Claiming The Alpha (Wild Obsession #2)(9)
Author: Adriana Hunter

But he’d kissed her softly, gently, at first, her body sensuous and languid beneath his, both of them moving to a rhythm that carried them along slowly, every move and every thrust deliberate and exquisitely erotic. Jax lost track of time, of everything around him except the rising heat in his body and Nikki’s warmth surrounding him.

She’d come beneath him, arching up in silent ecstasy, her body tense and taut for one prolonged moment before he felt a rush of heat envelope him and then he joined her, holding himself buried inside her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him as he came. He finally exhaled against her, the last shudders of his orgasm working their way through his body as he held her tight against him.

He rolled onto his side, a slight space between them, his hand resting lightly on the full curve of her hip. Her skin was warm satin beneath his fingers and he thought again about what she’d be like as a wolf, all her curves transformed into a sleek and powerful lupine form.

If she decided that’s what she wanted to do. But right now, that wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with her. It was too soon, all too new for her. He just wanted to lie here, sated and relaxed, breathing in the rich musk of their lovemaking and watch Nikki drift off to sleep.

He made sure he didn’t fall asleep again and he woke her gently, with soft words and softer kisses. She showered and dressed and left, not wanting a repeat of the previous morning. He kissed her, standing on the front porch, lips lingering on hers and then she was gone. So much had happened to them in such a short time and Jax was still amazed by all of it, and by Nikki.

*

Nikki was early, through the door to the shop a good fifteen minutes before she needed to be there. No reason to give Ryan the chance to say anything to her today. She was sitting at the table, the appointment book turned to the current day, when he came through the door from the back.

“Hey, Nikki. Good to see you here, on time and all pretty and stuff. Like, you’re taking what I said yesterday seriously. I like that.” He leaned against the table and a wave of unwashed body smell stung her eyes. He was wearing the same clothes he’d had on yesterday and she wondered if he’d just woken up, when he heard her come in.

She blinked, trying hard to stifle a gasp and started breathing through her mouth. She looked up at him caught the dilated pupils, the twitchy behavior and knew he was probably high. She didn’t know him well enough to know how he was going to act and she tensed, expecting the worst.

“Yeah, so…you know…I want to talk about your job here.” Ryan pulled a folding chair up to the table, resting his elbows on the top, a frown line appearing between his eyes.

“Like I said, Ryan. I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, you said.” He cut her off and she went completely still, watching him closely.

“So, like, I owe you money. I know I told you I’d pay you at the end of every day, so we’re all square and even. But, business has been slow. You know how it is.” He spread his hands, with the dirty bitten nails, on the table.

“Yeah, I get that. You can owe me until…” Nikki sat back in her chair, arms folded across her chest. Something about Ryan changed. He was suddenly all kinds of friendly, an oily smile spreading across his face, and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“Well, I got an idea. If you want…” Ryan stood, moving around behind the table. He perched on the edge, so close Nikki could smell unwashed clothes and unwashed hair. She tried hard to suppress a grimace, only partially successful.

“We can take it out in trade.” He reached out, his fingers tracing along her cheek.

“Trade? How? I don’t want a tattoo.” But she knew what he meant…what he wanted. It was as plain as the bulge forming at the apex of Ryan’s thighs where he thought this was going. She shook her head.

Ryan winked, distorting his face for a second. “Trade what you got for what I owe you. Do each other a favor.”

Ryan slid closer on the table, pinning her in the corner behind the table. “Should be no big deal, for someone like you.” His voice was low and she imagined he thought it sounded seductive. But Nikki’s muscles tightened and she clenched her jaw so tightly she thought her teeth would crack.

“ ‘Someone like me’? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

His laugh sent a wave of disgust through her, made her skin crawl. “You’re a stripper, Nikki. A cheap one, at that. You all put out…all the time. You dance for men, for money. What the hell do you think I mean?”

“I think you got it wrong, Ryan. I don’t know what Lori told you, or what you think I am, but I don’t put out for money. Never have.”

“You expect me to believe that?” He reached out, grabbing for her breast. She slapped at his hand and then slapped him hard across the face. He flinched, his head jerking to the side, but his hand was still on her breast, fingers digging into her flesh.

“You bitch.” He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up out of the chair. “You don’t know what the hell you’re messing with.”

Spittle flew from his mouth, his face contorted into a grimace of fury. Nikki twisted in his hands, but they were like steel, digging in to her shoulders.

“You’re playing with fire. I could tear you limb from limb if I wanted, tear your throat out. Want to see?”

He opened his mouth and Nikki watched in horror, her heartbeat thudding in her ears, as his teeth extended into fangs. There was sudden pain where he held her and she looked down at his hands, watched as his bitten nails suddenly grew into talons. The scream building in her throat was cut off as he grabbed her by the neck, pinning her against the wall, lifting her easily until her feet no longer touched the floor.

“Do you know what I am, Nikki?” His voice was a deep growl, flecks of spit hitting her cheek. “Do know what I could do to you?”

She struggled weakly against his grip. Then suddenly he let go and she slumped into the chair, breath rasping from her throat. Ryan stood in front of her, blocking her exit. Scattered mats of fur had appeared on his arms and as she watched, they slowly receded. She dragged her eyes up to his face, expecting to see the face of a wolf, but he stood with his eyes closed, jaw clenched, breathing deeply.

He opened his eyes, looking down at her. “You almost made me give it all away, bitch. And now you know too much, know what I am.”

She shook her head. “No, I mean…I won’t tell. You’re…it’s not something you can control. It’s okay…I mean…I won’t tell.” The words spilled out of her and she heard herself talking nonsense, knew she was rambling. But whatever he was, Ryan was back under control, more or less.

And that didn’t make sense. It wasn’t the full moon; they’d just had one and Jax had changed. He’d told her werewolves were bound by the cycles of the moon. So what the hell was Ryan, if he could change…and then stop and change back?

“You’re not surprised by this…you know something, don’t you? Lori already told you, didn’t she? Bitch.” Ryan smacked the table with his hand. “She promised me, no matter what, she wouldn’t tell. Not even you.”

“She didn’t tell me anything, I swear. Look, just…let’s call this even. I leave, I don’t say anything, you don’t owe me any money. Deal?”

Nikki’s heart thudded in her chest, her breathing shallow. Ryan watched her, a terrible predatory glint in his usually unfocused eyes. It unnerved her completely, sending a thrill of fear along her spine. She wanted to run, but fear made her stand still, waiting.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he backed away. “Say anything, and you’re dead. Got it?”

Nikki shook her head. She grabbed her purse and slipped past him, bolting out the door and down the front stairs, tripping and stumbling down the sidewalk into the pouring rain.

*

Jax walked through the room, a hush falling across the pack members. Everyone was in the living room, including Bec, standing sullenly in the back of the room, arms folded across his chest. Jax caught his eye and Bec looked away. They’d had almost no conversation since the night before.

“Most of you already know the thing has been tracked to an apartment, where it’s apparently been living, at least for the past few days. It wasn’t there last night…but that doesn’t mean it won’t come back. I think it wants is the girl who lives there, either to kill her or it’s fixated on her as some kind of obsession. There’s no way of knowing.”

There was a murmur through the pack and then Bec stepped forward. “The girl you’ve been sleeping with? That girl?”

Jax clenched his jaw, brows drawing together in a frown, meeting Bec’s disapproving gaze. “Yeah, Bec. Nikki’s apartment. You know that, you were there.” Jax looked around the room at the rest of the pack. Finn and Angela were the only members not staring open-mouthed at him.

“This wasn’t where or how I wanted to announce this, but I’ve chosen a mate. Some of you have met her.” The murmurs grew louder, a few members smiling at him from around the room. Finn nodded from his seat and Angela smiled broadly, giving him a thumbs up. But the mood quickly returned to all business as Jax spoke.

“And Bec, this is my pack and my meeting. If you can’t keep quiet, then you’re free to leave.”

Jax looked at Bec, their eyes locked for what seemed an eternity. But Jax wasn’t about to back down again. His little brother was out of line and Jax had had enough.

It was Bec who finally looked away, turning his head and dropping his eyes.

“Fine. Then here’s what we’re going to do. Tonight a group of us goes back to the apartment, do a thorough search for any trace of the thing. And then we track where it’s gone from there. The scent isn’t fresh, but it’s so unmistakable we should be able to find where it’s gone.”

The members grew animated with the promise of a hunt and a clear directive. It’s what they wanted, what they craved and what he’d been lacking in giving them. Especially now, with this creature out there.

Jax answered questions, keeping an eye on Bec. He remained sullen, standing in the back of the room. Jax didn’t want to feel sorry for Bec, but it was hard. He was still his younger brother, no matter what, and he still wanted to look out for him, to protect him. But that wasn’t going to do either of them any good. He had another idea.

The pack was starting to filter out of the room, guys going off to do whatever they needed to do to get ready. They’d head out just after dark, in just under an hour. Jax worked his way through the pack, finding Bec.

“I want you to come with me tonight.”

“Checking up on me again? Keeping me under your watchful eye?” Bec’s voice dripped with scorn.

“Far from it. I want the best with me. You hunt like no other. If we’re going to track this thing and corner it, I want you with me.”

Bec had sometimes been easy to manipulate, but every so foten he saw through the ruse. Tonight, he lapped up the praise. It was true, no doubt. Bec was an excellent tracker. But Bec was also right; Jax did want to keep him under close supervision.