. Beyond that, your guess is as good as mine."

"So I can assume your code of ethics includes kidnapping?"

"This isn't a normal circumstance. You have a destiny in our world."

"What happens if the psychic is wrong and I'm no use whatsoever? Will  your ethics tell you to let me go or shut me up?" It must have been the  blindfold making her so bold and mouthy, as if it wasn't really her  talking so she could say anything. Taunting the man who held her life in  his hands certainly wasn't a smart thing to do.

There was a long pause before he replied. "I've told you no harm will come to you. You're safe with me."

Spoken in his gruff rumble, the words sent an excited thrill through  her, another of those inappropriate reactions she'd been having. What  the hell was making her respond to the sight, smell and sound of him  like a sex-starved nympho?

"Whatever happens, I promise to deliver you home safely," he continued, "no matter what the Council advises."

The car jolted over rutted roads, and Sherrie could tell from the  incline they were descending a steep slope. She stopped talking and  tried to pay attention to how many times they turned and in which  direction, because that's what people did in suspense novels. But at  this point it didn't much matter if she could retrace the route to the  cabin since she already knew who these people were, the name of their  town and their dark secret.