Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart (62 page)

Even though the food was cold, when
the first spoonful was inside of her mouth, her eyes closed and she moaned.

She did the same thing on her next
bite. Each time the spoon went beyond her red lips, he wanted to lean in and
touch them, or any part of her.

Every time she moaned and smiled,
Jack imagined himself behind her, or beneath her, kissing and teasing her most
intimate places. Would she spread her legs if he prompted her to? Would she
moan just like that as she gave him better access to her clit? She clearly
wanted this.

Just because he fucked her didn't
mean he had to care about her. It wouldn't magically cause him to forgive her
for what she'd done to him, either.

"This is so good," Cindy
said, taking another tiny bite of her chicken. She must've thought it wouldn't
look sexy if she stuffed her cheeks like a squirrel. He'd never seen any woman
eat so carefully.

It was incredibly sexy when she
used her finger to swipe up some of the red sauce from the container, and then
sucked it right off the digit, pushing her finger deep between her wet lips.

Their eyes met when she did that,
and the amethyst color seemed darker under her heavy lashes.

Jack imaged those same lips
stretched around his cock instead of just her finger, and he absolutely hated
her for doing this to him. Probably just to prove a point.

She was here, she was giving him
all the right signals, why the hell
shouldn't
he take her?

Now his body was really starting to
react. Once his brain buckled under the pressure, that was all the rest of him
needed before the gates burst open and the monster inside was free.

Most of the lust was gone from
Cindy's eyes just then, and Jack could tell she was aware that she was about to
get what she wanted.

"Jack?"

He stepped around the island
counter and right into her personal space. She turned around as if to back away
from him, but he just pressed her back into the counter and held her in place.

So damned close. Her body heat
radiated from her like he was standing in front of a blaring furnace.

Jack had to look down just to make
sure her cuffs were still on and working. Yup, they were there, and there were
no flames anywhere in sight.

Cindy's throat moved as she
swallowed. Jack watched that movement and wanted to put his tongue there. He
stared at her, and she looked right up at him.

"You don't seem very sure of
yourself anymore," he said.

She blinked up at him. "What?"

He did it then, he touched her. He
put his hand on her shoulder and let it slide across her smooth skin, up her
slim throat, and to her jaw.  "You're trying to seduce me," he said,
and he had to touch that bright red hair. It was just as soft as he remembered
it.

"Is it working?" Cindy
asked.

"Might be," Jack said.
Everywhere he touched her skin to skin burned like the dangerous fire that was
inside of her, but in a good way. He hadn't felt this way with anyone else he'd
been with.

Inexplicably, she tried to lean
away from him, but couldn't get very far because of the counter behind her. "What
if I've changed my mind?"

"Then that would be too damned
bad for you," he said. "Because I wouldn't believe you for a second.
You wanted this, so you're going to get it."

Her purple eyes widened for a split
second, and then she glared at him. "Fine, I was lying anyway, and so what
if I wanted to seduce you? I just wanted to see if you would go for it,
considering what you think I did."

He was going to make her pay for
that.

"You
want me to fuck you?" he asked, letting both hands slide back to her
shoulders, then to her waist and hips, yanking her forward until their pelvis's
smacked together, letting her feel his cock through his jeans. "All right
then, let's go."

* * *

Cindy had been sweating,
panting, and her heart raced as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

Jack was still hugging her tight
as his pelvis moved forward and back, thrusting his still hard cock inside of
her at a rapid pace. His pubic bone pressed against her clit each time he came
forward.

She was kind of sore from that
now that the pleasure had peaked. They'd only done this a handful of times now,
but she loved the hell out of it as she sank her fingers into his hair and
gripped it tight, yanking a groan out of him.

"Come inside me," she
said, mouthing along the shell of his ear, and then pressing her lips to his
cheek.

He always had that three day old
stubble, and even though she had no idea how he kept it like that she adored
it, the same ways she adored the choked sound of his moan, and the final thrust
of his pelvis as he came deep inside of her, warm seed filling her up.

He was panting as he all but
collapsed on top of her. The only thing that kept all of his weight from
crushing her were his elbows.

They were at her place, in the
house she shared with her three roommates. They didn't much like it when she
brought Jack over, especially considering the fact that they were paranormals,
too, but they couldn't exactly do anything about it.

She paid rent here, too, after
all.

Cindy's room wasn't big, in fact
it was laughably small, but the bed was just the right size for her and Jack.

It was a twin, so they were
always forced to cuddle closely together. Cindy didn't mind, and she was
starkly aware of the fact that Jack never complained about it either.

He kissed her on the mouth, and
she leaned into it as he adjusted himself so that he was lying just beside her,
holding her close. "I knew you missed me," he said, grinning at her
like a man who'd just gotten dragged into the bedroom and laid almost by
surprise. Which happened to be the case.

She returned his smile. It had
been two weeks since she'd confessed to her little crime of just existing.
There was a lot of crying and explaining on her part, but Jack—with a shocked
expression and a gaping mouth—had been good enough to at least wait to hear
what she had to say. Afterwards, he'd held her, kissed her, and said he didn't
care. They'd seen each other a lot since then.

Life had been pretty damned good
after that. "It was only three days," Cindy replied.

"And despite that, you
jumped me like you hadn't seen me in months. Don't worry, I'm not complaining,"
Jack said, still with that annoyingly cocky smile on his face.

"I can tell you're not,"
she said, nudging him, but then got serious. "Everything all set?"

The smile instantly melted off
his face, and that worried her. "Are you going to be able to come with me?"
she asked, and she didn't even want to think about having to go a full term, or
more, to school without him there.

They'd decided they would get a
place together instead of living on campus.

"I am. I'm set to go, my
dad knows I’m leaving, and some of my stuff's already packed."

Cindy smiled at his words,
especially since it was only the end of May, and they didn't have to be at
school until the beginning of September. "So what's bothering you, then?"
she asked, feeling a bit more confident about the whole situation.

"Something serious, and I
think you should know about it before we go any further with this."

"Whatever it is, it's all
right," Cindy said. "You understood when I admitted to being a pyro,
I can't exactly hold anything against you after something like that."

"Being a pyro's not your
fault," Jack said, shrugging off her words before something seemed to
occur to him. "Can't hold anything against me, right?"

"Within reason," Cindy
said.

"Which means I never have
to do this dishes or take out the trash when we're living together?"

She smacked his shoulder. "Within
reason, I said."

He laughed a little. "Yes
dear." Then he got serious again. "You told me about the fact that
you were a pyro. You trusted me with that, and now I've got something to tell
you. I'm going to trust you with it, and I want you to know that it doesn't
change how I feel about you at all."

Cindy propped herself up onto
her elbow. "Is this why you were gone those few days?"

Jack's chest rose and fell as he
heaved a heavy sigh. "Yeah. I've had to think about this a lot. To be
perfectly honest, I'm even a little scared of you right now, and how you'll
react to this."

Cindy wasn't sure how to take
that, but she tried to lighten the mood just a bit. "Well, come on, it
can't be that bad. Have you slept with another girl?"

Jack's eyes widened. "What?
No
," he said, shaking his head. "I
wouldn't...fuck, no that's not it."

Cindy nodded, but it wasn't like
she'd thought he had anyway. "Okay, there's that. Do you have any kids I
don't know about?"

Jack shook his head again, and
this time he sat up on the bed. Now neither of them were lying down, and even
though Cindy was used to being naked around him, force of habit caused her to
pull up the blanket to cover her breasts.

He really looked like he was
having trouble getting this out. Then he just looked at her and said it, and
Cindy's stomach twisted into one of those crazy knots only a boy scout could
make. "I'm a registered hunter, Cindy. My entire family makes their living
off of catching paranormals and selling them."

Chapter
Nine

Cindy had mistakenly believed it
would take more than that before Jack took the bait, but he had, and she was
glad, even as he yanked her by the chain all the way to another room in the
small house.

The place wasn't a mess or
anything, but it had that identifiable look of a single male’s home. Cindy
certainly didn't see any bras hanging on the bed post, or makeup on the
dressers.

Cindy smiled at that. Jack
didn't
have a girlfriend. Why this information pleased her she didn't know. In fact,
it bothered her that she was resorting to looking around just to acknowledge
the lack of evidence of a possible love interest.

Why did she care if Jack was with
someone else or not? It wasn't like this was going to go beyond this one time,
or however many times it took before she could get out of here.

Jack grabbed her by the wrists. His
hands were rough on her skin, and he yanked her out of her possessive thoughts
as he slammed her into the back of his bedroom door. He thrust her hands high
above her head and pressed his body firmly against hers. She could feel the
heat of him, every line of muscle even through his clothes, and his cock was
erect and pressing against her thigh.

Cindy's heart jumped.

"You don't get to smile about
this," Jack said, and there was a real snarl on his face, the kind that
showed off his teeth.

Cindy swallowed. She hadn't thought
she was making Jack angry when she had been teasing him like that. Was this all
a big mistake?

She pushed that thought away. Cindy
spent her entire life lying about who she was. She'd become a master at it,
considering her parents had kicked her out of the house when she'd nearly
burned it down.

Accidentally, of course.

She considered herself to be a
decent actress because of it, and she was going to act like Jack's anger meant
absolutely nothing to her.

For her to do that, the only thing
to
do was keep smiling at him. "Why not?"

"You think this is funny?"

Cindy had to bank on the fact, or
the hope, that Jack wouldn't hit her again, even if she might deserve it.

"I don't think it's funny,"
Cindy said, lifting her knee up just enough to gently run it over the hard
length of Jack's cock. "I think it's
exciting
."

He was trying not to react, but
Cindy could see the way the muscle in his throat jumped, and how the spot of
his pulse pumped incredibly fast as his lips tightened into a fine line.

He let out a hard breath, and then
adjusted himself so that both of her wrists were being held in one large hand
so his other hand could move down to cup and massage her breast. He didn't do
it outside of the dress she was wearing, no, he slid his hand
beneath
the material and pushed her bra out of the way so they were skin to skin. Her
nipple immediately tightened into a hard nub under the attention, and he knew
just how to flick it, pinch it, and tease it to make her entire body tremble.

Cindy shivered and sucked in a
breath. She'd forgotten how good it felt when it wasn't her own hand that
touched there.

"You want to play that game,
do you?" he asked, and now Jack was the one wearing a cocky
sexy-as-all-hell smile.

The fact that it felt so damned
good when his fingers pinched and played with her nipple, sending electric
jolts down between her legs that made her sex swell and flood with warmth, was
both incredibly annoying, and an eye opener.

It was an eye opener because it
said something about the effect Jack's touch had on her. She was the one who
was supposed to be doing the seducing here, not him. Cindy glared at him.

"What's the matter?" he
asked, and his fingers moved over to her other breast, massaging and teasing it
like the first. The only difference was that his palm gripped her tighter. "You
gonna back out?"

Did that mean he would let her if
she did?

"No!" Cindy snapped,
harsher than she meant. Maybe because she was having such a hard time catching
her breath.

For whatever reason, Jack frowned
at that, and he removed his hands from her and stepped back until they weren't
touching anymore.

Cindy watched him, telling herself
the harsh beating of her heart was only because she didn't know what he was up
to.

Jack sat down on the bed. He rested
his elbows on his knees like they were about to have a friendly conversation or
something.

"All right, then," he
said. "Prove it. Strip."

"What?" Cindy asked.

He lifted a brow at her. "Why
not? Did you think I'd want to fuck you with your clothes on?"

"And I'm supposed to get
completely naked with this on my arm," Cindy said, lifting the shackle
with the chain that attached the both of them together.

"I can cut the strap on your
dress, and your bra doesn't have any of those anyway. It won't be a problem."

He was totally right. The straps of
her dress were little better than strings. She wouldn't have to worry about
some if her clothes hanging off her arm if she were to try and remove them.

"You want to rip my clothes
off, now, do you?" Cindy asked. She kept that same confident tone in her
voice, even if it was fake and forced.

Did she want him to rip her clothes
away? Would she be able to handle it if he forcibly yanked her out of her clothes
like in some bodice ripper romance novel, just so he could have better access
to her body?

The idea of him being that rough,
of destroying her clothing with the urge to lay her down and put his cock
inside of her, lick her naked skin and just
own
her, made her shiver.

She still hooked her thumb under
the strap of her dress. "All right then, go ahead."

Jack crooked his finger at her,
summoning her forward, and God help her, she went. The chain between them
clinked, and then Cindy was standing between Jack's spread knees, and she
leaned forward enough so that he would be able to see down her cleavage if he
looked.

He didn't look. He stared her right
in the face as he reached for the strap, and with both hands and what felt like
no effort at all, he snapped it.

"There, now you're free,"
Jack said.

"Not really," she
replied.

He shrugged. "You know what I
meant. You were going to give me a show?"

There was something about Jack when
he was being a cocky ass, as opposed to the one who was too much of a gentleman,
that was kind of a turn on. Her heart had never beat so fast, and her blood
never pumped so hot when they were last together.

It wasn't a good thing for her to
dwell on.

Either way, she was going to give
him a show he wouldn't ever forget. That way, if she didn't escape and he did
give her to the collectors, he could think about this for the rest of his life.
She would haunt him with the memory as one final fuck you.

If she got away from him before
that, then this was still something he could fantasize about. She only enjoyed
that idea because sometimes she could be a bit of a bitch.

Cindy slowly let the strap that
wasn't broken slide down her shoulder. She kept the sexy,
I know you want
this,
smirk on her face that she'd seen girls do in the movies when they
wanted to be seductive.

Jack hardly blinked, or did
anything. He had perfected the face of the man who was completely unimpressed,
the jerk.

Cindy was going to have to play
rough. She turned around, sticking out her backside just a enough to make it more
noticeable as she slid the little black dress down her body, revealing the back
of her matching lace bra and thong. "You like it?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I haven't even
moved. How can you tell if I'm liking anything you're showing me?"

Bastard
.

"I'm a pyro, Jack.
Heat
is sort of my thing, and I can tell you're getting hot."

"Yeah, how silly of me to
forget that a pyro works with
fire
."

It would've been hard to miss the
emphasis on that particular word. It really hurt, like he'd stabbed her through
the ribs with a thin knife.

A thin and
rusty
knife.

Cindy swallowed it down. She wasn't
letting him get to her. Not a fucking chance. She was the one who was going to
get to him.

She kept her ass pushed out just
enough to hopefully give him all sorts of ideas, and she reached up for the
clip of her bra, unhooking it and letting it fall away from her breasts.

Cindy didn't allow it to drop to
the floor, however. She kept it pinched between her fingers and held it away
from her body. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder.

She could see the reaction he was
having to her plainly between his legs. Even a sturdy pair of jeans couldn't
hide that.

"Are you going to touch
yourself?" she asked.

"Are you ever going to turn
around?"

His voice was so damned cold, and
despite the reaction of his body, and the heat she could sense, the doubts
started to pop up.

She kept the forced smile on her
face. "I guess it's not like you've never seen them before," she
said, and then swiveled around so he could have a proper look.

Spine straight, stomach tight and
shoulders back. Good posture was the key to making herself look taller, and her
breasts seem more perky. She remembered that lesson from one of her old
roommates, not Stacy or Stephanie, but rather a girl who'd been obsessed with
her self image.

She'd claimed it had saved her on
more than one occasion when she had to get flirty with a hunter who had caught
her, even if she never told Cindy anything about her powers.

Cindy really wished she hadn't
thought of that woman right now, considering what she was trying to do.

She was really starting to see some
results, however, and she no longer had to fake her smile as she took in the
way Jack stared at her. How his eyes had widened just enough for her to see the
whites around his blue spheres.

Had he expected her to back out of
it? Was this a test to see if she'd chicken out? If so, then he was the one
who'd failed.

Bravery and boldness filled her up
as she hooked her fingers into the black lace of her panties. "I guess
these are next," she said.

Jack leaned back on the bed,
propping himself up on his hands at a slight angle. "I guess so."

"You should take your pants
off, then I'll take these off," Cindy said.

"I'm happier staying dressed,"
Jack replied.

There was no way she was letting
him get away with that. "You're going to have to get them off if you want
me to get on my knees for you."

His blue eyes got just a little
wider, but only for the tiniest fraction of a second before Jack started to
work his fumbling fingers over his belt and fly. It was cute how he was trying
to be all cool and in control about it.

She was getting to him. This was
actually working.

"Good boy," Cindy said.

"Watch it," Jack warned
with a growl.

"Or what? You'll spank me?
That sounds kind of fun."

"I won't spank you. I'll just
punish you," Jack said in a threatening tone as he got his jeans down his
hips, just enough for his erection to pop free. Cindy was having a hard time
taking her eyes off his erect cock, even as she pushed down her panties and
stepped out of them.

He was already completely hard, the
head of his cock was dark in color, and Cindy really wanted to know if she
still had the skills to make him moan the way he used to with just her mouth.

That was it. She convinced herself
it had nothing to do with wanting to get on her knees for him because she
weirdly found this power he had over her to be a turn on. This was just about
getting him to soften up so he would hopefully, maybe, consider the fact that
she wasn't guilty, and then let her go before the Collectors came.

"Punish me how?" Cindy
asked. Her throat was surprisingly dry. On the opposite end of the spectrum,
the space between her legs was flooding with moisture.

Jesus. She was a sex kitten. All it
had taken was for her ex boyfriend to kidnap her and put her in chains before
she realized it. Thinking about that made her smile a little.

Jack raised a brow at her. He
must've caught how strange her voice sounded just then, and her stupid little
smirk was probably cause for confusion.

Cindy kind of expected him to bark
something at her, to make threats, or tell her that this wasn't remotely worth
smiling about.

Jack didn't say any of those
things. He pulled on the chain, yanking her forward instead, and God help her,
she liked it. "Come over here and I'll show you how I punish bad
paranormals."