Falke’s Captive (3 page)

Anger simmered beneath his skin, and he let it show with a vicious snarl.

Was this all a set up? Did he and Reidar miss something, some kind of sign, the other night in the pub?
Fuck.
He was usually a better judge of character, better able to read people, but this woman had him doubting himself.

“Hey. You’re okay,” she murmured, pushing up her wire-rimmed glasses as she bent to peer into his eyes. She wore a lab coat with University of Washington embroidered above the pocket on her more than ample chest.

At least she’d told the truth about her college.

Where the hell was he? Was all that talk about hiking with friends in Wenatchee just bullshit?

“Looks like the drug finally wore off. Didn’t think you’d be down so long.”

She shot him with the dart? The bitch!

A gorgeous one, but a bitch nonetheless. He bared his teeth and hissed.
Let me out of here!

She stumbled back and landed on a chair. “Whoa,” she whispered as she shook her head and touched her temple.

Damn, he must not be all with it yet. He might have sent that thought to her. In catamount form, he and his brothers had the ability to send their thoughts to humans. Not a good thing in this case. Not if he was some goddamned lab experiment.

“That was weird.” She tilted her head and muttered to herself, “Get it together, Beth. You start acting like Dr. Dolittle and the professor might reconsider letting you participate in this field assignment.”

Field assignment? So maybe she hadn’t hauled him back to the university. He glanced around the narrow room. A door centered on one of the long sides. No windows, although an A/C unit hummed high in the short wall straight ahead of him. Behind him sat an ATV. And beyond that a set of big double doors like those of a tractor trailer. A mobile lab? What the hell was going on?

A bank of computers took up the top of one table. He was in the only cage, and it was big—the right size for a full-grown cougar. A stainless steel freezer-looking thing occupied one wall, along with some storage cabinets and more countertops with a microscope and a bunch of other equipment he couldn’t begin to identify. On the desktop near one of the computers lay a tranquilizer gun and three red-and-white-tailed darts.

He snarled again.

“I wonder. How long have you been on your own?” Beth stood and lifted a bowl off the floor. As she approached his prison, she moved with more caution than before and whispered, “It’s okay, big boy. Really. We’re not gonna hurt you. I promise.”

She stared at him as she came closer, and she damn near mesmerized him. Her eyes were so light they were almost unreal—so intense. At the pub, they’d sparkled with humor and what he was sure had been lust. Now they showed tender caring. Her voice was husky, sexier than all hell. And her scent. He licked his chops, wanting a taste. That chaste, almost nothing kiss they’d exchanged at the hotel had left him hungry for more. And now, in his catamount form, he could smell her and knew she’d taste like heaven.

Before he realized what she was doing, she opened a small door at the bottom of the cage and slid the bowl of water inside. He glanced down at it as the momentum made a few drops splash over the side of the dish. The tiny door clinked back into place.

“See there? It’s okay, big fella. It’s just water. You must be thirsty. Right?”

Should he trust her? Would she drug him again?

“Go on. It’s okay,” she murmured, her forehead furrowed. Under the harsh fluorescent lighting, strands of spun gold shot through her deep auburn hair. It must be amazing to see in the sunlight. Like the night before, her tresses were pulled back into a bun, but this one drooped a bit, and he could see a few pieces of what looked like twigs stuck in them.

She gave him a tentative smile. So damn eager and friendly. As if she didn’t mean him any harm.

He bent his head and sniffed the water. It smelled clean. He took one lap to test it, then more and more, trying to quench his thirst and bring moisture back to his throat.

“That’s a good boy. Tim’s out getting you some food now. We’ll take good care of you until we figure out where you belong.”

That brought him up short.

All he had to do was change into human form and unlatch the cage to free himself; she hadn’t used a padlock on the cage’s slide bolt. But he couldn’t shift in front of her. What if she never left? He glanced around again looking for sleeping bags or other camping equipment but found none. How long would he have to sit in this prison? How long before his family, or at least Reidar, realized he was missing and went looking for him?

Shit
. All they’d find was his clothes strewn on the path behind Axel’s house. Not good. So not good. Kelan sat on his haunches, his head drooping. As pissed off as he was at Axel, he didn’t need his brother worrying about him. And his dads.
Damn it.
He couldn’t have them thinking he might’ve run off.

The anger returned, this time aimed at himself. How could he have been so fucking careless?

“Hey there, big guy. What’s wrong?”

He looked up at the woman who stared at him with obvious concern. Caught by a girl—a pretty girl, but still no excuse. He tried to glare a hole through the floor.

“You’re probably not used to being locked up, huh?”

He huffed and wanted to roll his eyes.

She made a sad face. “I know, but I swear it won’t be long. I just need to locate your owner and get this all figured out.”

Great. Even worse. She’d find his family, and they’d tease him mercilessly for the rest of his life for getting shot in the ass by a city slicker. He had to get rid of her and get the hell out before anyone went looking for him.

Her expression changed to one of guarded mischievousness. “Would it help if I tell you a secret?”

He didn’t budge. He didn’t breathe.

“I’ve always found cages and collars to be a little sexy.”

Whoa. She was into cages? And collars? He wanted to grin. The sweet-smelling lady in a dowdy lab coat had a kinky side. Maybe he had read her right before and she would have accepted him and Reidar into her bed. She hadn’t looked too sure of herself, so he hadn’t pushed it.

“Not that I’ve ever been
in
a cage, or worn a collar for that matter, but I read a lot of erotic romance, and…I don’t know. I guess the idea of danger can be sort of titillating.”

He’d respected her for not inviting them to her room—more often he and Reidar had women throwing themselves at them—but at the same time welcomed the challenge she’d embodied, and he’d hoped to see her again.

Just not like this.

He blew out a breath and laid his head on his paws. As much as he might love to switch places with her and have some fun, there wasn’t a damn thing he could do right now to titillate her kinky side. That revelation made his imprisonment all the more hellish.

She chuckled. “Don’t agree with me? Well, that’s okay. You’ll be out of there just as soon as I can track down your owner.”

He huffed again, his tail swishing with agitation. Nothing he could do until he was alone, so he might as well get comfortable and enjoy the view. He wished she’d help him out and take off that coat so he could get another look at what lay beneath. She’d looked sexy the other night in her faded jeans, T-shirt and adorably quirky glasses.

She pushed those same spectacles up her cute nose and returned to a chair in front of the computer monitors. “Sure would help my search if I knew your name.”

Kelan didn’t dare give her that information telepathically, so he met her probing gaze with silent regard.

She turned her back on him and started typing. From his angle, he couldn’t see the computer screen.

Why did his cat-napper have to be Beth? It left an awkward mix inside his gut—elation at seeing her again and dismay over the revelation that she used pumas as lab experiments.

He pawed at his stinging ear then yowled at the pain that caused.

“Oh, hey, what’s—” She spun around. “No, don’t touch that. It’s just an ID tag. The pain will go away soon. I promise.”

A tag? A
tag?
Son of a bitch.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a fierce frown. Then she closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. “I didn’t just hear that. Really, I didn’t. I think I need some coffee. It’s been a long day.”

He chortled and laid his head on his paws again. She heard him all right. He’d never tried to drive someone mad with his abilities, but obviously he could if he wanted to.

He and his siblings could communicate telepathically with each other, and he liked messing with his brothers’ mate now and then. Dakota took the silent chatter well, for a human who hadn’t grown up around a litter of telepathic shifters. But he’d never let a stranger hear him, until now. It was forbidden. He could get into a lot of trouble, but she was too cute. He could almost forget that she’d shot him in the ass with a dart and put him in a cage.

“Laugh all you want, pussy cat,” she said with a small grin.

She recognized his laugh? He blinked at her, but she wasn’t looking at him any longer.

“I’m not really insane. I might talk to animals, but I don’t expect them to talk back, and I usually ignore the voices in my head.” She cast him a sideways glance and laughed. The sound went through him like an arrow, straight to his heart.

Damn him if she wasn’t dangerous. He reminded himself that she’d shot him, caged him and planned to do God-only-knows-what to him.

She sobered when the side door opened and a tall, lanky, black-haired guy stepped inside. He carried two large paper sacks. “Hey, Lizzy, how’s he doing?” he asked, eyeing Kelan as he passed the cage, keeping to the far wall as if afraid Kelan would attack through the bars.

Kelan obliged him with a hiss.

“For a pet, he doesn’t seem too friendly.”

The scent of grilled meat wafted to Kelan, and his stomach growled.

“He’s ticked off about being caged,” she said, “but wouldn’t you be?”

“Guess so.”

“He seems fine now that the drugs wore off, and he’s healthy. He drank his water too. Did you find something for him to eat?”

“Yeah, and us too, though I’d love to take you to dinner. This town is really neat. I found the perfect—”

“Thanks, Tim,” she said, cutting him off and taking the bags from him. She pushed her keyboard to the side and opened one of the bags, then the other, and pulled out a butcher paper wrapped package.

“I’m serious. Since we’re here, we should get to know the community, don’t you think?”

The schmuck sounded so hopeful, Kelan chuckled. A sound more like a cross between a sniffle and a sneeze, but enough to gain the man’s attention.

Tim turned and stared, his eyes wide.

Directed toward Beth so only she could hear him, Kelan whispered,
He doesn’t know a brush-off when he hears one, does he?

The woman stopped and studied Kelan, who dipped his head to lap at what remained in the water bowl. After a moment, she shook her head and finished unwrapping the package in her hand. When she approached his prison, he saw she held a chunk of raw roast. Oh, great.

“Here ya go,” she murmured as she opened the door at the bottom of the cage again and poked the meat through, taking a big chance by putting her hand almost all the way inside to deposit it. If he were a wild animal, he could have gone for her.

Why don’t you come in here and join me? There’s room for two. You said you like cages…

Beth closed the feeding door and tilted her head, meeting his eyes. Damn, she was gorgeous. He purred and held her gaze. She smiled and shook her head.

“They have a little playhouse, and there’s a show starting in about forty-five minutes,” Tim said, taking a seat in the second chair and flipping open the lid on one of the Styrofoam boxes. “You want to head over after we eat?”

“Tim,” she said with a sigh as she plopped back down in her chair. “I’ve got work to do.”

“All work and no play…”

“This isn’t a vacation. We’re not here to study the human population, and I don’t have time for some community theatre production.”

The show started in less than an hour. That meant it was only about seven o’clock, maybe a little after. He hadn’t been gone that long after all. If Tim and Beth left, he could get home without anyone the wiser. If Axel or any of his brothers found out he’d been captured, he’d never hear the end of it.

“Lizzy, come on. The professor’s not even here, yet. Our research doesn’t begin without him.”

“Beth. I prefer Beth,” she grumped under her breath.

Tim continued with persistence. “It’s only day one, and you already got a cat to study. You can’t work all of the time. Besides, we’ve got the next two months. It doesn’t have to be wrapped up with one cat in one day. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t make sure my
workaholic
buddy didn’t take time off every once in a while, hmm?”

She chuckled. “I’ll think about it. Okay?”

Tim sighed and pulled plastic utensils from the bottom of the bag. “Okay, but think fast. It’s not far, but we’ve got less than an hour before the show starts.”

I wouldn’t take no for an answer
, Kelan told her telepathically.
If I wanted you, I’d have you, and you’d be begging for more
.

Beth lifted her chin and looked around. Then her gaze settled on Kelan. He yawned and pawed at his meal as if unaware of her regard, but he peeked to watch her reaction. Again she shook her head as if she thought she was losing it, but her lips curled into a slight grin.

He glanced at the hunk of raw meat next to the water bowl in his cage, snarled, then laid his head on his paws. Lone catamounts might be willing to feast on raw meat, but he had a domesticated palate. With any luck, they’d be gone soon and he could make his escape.

About thirty minutes later, his chance arrived. As if by silent, mutual agreement, they shut down the computers, turned off all the lights except one small one and headed for the side door.

Beth stopped by his cage and looked inside. “Hey, baby. We’ll be back first thing in the morning.” She glanced at the untouched hunk of meat. “I know it’s not venison or rabbit, but it’s good. I promise. Eat.”