Shifters' Captive:Magical Menages 1(5)By: Bonnie Dee
“It doesn’t have to be.” John touched her foot, the only part within his reach. He didn’t know if he meant to be comforting or if he simply needed to make contact with her. He, who’d always been against shifters mixing with humans, was undeniably attracted to her, and when he was interested in a female, he had to touch. That was the way wolves demonstrated affection: a playful nip, a bump of shoulder, a muzzle rubbing their mate’s neck, broadcasting sexual or friendly intentions.
Sherrie pulled her foot away as if he’d scalded it. Her face jerked up from her cupped hands, and she glared at him. “What do you expect me to do? How long are you going to hold me here?”
“As long as it takes to figure out what your part is in this.”
“What if there is no part? What if it’s all a big mistake? Will you let me go after what I’ve seen or is this like the Mafia?”
He smiled. “No, I’m not gonna whack you and I will return you home after you’ve helped do whatever it is you’re supposed to do.” It was frustrating not to have a better answer. He’d like to know why he was holding her as much as she would. Was Anna really wise or was she going senile?
But no. This woman was unique, not quite human. He’d felt it much more strongly when he was wolf, but he could sense it now too. And his burning need to possess her refused to abate. It was a powerful yearning beyond his control and different from anything he’d ever felt.
John shook off his desire and rose. “I’m going to make you something to eat. I brought a box of supplies along, which you chucked at my head. You’ll feel a lot better with some food in you.” She snorted. “You think I could eat anything right now?” He turned away. He was going to cook anyway, to give himself something to do while he figured out what to do next. Besides, he was starving after expending so much energy shifting in just a few minutes’
time. His metabolism had devoured every scrap of his power, and the engine needed to be stoked.
“I understand your shock, and again I apologize for frightening you. Kidnapping you wasn’t my choice. I would’ve liked to introduce myself another way, let you get to know me first then reveal all this.
But the others… Well, time is critical right now.”
She watched him warily as he picked up some apples and oranges that had rolled across the floor.
“What about that other one you were talking to when I woke up? Who is he? Where did he go? And where are we? If you really don’t intend to hurt me then I have a right to know everything.”
“Fair enough.” He set the bag on the kitchen counter and began putting perishables into the small fridge. “His name is Brian Cox. He’s one of the pack elders, our governing council. He insisted on acting on Anna’s vision and bringing you here immediately. His youngest child is one of those stricken, lying in a coma.”
“Where is ‘here’?” Sherrie leaned against the counter, arms folded.
John wondered how much he should tell her. She was right in thinking they couldn’t let her go back to her old life. Not knowing their secrets and not unless they could trust her. But what was the alternative?
What would the pack decide, and would he stand against them if he didn’t agree with their decision?
“We’re in the mountains outside Boulder, so I haven’t taken you far from home. The nearest town is Browning, and that’s where most of the pack lives. It’s the perfect location, since we have access to open land and an eco-friendly town where we can work.”
“How nice. That sounds perfect for you.” Her tone could’ve dehydrated a watermelon. “Tell me more about life as a…werewolf.”
He closed the fridge door with his foot, holding several eggs in one hand and a package of bacon in the other. “Shapeshifter or just shifter. You conjure up images of Lon Chaney in bad makeup with the other. Besides, wolves are only one segment of the shifter population across the globe.”
“Other people who turn into animals, all around us, all the time?” Sherrie pressed her folded arms tighter to her body, which forced the tops of her breasts to swell upward so her cleavage showed in the neckline of her dress.