6: Chained to the bed

 *Typhon*

 “Jones no, you can't stay here,” His sister says, as he hugs her goodbye. She is giving me a sideways glare. “You never know what he will do to you”.

 “It can’t be worse than whatnhe might do to you,” He says softly, touching her cheek.

 ‘If only he knew right,’ Cerberus chuckles with a weird wolfish sound.

 I smile to myself. ‘He will, but on that account we are not gonna do anything he doesn't want.’

 ‘But he is gonna want it, right ?’ Cerberus says. ‘Cause I like his scent, and the way he looks … Oh and that perky ass too.’

 ‘Oh he is gonna want it,’ I let my eyes run over him as he sends his sister and the other girls off. ‘But there is some info that is more important than … fun, we need that first.’

 My Wolf huffs. ‘Spoil sport.’

 I ignore him and walk over to Jonas. “This way, I have had someone prepare a room for you while you said your goodbyes.”

 He nods cheerfully ... cheerfully ?!? .. and picks up the pace. I lead him down a stony hallway to where the more elaborate rooms are. Truth is, we actually live pretty comfortably, only the front rooms are kept rough to intimidate visitors.

 I open the door and push him into a small but comfortably furnished bedchamber. “Just so you don't get any ideas about escaping," I say roughly, holding up two keys. "The door has two locks."

 He looks over at the doorknob but other than that has no obvious reaction to my words.

 "And,” I add. "It's fifty feet down to the ground. So I wouldn't recommend trying the window.”

 This is one of the few rooms that actually has a window like opening in the granite wall, to let in some natural light.

 He shrugs, as if he had never for a moment considered the window a viable escape option.

 I scowl at him, irritated by his weird nonchalance, and I tale his arm, ignoring the slight jolt running up my arm. I pull him to the bed and lock his wrists to the cuffs that are looped over the bedpost.

 “I don't want you attempting anything while I'm busy."

 He smiles at me. “Seems you are used to keeping people imprisoned.”

 “Bloody hell,” I mutter. I am utterly confused by him, and I don’t like the feeling one bit. I check to make certain that his bindings are secure and then begin to inspect the room, making sure I have left no objects lying about that he might turn into weapons. 

 I pocket a pen and a rock used as a paperweight before shoving a chair out into the hall. I don’t think he looks strong enough to break the chair, but if he somehow manages to snap off a leg, the splintered wood would be a dangerous weapon indeed.

 He blinks with interest when I return.

 “If you want to sit down”. I say curtly. “You can do it on the bed.”

 He cocks his head in an annoyingly friendly manner and sits on the bed. Not that he has much choice ... I have bound his hands to the bedpost, after all.

 “Don't try to charm me by being cooperative”. I warn. “I know all about your kind.”

 He merely shrugs.

 I snort with disgust and turn my back on him as I finish my inspection of the room. Finally, when I am satisfied that the chamber will make an acceptable prison, I face him, my hands planted firmly on my hips. “If you have any weapons on your person, you might as well give them up now, since I'm going to have to search you, and don't even think about changing into your little wolf, it would not end well.”

 He lurch backward in horror, and I am pleased that I have finally managed to offend him. Either that or he is a pretty good actor.

 "Well, do you have any weapons ? I assure you that I will grow considerably less gentle if I discover that you have attempted to conceal something.”

 He shakes his head frantically and strains against his bindings, as if trying to get as far away from me as possible.

 “I'm not going to enjoy this either.” I mutter, which might be more or less a lie. 

 ‘I am gonna enjoy this immensely,’ Cerberus laughs in my head.

 I try not to feel like a complete cad as he shuts his eyes tightly in fear and resignation. So the little Alpha has no idea he likes a man's touch, interesting. But it seems I need to go even slower than intended when the time comes.

 His entire body is tense, but I try to ignore his distress as I quickly pat his upper body down. “There, we're done with the first part”. I say, my voice gruff. I am rather surprised to feel the strong muscles all flexed by tension on his lean looking frame.

 He glares at me in return.

 “I'll search the rest of you now, please don’t scream. I am not going to violate you”. I mumble.

 "Nobody would hear me if I made a loud noise, anyway, right ?”

 “No one who would care, that much is true”. I concede. “Stand still”.

 I kneel in front of him, slowly letting my hands glide down the outside of his leds, keeping an eye on his movements. I do not want a knee in the face.

 When I reach his feet I look up and our eyes meet. His mouth is slightly open and his pupils dilated.

 ‘Ty, I really think he …,’ Cerberus starts.

 “No.” I hiss, realising I did it out loud when he startles slightly.

 I quickly and maybe a bit too harshly run my hands up his inner thighs, trying to ignore the need it stirs inside me, making me want to reach out and pull down his pants, but it would surely send him into a panic.

 Then my hands move around him, quickly running over his backside, which seems to fit perfectly in my big hands. 

 I spring to my feet. “Done, all done”.

 “Are you sure ? You forgot to check if I am hiding a knife under my balls”. He huffs indignantly.

 ‘I like his spirits,’ Cerberus says, ‘and his ass,’ He grins, ‘Can I bite it ?’

 ‘Shut up !’ I tell him. He is right that ass could bounce quarters and crack nuts.

 I look at Jonas. “I need to tell me the pack’s plans for us ? Are they going to attack ?”

 “No idea”. He shrugs.

 “Do not lie to me little one, I know ways of making you speak”. I growl. My pack's survival depends on this. “You are an Alpha, of course you know”.

 He lifts his chin, getting that defiant look on his face again. Making me feel that he feels above me, because he is an Alpha. “Just recently got the job when you murdered my father … so sorry, I can’t help”.

 Damn, he thinks I killed his father. He must be talking about the man by the river. I tried to save him but there was nothing that could be done. But he would never believe me. This is gonna be harder than I thought, both getting the info and getting him.

 “We'll talk more about this tomorrow.” I need to plan my next move carefully.

 He gives another one of those annoying shrugs.

 I grit my teeth. “Unless you have anything to say for yourself now ? It will be much more pleasant if you just tell me what you know.”