Lone Wolf’s Captive
Sherilee Gray
Lone Wolf’s Captive
Sherilee Gray
He let her father chase him off once, but this time nothing is getting in his way.
Fletcher Stone was forced out of the pack life, and now he makes his living as a hired thug, living day-to-day without honour or commitments. Shame over his choices and his lifestyle keep him from returning to the pack to claim Delaney — the woman who holds his heart. But when a rival pack hires him to kidnap her, Fletcher takes his chance. Now he must convince her that he never wanted to leave…and reveal a betrayal that will break her heart.
Delaney Jones has spent the last five years convinced the man she loves is dead. Nothing else would keep him from her. So when Fletcher shows up, whole, healthy, and very much alive, she’s devastated — and pissed off. He broke her heart once and he’s never going to get close enough to do it again.
About the Author
Sherilee’s always had a big (some may say warped) imagination, and as a kid scared herself conjuring up horror stories full of terrifying creatures. Now all grown up, she still has the big imagination, and she still has monsters in her stories… only now they’re chasing their happily ever after. Based in beautiful New Zealand with her extremely supportive husband and their two children, she spends her time writing and fueling her voracious book addiction.
Acknowledgements
Firstly, to my friends and family, you’ll never know how much your support and encouragement means to me. Thanks for understanding that sometimes I have to check out of the real world to visit my imaginary ones. And a huge thanks to my awesome beta readers Melissa Cryer, Nicola Davidson and Kelly Graham. You guys rock.
For Vaughan who believed in me from the very beginning. I love you, babe. And to Kelly, thanks for making me laugh till I cry, and for being my awesome big sister. If you hadn’t convinced me to read that first book, I wouldn’t be writing this now.
Contents
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Fletcher Stone tapped out a rapid beat on the steering wheel then glanced down at the big hand for the hundredth time. Was the fucker even moving? He lifted the watch to his ear. Nope, battery hadn’t gone flat—more like he’d lost his ever lovin’ mind.
God, he hated the city, boxed in like a damn prison cell. All this steel and concrete was giving him an eye twitch. His wolf reared up, clawed at his subconscious, wanting to break free, to run off this closed in, edgy feeling.
He forced it back and focused on keeping his conflicted emotions in check. There was no going back now. His gut churned with anticipation and, he could admit, a good dose of fear. It’d been so long since he’d allowed himself to feel much of anything and the now constant, erratic pounding of his heart was making him light headed.
Dropping his gaze, he watched the last fifteen seconds tick by then glanced up. Right on cue, Delaney Jones pushed through the glass double doors of Black Hills Consultancy, like her body clock was hard wired to the wall-mounted digital in the foyer.
“Laney.” Her name rushed past his lips, forcing all the oxygen from his lungs.
Time hadn’t diminished the effect she had on him. That winded, achy feeling he got when he looked at her was right there, front and centre.
He watched her step out onto the street. She’d always been punctual, even when they were kids. She’d never be so rude as to leave her keepers waiting.
Only today they weren’t coming. Their Escalade should be smoking up a storm, having broken down on the side of the road by now.
Studying her face, he couldn’t believe how little she’d changed. And he should know. Every detail remained etched into his memory, never dimming or fading from the last time he’d seen her.
She looked relaxed and sexy in jeans, boots and a fluffy pink sweater. Her thick, multihued hair was pulled back in a messy bun and he could see at least two pens poking out of the heavy mass.
Irritation rose at the sight of her standing there, so defenceless, so sheltered. A casual observer would never suspect the casually dressed female, currently head down, studying a pile of dog-eared papers was the CEO of a highly successful IT security company.
Thanks to Delaney’s hard work and vision, the she-wolf and her people were thriving. The Black Hills pack had every luxury and modern convenience available, which made her a prize addition to any one of the surrounding packs, and the reason her father kept her on lockdown or had her followed around by goons.
For the first time in his life, Fletch was thankful for the grim reputation he’d more than earned. Brody, the alpha of nearby Oakwood, had wanted this job done by the best and Fletch was without doubt the best. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but he couldn’t change the past. If that were possible, well…a lot of things would have turned out differently.
How would she react when she saw him?
In a few moments he’d know the answer to a question that had given him more sleepless nights than he could count.
He continued to watch her, oblivious to her surroundings. Completely absorbed in her reading. Just like Brody said she would be. The bastard was right. Living under her father’s constant watch had made her one hell of an easy target. Her complacency made him grit his teeth so hard he was surprised he didn’t lose a fang.
Shoving on a pair of sunglasses and yanking down the ball cap he’d acquired, Fletch climbed out of his truck. The clothes he’d stolen from her minders, after he’d poured sugar in their fuel tank, were not his usual thing. He’d never worn slacks in his life, but their stench should at least mask his scent long enough to get her moving. He didn’t hesitate and strode towards the oblivious female. She offered up a distracted ‘hey’ when he reached her side. Still, she didn’t even lift her head.
“This way.” Fletch attempted to soften his tone, though he didn’t sound anything like the naïve twenty-one year old he’d been when they’d last been together. He knew from experience the way he sounded now unnerved some people.
He lightly gripped her elbow, warmth seeped through her soft sweater, searing his palm. He sucked in a breath, taking in a lungful of her familiar, exquisite scent.
Jesus.
She continued reading, assuming he was one of her keepers. He didn’t know how she did it, but she never lifted her head once and allowed him to guide her towards his truck.
This whole abduction thing was going a hell of a lot easier than he thought it would, thanks to her complete lack of self-preservation.
They reached his truck and he pulled the door open for her. Delaney threw her bag in then climbed up. Head still down, she flicked over the top sheet of paper and continued to study whatever it was that had her so engrossed.
Fletch went around to the driver’s side, flung the cap and glasses in the back, climbed in and sliding the keys into the ignition, sat back to wait.
Holy shit. His heart felt like a jack hammer trying to break through his ribcage.
Come on, look at me, baby.
A lock of reddish-brown silk slid down to rest against her cheek and she bit her lip. He wanted to reach out, brush it behind her ear and trail his fingers down her smooth, satin skin.
When she finished reading her page, she didn’t turn to the next. No, her shoulders tensed, her entire body going rigid. Little lines crinkled her nose and she took a delicate sniff.
Five, four, three, two…
A r
agged gasp filled the silence, and the sheets of paper clutched in her hands slipped from her fingers, tumbling to the floor.
“Fletch?” Her eyes remained focused on a spot by her feet.
“Yeah.” He clenched his fists to stop from reaching for her.
He didn’t know how this would play out. Five years was a fucking long time. It cost him, but he managed to school his features and wait for her to make the next move.
Her head snapped up, amber eyes wide. “Fletch?” Scrambling to her knees, she slammed her back against the door, staring at him like she couldn’t quite believe he was real, like she was looking at a ghost.
He stared back, letting her get over the shock of seeing him, doing his best to mask the hurricane ripping him to shreds on the inside.
The longest damn minutes of his shitty life.
A pained sound tore from her throat and without another word, she pounced, landing in his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Stunned, he sat completely still as she nuzzled at his neck and jaw, alternating between drawing in his scent and raining smacking kisses all over his face and neck. Then all intelligible thought dissolved at the press of Delaney’s soft curves against him.
Oh God, she felt good, so damn good. He curled his fingers around her hips, loving the way her strong thighs bracketed his. Her soft hair brushed his cheek and he turned into it, burying his nose, holding her to him and overloading his senses with her familiar, delicate scent.
She thrust her fingers into his overgrown hair, nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Oh yeah. If he’d been in wolf form his tail would be wagging hard enough to cause a tornado. As it was, stopping his foot from thumping against the floor was hard enough.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. It was hard, but he managed to keep his tongue in his head and his panting to a minimum as she continued to run her fingers over his scalp and through his hair. He needed to say something, but the way her curvy body moved against his was making it impossible to form a coherent sentence.
“It’s really you?”
With her head tucked under his chin, her lips brushed against his throat, making his skin tingle. She was killing him. “Yeah, Sugar. It’s me.”
“You’re not dead,” she whispered. The subtle contact of those lips moving on him again had his body trembling beneath hers. It took all his effort not to pull her up and take her mouth in a hard kiss.
“No,” he croaked.
She released a shaky breath and pulled back. “There’s nothing wrong with you?”
He shook his head.
She yanked up his shirt and studied his chest. He was barely hanging on by a thread as it was, but then she put her hands on him, running her fingers over his abs and chest.
He couldn’t help it, he groaned. “What are you…?” Then her hands were back in his hair and he was back to not being able to talk.
“No scars. No sign of head injury.”
She was speaking to herself now, taking inventory of his injuries—or lack thereof.
That’s what she was doing? Did she think he’d suffered some kind of brain damage?
She frowned, brow furrowing. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfectly healthy.”
“Yes.” Fletch watched as different emotions played across her features, none of them good. Then she bit her lip and unshed tears welled in her eyes. Aw crap. Nothing much affected Fletch these days…except for this; he couldn’t bear to see Laney cry.
“Laney… babe.”
Those beautiful eyes narrowed, going from sad to pissed in two-point-five seconds. Her full lips compressed into a hard line. “You. Are. Not. Dead.” She punctuated each word with a finger jab to the chest.
Okay, now he was just plain confused. He shook his head, confirming the whole beating heart thing. She growled low then in a blur of movement, one of those prettily manicured hands appeared out of nowhere and made sharp contact with the side of his face. Hard enough to rattle his skull and cause the head injury she’d been checking for.
“Don’t you dare ‘Laney’ me!” Her voice shook with emotion.
“Jesus Christ, Sug—” She slapped him again and this time his ear started ringing. “Damn it, woman! Stop hitting me.”
“Fine.” She scrambled off his lap and yanked the door open.
Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist before she could take off across the parking lot. “Sorry, babe. I can’t let you go.”
“You didn’t have a problem letting me go five years ago.” She twisted her arm, trying to break his hold.
The verbal jab felt like a kick to the guts and he clamped his lips together before he said something she wasn’t ready to hear. “You need to come with me, Delaney.”
“Like hell. You let go of me Fletcher, right goddamned now.” She spun around, lifting her foot, and kicked out. He’d moved closer to stop her escape and her boot connected solidly with his balls.
“Motherfuck!” Somehow he managed to maintain his hold on her while he gasped for breath and tried not to throw up. She stopped fighting for a moment, wincing before that bloody stubborn expression returned and she tried to yank free again.
“I’m sorry, Fletch. But I’m not sorry I kicked you. You deserved that and a hell of a lot more.”
“You’re sorry that you’re not sorry? Kind of cancels out the first apology, don’t you think?” He panted.
She stilled, her brow scrunching as she contemplated that bit of puzzling genius. It gave him a chance to get a firmer grasp on her. He tightened his grip, not wanting to hurt her, but refusing to let go of the pissed off, squirming she-wolf.
She shook her head. “I can’t do this. I have to go, Fletcher. People are waiting for me.”
“Can’t let you do that, Sugar. You’re coming home with me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you so damned arrogant? You think you can just show up here after five years? You really think I’d be so pleased, so…so grateful you decided to grace me with your presence that I’d immediately jump all over you?”
“You seemed pretty comfortable in my lap two minutes ago,” he reminded her.
A frustrated growl rumbled from the back of her throat. The low, throaty sound was sexy as all hell.
“You’re an ass.” This time when she tried to pull free, he tugged on her hand and she tumbled back inside the cab of his truck. Her body landed awkwardly across his lap. “Let me go, Fletch. Goddamnit, I mean it.”
“No.”
Her fist balled at her side and her eyes darted to his lap. He twisted his hips just in time and managed to deflect another hit to the jewels. Then all holy hell broke loose. He watched, dumbfounded, as his once timid and sweet-natured female, attacked.
Granted, she fought more like an extremely pissed off, slightly insane wild cat than a she-wolf. But still.
Her eyes changed to pale gold and her fangs slid into place. She was about to shift, right here in his truck and use his nuts as a chew toy. He hated to do it, but she hadn’t left him much choice.
Gripping the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder blade, he applied just the right amount of pressure. Her stunned gaze darted to his and her eyes widened, right before she crumpled in a heap on top of him.
Breathing hard, he looked down at her, motionless, lying across his lap. Shit. He’d pay for that when she woke up.
He quickly moved her into a more comfortable position then reached around and fastened her seatbelt. When he sat back, he took a moment to drink her in. Her face was squashed up against the window, some of her hair had broken loose and she was drooling a little.
He grinned. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life.
Chapter 2
The heavy weight of sleep began to lift, but Delaney wasn’t ready to wake yet. Her mattress was too soft and cosy. Dragging the covers higher, she snuggled deeper into their warmth, unable to stop a happy chuff from escaping her throat.
A wonderful scent drifted up from
the bedding, surrounding her. So good. She buried her nose in her pillow, inhaling deeply. As soon as she did, her inner wolf lifted her head and took notice. Another contented chuff broke free as her body warmed and little zings of pleasure shot through her lower belly.
All her sleepy brain could process in that moment was how fantastic she felt. She wanted to breathe in that amazing scent until she was dizzy, roll around on its source until it coated every inch of her skin.
She didn’t want to go to work today. She wanted to stay right here, but her ride would be here soon and she had a lot to do this morning. After a few minutes, lids still heavy, she attempted to open her eyes. It took a couple of tries, but she managed to open them a fraction.
Muted light filled the room. Still she squinted, needing a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She stiffened.
Where the hell was she?
Memories flooded back with full force. Oh, God. Fletch. Fletcher was back.
It wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, this was really happening. The warm feeling she had woken with drained from her limbs, leaving her cold.
All this time she believed something terrible had happened to him. Pain lanced through her chest. The way he spoke to her: rough, clipped. He wasn’t the Fletch she’d known and loved with all her heart. This Fletch seemed different, harder. Her belly flipped, remembering the determined look on his face, the way he’d refused to let her go.
The bastard had knocked her out!
Keeping her lids low, she scanned as much of the room as she could from her prone position. It was impossible to see anything without moving her head, but she wasn’t ready to let him know she’d woken yet.
Closing her eyes again, she concentrated on the sounds around her. There was no street noise, no cars or the distant murmur of people talking. Instead the room hummed with the muted sounds of the forest: lively birdsong, the rustle of leaves and the creak of branches as they moved in the breeze.
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