Pike's Peak

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Pike's Peak

By

Mandy M. Roth

             

 

Chapter One

League Headquarters—eight years later…

 

“I’m not wearing those,” Pike Kinsley said, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the swivel chair. He took another look at the dark blue tights Lars was holding and scowled. “Do I even want to know where you got them from?”

Lars dangled them high in the air, laughing from the gut. “Oh, come on. Why not? Did you miss the memo? All superheroes wear tights. Think of it this way,” he grinned, “chicks will know you’re sympathetic to their plight—you know, the whole trying to keep their pantyhose from running thing.”

“I’m not a superhero.” Pike growled, hoping the threat of a pending shift would cause Lars to simply vanish. He didn’t. “If I eat you, will you finally shut up?”

“He’ll most likely come back at you like a bad pepper or something,” a soft, familiar, feminine voice said from the other side of the room. “Any way you look at it, indigestion would be sure to follow.”

He swiveled in his chair, unable to believe the idea of tights had even been brought up at all, let alone while females were present. The second his gaze landed on a tall, buxom brunette, he forgot about the tights and focused instead on how good she’d no doubt fit on him. His cock hardened instantly, longing to be in her. Swallowing hard, he maneuvered a bit in the seat, hoping it wasn’t obvious how into her he was.

The lift of one eyebrow told him she was onto him. 

She was tall for a female, around five-foot ten. Every inch of her was toned but not to the point she lost her curves. It was perfect. She was perfect. She was also standing in a place whose location wasn’t readily disclosed to anyone outside the immediate group. She most certainly wasn’t part of the League. If she were, showing up for work on time wouldn’t be a problem for Pike. Hell, he’d come a day early and hopefully “in” her if she were part of the League. 

Lars stopped defying gravity long enough to stand on the floor and give a small bow. He was known for playing the role of the jackass and seemed proud of the title. That being said, Lars seemed serious about respecting the female before him. That was odd to say the least. “My lady, I have missed you so.”

Pike’s insides clenched. The hot chick was Lars’ girl?

“Lars,” she said with a smile. The navy catsuit she had on fit like a second skin as she moved.

Lars, a six-foot two-inch guy with a head of shockingly blond hair, arched a sandy blond brow and grinned as he glanced in Pike’s direction. “May I introduce, Pike, dickhead… erm… I mean ,‘savior to all mankind.’”

Another growl escaped Pike as he shot a threatening glance at Lars. He was dangerously close to wrapping the tights around Lars’ neck and choking the life from the man.

“Hmm, Pike, interesting name. Once you hear it, you wouldn’t dare forget it.” She entered the oversized boardroom, sashaying her way towards Lars, keeping her blue gaze locked on Pike the entire time.

There was something familiar about her eyes. Pike looked her over once more, positive he’d remember a body like hers. “And you are?”

The only response he got was a sexy smile. It was enough to leave his cock digging painfully into his black jeans. Unable to help himself, he chanced a glance at the tights now lying discarded in a puddle on the floor.

Thank the gods I didn’t put those on. The entire room would know I’m sporting a hard-on.

Lars put his arms out to her. “May I have this dance?”

“There’s no music, asshole,” Pike bit out, wanting desperately to pummel a man he’d long considered both a friend and an ass.

Lars gave him a knowing smile. “My dear? If you would be so kind.”

She clicked her fingers and the room filled with the sounds of sex mixed with a thumping beat. The second she began to dance slowly, moving her hips to the music, dancing around Lars, Pike jerked to his feet. He grabbed his cock and narrowly avoided coming in his jeans. The only other time in his life he’d been this close to coming without being in a woman was the night he’d made the biggest mistake of his life—the night he chased Adira away.

Adira. The very thought of her set Pike on edge. He’d wanted to take what she’d offered—her virginity—but knew it wouldn’t have ended there. Something in his gut told him that one sample of Adira would never be enough and he wasn’t a one-woman kind of man.

You would have been for her, jackass.

He coughed, doing his best to play down the fact he’d nearly come and to ignore his inner voice. The shit-ass grin on Lars’ face told Pike he was being toyed with. Problem was, there wasn’t a damn thing Pike could do about it. He was left no choice but to stand by and watch as the object of his desire rubbed against Lars.

Pike’s fists clenched as the need to release the beast he carried within grew. Gritting his teeth, he tried and failed to force his gaze away from the spectacle. The female slid down the length of Lars and splayed her fingers over his groin. Lars put his hands in her hair, directing her erotic dance.

The beast within him won, surging forward and nullifying Pike’s restraint. He charged Lars with the intent to kill him, friend or not. Never before had Pike been this out of control. The female glanced at him and smiled, putting her hand up and blowing him a kiss. Instantly, it felt as if he’d run smack dab into an invisible mountain. He pounded against the nothingness and snarled at Lars.

“Get away from her, now,” he ground out as his teeth lengthened. Fur began to sprout on the backs of his hands, as it always did when the change into the wolf began. Claws emerged from his fingertips as a growl tore free of him. “Let go of me now!”

Lars put his hands up, signifying he was innocent. That was laughable. “Sit, puppy.”

He snarled. Ripping Lars’ head off would be almost too easy.

Almost.

“What the hell is going on in here?” a booming voice asked.

The music stopped instantly and Lars took a giant step back from the woman. Pike looked towards the entrance of the boardroom and curled his lip as he spotted Adam, an old childhood friend. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I’m going to kill Lars and then I’m planning on,” his gaze landed on the female, “fucking her until she can’t move.”

A ripple of power surged through the room, slamming into Pike and lifting him off his feet. Pain radiated throughout his body as the power blocked his ability to completely shift into the form of a wolf. Vaguely, he heard a female screaming and then as quickly as the magikal attack started, it ended. A familiar power cradled his body, easing him to the ground. The next thing he knew, the female he couldn’t wait to be in was standing over him, staring down with wide, concerned eyes.

“Pike?” She dropped to her knees next to him and touched his chest gently. Fire seemed to flare from the spot her hand rested on him. She turned her head and stared past him. “What in the hell were you doing, Adam? You could have killed him. He’s one of your best friends.”

Pike tried to sit up but felt like he’d been hit with a ton of bricks. He knew better. It was worse than bricks. He’d been hit with Adam’s power. Confused, he groaned.

Adam appeared next to him. The look in his eyes was anything but welcoming. “What was I doing? Huh? I walk in to find you grinding against Lars and then hear Pike talk about wanting to…” Adam paled. “I can’t even say it. And you have the nerve to ask me what the hell I was doing?”

“Do not blame me for teasing Pike. He spent ten years teasing me and you never once said a word.”

Ten years?