Alpha Geek (3 page)

SIX

Scarlett couldn’t breathe. Tension unfurled inside her, breaking all speed records. In thirty seconds flat, she was thrashing on the bed, her heels digging into his back as she came hard on his mouth. A loud scream tore from her throat. She blinked the spots away from her vision. God. She’d never realized a human man could make her that hot.

She was still shaking when his pants came down and his cock moved to her entrance. He slipped the same fingers he’d had in her pussy into her mouth. “Taste yourself.” He rubbed his fingers on her tongue. “See how sweet you are. My cock wants to taste you now.”

Lord. This human might be the exception to the rule. How was a geek this fucking dirty?

He thrust hard, in one smooth glide he was balls deep inside her. She moaned, his fingers still in her mouth. She continued to suck them, her flavor lingering on her tongue.

He filled her tight heat, drawing gasps and moans as he fucked her. Every thrust had her wishing she could touch him. His arms and shoulder muscles bunched as he tensed with every plunge into her sex.

Gripping the bedding, she ignored the sound of material tearing. She knew she’d done that, but her focus was on his face and the way he looked deeply into her eyes with every thrust.

“I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”

He yanked her top down, spilling her breasts and cupping one into his palm. Leaning forward, he lifted her ass off the bed, her legs still over his shoulders, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His cool tongue curled around the tip and then his blunt teeth bit down, making her pussy suck hard on his cock.

“Fuck, baby. Do that again,” he ground out through clenched teeth.

Another bite on her nipple and she did. A full body shudder shot down her back and straight to her clit, her pussy grasping at his dick.

He moved her legs off his shoulders to curl around his waist, driving deeper into her. She licked her lips. “Kiss me, Knox.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips came crashing over hers. Thirsty. Hungry. Desperate. Her mind shut down as his scent filled her senses. Their tongues twined, slid and caressed. He took her breath and gave his back, his cock still pounding into her.

Then he pressed a finger to her clit as he rammed her. She tried to hang on, but her feline wasn’t listening. There was an overload of sensations and she fell over the edge.

Mounting pleasure washed over her with his continued thrusts. Her pussy tightened around his cock. He took the scream from her lips, swallowing it as he continued to plunge inside her.

Then he slowed, his lips came off her and he stared deeply into her eyes. “This is only the beginning, Scarlett.”

His head dropped, his shoulder within reach of her lips. Her lioness roared. This was her chance to take him. To make him hers. He belonged to her.

Mine! Mine! Mine!

She sucked on his shoulder, her teeth elongating into canines. Then she remembered why she was tied up. She wasn’t mating him. There was no way she’d be responsible for hurting him. If he didn’t take the change, her bite could kill him.

So she nibbled on his slick shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make him come inside her. To make her moan and come again from the feel of his cum filling her channel.

When she tried to push her lioness back, the animal fought her for control. This wasn’t her first rodeo. Her lioness knew Scarlett was the stronger of the two. Yet, at that moment, her animal tried to break loose and bite Knox. No! She couldn’t have that. She steeled herself against the animal, but in her aroused state, it was hard to wrap her mind around not wanting him for a mate when she truly did. If she didn’t do something soon, he’d be bitten, scratched, and possibly dead in the next thirty seconds.

She tore the scarves off the bed and did the only thing she could think of: she shoved Knox off and ran. Her shift came quickly as she crashed through the glass door and ran into the waiting forest.

SEVEN

Knox got up from the floor and ran to the broken glass door. She was gone. His cock was still wet from her pussy juices and though he’d just come inside her, fuck!, he wanted more. Wanted her. He zipped up his pants and continued to stare into the forest. He clenched his teeth and picked up his glasses from the chair he’d tossed them on.

Two of the dozens of guards he’d hired to oversee the event showed up. They saw the door and him.

“Everything’s fine,” he said before they went looking for her. The last thing he wanted was some other man finding his woman because she was his, whether she agreed with him or not.

“Sir, did you want us to block off this area?”

He nodded and walked out the broken door, carefully avoiding shards. The men dispersed to find the supplies needed to clear out the glass and shut down the shattered door. Thank goodness the men worked for Nick and were used to that kind of stuff. A busted door was nothing when someone was trying to kill a musical idol.

Knox pulled out his phone and sent Shani a text. He wanted to make sure someone let him know when Scarlett showed up. And if she was okay.

He marched toward the front of the house when he saw someone being dragged into the trees near his house. He rushed forward, glancing around to see if any of the security he hired were back. None of them were around. Waiting might be wisest, but he didn’t want to take chances. What if someone needed help?

He rushed into the woods, trying to hear for the couple he’d seen. Leaves crunched under the pressure of his boots. He should’ve grabbed a jacket before coming out. It was nippy.

“Let me go!”

The sound was faint, but he ran toward it. The woman’s voice sounded panicked and scared.

“You’re coming with me, princess.”

“I said let go!”

Knox ran faster toward the voices until they got closer and closer. He passed a tree and came up on a man dragging a woman he knew all too well.

“Lisa?” So she had shown up, even after he’d told her he couldn’t date her any longer but would be happy to keep her father on as a client.

Lisa turned to him, her eyes filled with horror. “Knox, get help. I don’t want to be some guy’s play thing.”

The guy was big with large muscles and a bald head. He laughed at Knox. “Get the hell out of here before you get your face damaged.”

“You heard him. Get out of here, puny human,” said a voice behind Knox.

“Maybe he wants to play,” a third guy said. He was the biggest with a long scar on the side of his face from left eye to upper lip.

The other two guys closed in on him. He pressed the number one button on his cell phone that should bring him immediate help. His guards would be there soon.

Scar face marched over to Lisa and squeezed her face in his hands. “You’ll be mine tonight.”

“Get away from me!” she screeched. “I’m not interested in being your anything.”

Knox took three steps forward, but scar face turned golden eyes at him. “The human doesn’t get it. I think he has a death wish.”

“Leave her alone,” he said and pressed the button on his phone again. Where the fuck were the guards?

“I think you’re right, Mike,” the guy who had Lisa let go and came around to Knox’s side. “He does have a death wish.”

Scar face yanked Lisa into his arms, his fingers digging into her side as he ignored her struggles and kissed her.

She screamed for Knox. He should have waited. He knew that. But instinct won out and the need to protect was one he couldn’t fight. He tried to run to the guy, but the two guys grabbed him. They dragged him forward to the scar man.

His features changed, face elongating and hands turning into claws. “Then death it shall be.”

It took Knox a second to realize what he was saying. By the time he did, the guy was tearing up his chest with a single swing of his claws. Knox glanced down. Blood seeped from his chest wounds. He didn’t feel pain. Heat centered at his chest.

The other two let him go. He took the last few steps in a hurry and tried to pull Lisa out of the guy’s grasp. He dug his claws into Knox’s shoulder and yanked hard, stripping the arm to near bone.

He fell to the ground. Pain radiated in his chest. He couldn’t feel his arm. Lisa and the man grabbing her turned fuzzy in his view. His glasses were gone. “Lisa…”

“Knox, don’t die. I need you to help me!”

Knox opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue felt heavy. He couldn’t speak. His vision tunneled, black closing in from the edges. He wanted to apologize to her that this happened at his party. The last thing he saw before everything turned dark was Lisa spitting on scar guy and him lifting a clawed hand and going for her face.

EIGHT

Scarlett ran into the bedroom where they had Knox in the mansion. Her stomach was going to toss out everything she ate the day before. Seeing as she hadn’t a thing right before Knox’s party and definitely nothing right after, she didn’t think she’d vomit much. Nick had called her as he headed for the mansion when Knox was found. She’d hauled ass and got there as quickly as she could, not twenty minutes after the call.

“Nick,” she said hastily in the bedroom.

A piercing scream from the bed made her stop and wince. Knox was chained with huge links to the wall behind the headboard. She tried to run to him, but Nick grasped her arm and stopped her.

“He’s transitioning.”

“Into what?”

“Wolf,” Nick said. “I hope he is, anyway.”

She met his gaze, her heart thumping so hard, she could barely hear anything else. “What happened? Who did this?”

Nick shook his head. “I don’t know. My men didn’t scent anyone in the area. They found him like this. Dying.”

“Alone?” She gulped and took a step toward the bed, her gut clenching with fear.

“We scented a female, but there was no sign of her in the area,” one of the guards said.

She watched Knox thrash, his face pale, and his chest and arm covered in blood. “There has to be something we can do.” She turned to Nick. “Do something!”

Nick pressed his lips together. “What do you want me to do, Scarlett? He’s past what I can do for him. Even if I bit him now, there’s no chance he’d take a lion. He’s already struggling against a wolf. In his condition, there’s very little hope for him.”

She ran for the bed, ignoring those watching and grabbed Knox’s chained hand in her own. “Knox?”

A loud growl sounded from him followed by a scream filled with so much pain, she choked back tears. “Knox, please. You have to fight to stay alive. Let the animal connect with you.”

Another scream and mumble of something she didn’t understand.

“Nick, what about Zeke?” Shani asked from the back of the room. “He’s been working on something.”

“We don’t know if that would help or make things worse,” Nick told her.

Scarlett turned to Nick. “Who’s Zeke?”

“An old college friend of mine and Knox’s. He’s a scientist working on curing human diseases with shifter blood.”

Shani cleared her throat and took Nick’s arm. “Zeke mentioned the last time he came to dinner that when one of his smallest lab rats was injured by the office cat, he’d injected his newest serum into the animal and it had healed.”

“Call him!” Scarlett screamed.

“We don’t know if that would work on a human, much less one this close to death,” Nick stated.

“Don’t say that! He’s not going to die. I won’t let him,” she screamed.

Shani’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Scarlett.”

“Call him, Nick. Please,” she cried, wiping angry tears from her cheeks. “Call him or I swear I’ll scour this city until I find him.”

Nick growled. “Fine. But I make no promises.”

* * *

By the time Zeke showed up, almost an hour later, Knox was barely hanging on. The screams had subsided. She’d covered his injuries with ointment and gauze bandages. It made her feel she was helping somehow.

“Holy Toledo, what the hell happened exactly?” Zeke, a scrawny guy with giant Coke bottle glasses asked. He wore a Hans Solo T-shirt with a pair of black jeans a size too large.

“He was attacked by a wolf shifter,” Nick growled. “I already told you this.”

Zeke raised his hands and opened his briefcase on the dresser. “I don’t know how much help this will be, Nick. He looks half-dead already.”

He pulled out four vials and syringes. He filled each with one of the vial solutions and then headed for the bed. He glanced at the guards. “You need to hold him down.”

“He’s chained up,” one of the guards said.

Zeke glared. “Did I stutter?”

Four guys held Knox’s limbs as he injected him with each of the four needles.

Scarlett gulped back the knot in her throat. She’d given up on crying. That shit wasn’t helping Knox. She needed answers. “Now what?”

“Now, we wait,” Zeke replied.

“What did you give him?” she asked.

“A cocktail of things. Basically, if he comes back after all that, he’ll be really different.”

“Different how?” Nick asked.

“I’ve been testing a new drug that gives my specimens the same strength as a shifter, without the animal. I gave him that. I also gave him adrenaline to wake the wolf if he’s in there or speed his heart rate to get some kind of reaction from him.” He put the vials away along with the needles. “I gave him something that will help regenerate his wounds, if he can get his mind to focus on them it.”

“And the last one, what was it?” Shani asked.

Zeke took his glasses off and started wiping them. “A cocktail of alpha shifter DNA I replicated.”

“You can’t make an alpha,” Nick argued.

Zeke shrugged. “Try telling that to my experiments. We’ll find out soon enough if I can or not. I discovered that alpha shifters have a higher recuperation speed. More strength. And bigger bodies than all other shifters of their kind.”

Scarlett glanced at Knox. He wasn’t moving, and for all she knew, he had moments left. “What alpha shifters did you replicate?”

Zeke grinned. “A few of the top ones. If this works the way it’s supposed to, he’ll either be a multi-shifter or one of the animals will take control and lay claim on his body.”

Scarlett gasped. “When will we know if it’s working?”

Zeke raised his slim shoulders. “In the lab, sometimes it took days, other times moments before I saw results. I’m doing something I’ve never done. I have no idea what’s going to happen.”

Nick sighed. “Okay. We’ll keep him guarded at all times.” He turned to Shani. “You should go home. Get some rest.”

She nodded. “Mom’s with the kids, but I do want to check on them.”

“Hey, is there anything to eat in this place?” Zeke asked. “I had to leave my lab before I got a chance to eat dinner.”

“Yeah. Come with me. I’ll take you to the kitchen,” Nick said. “Let’s go, love,” he told Shani.

Shani gave Scarlett a hug. “Have faith. He’ll be okay.”

Scarlett squeezed her hand. She turned to the bed and pulled up the closest chair and sat, watching Knox for any change. People filed out of the room. The two guards in the room with her glanced at each other.

She said, “You can wait outside.”

“It’s probably best if we stay here,” one of the men replied.

She bared her teeth at him. “I can take care of myself. Wait outside.”

The guys walked out behind the others. Finally, she was alone with Knox in the bedroom. One of the many bedrooms in what she now knew was his mansion. The party had quickly come to an end once he’d been attacked. Everyone had been sent home, but no one knew why.

She gazed at his features. Knox. This was why she hadn’t wanted to bite him. What the hell was he doing in the forest? Whom was he with?

She swallowed hard at the lump in her throat.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have left, but I didn’t want to hurt you.” She pushed away the urge to cry. He didn’t need that. She had to be strong. For him. “I’ve never wanted a man the way I do you. Earlier tonight, I almost lost control of my lioness.” She pulled the chair closer until she was right next to the bed, able to touch his unmoving hand. “I wish I could go back and stay.”

Fuck. This was some bullshit. She dropped her head on her hand covering his. If he died―no, he wouldn’t die. He couldn’t. Her lioness rejected the idea. He was hers. Knox was a genius in investment banking, but she knew there was a lot more to him than that. She wanted to get to know the rest of him.

“What am I going to do?” she whispered.

A soft grunt replied. She jerked up in her seat and glanced at him. Her jaw fell open as she watched his body transform. His already tight abs became more defined. His arms and shoulder muscles bulked. His hair grew and so did a beard.

She glanced down, tugging at the bandage she’d put on his deep chest wounds. They were gone. He was once again smooth and muscular. A lot more muscular than before. Flinging off the blanket covering his legs, she watched them grow big and powerful.

Oh, hell. Her gaze strayed to his groin. That had to be some kind of joke. There was no fucking way his cock was growing before her very eyes and he wasn’t even conscious.

“Fuck!”