Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) (13 page)

Chapter 6

Bernadette walked into the building, still having not opened the box. When she found her way to the bathroom and finally pulled off the lid, she saw the loveliest yellow dress with white lace and ribbons she ever witnessed.

Everything about it suited her taste perfectly. The cut was smooth and modest, and when she tried it on, the entire dress hung over her curves like a frame, showing off her body. There was no flash or useless fluff. She stepped out of the bathroom in the dress, wearing her sneakers and her clothes draped over one arm.

“You look better than a picture,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, blushing and looking down. “I didn’t bring any…”

Louis presented a pair of low heels over his arm.

“You know my size?”

“I got the dress right, didn’t I?”

Bernadette giggled and took the heels. “Yeah, you did.”

He took her sweats from her and her sneakers, and escorted her to his car. After putting her things in the trunk, he hopped in and they set off.

Louis punched in their destination on his dashboard nav, and Bernadette glanced at it. Her heart stopped beating for a second and she couldn’t breathe.

“Why is that up there?”

“That’s where we’re going.”

“Why there?”

“Bernadette, is there a problem? Why does it matter what town we’re going to?”

“Why?” she shouted.

“There’s a logging company there sitting on what my survey team thinks is a vein of some very valuable ore. So I’m headed over to buy them out, but the Podunks of that town will only sell if they meet me face to face.”

“That’s my hometown.”

Louis bit back the follow-up sentence. “I see.”

“It’s fine. You’re not wrong. It’s a Podunk town.”

He laughed, obviously relieved at her ease in dealing with his insult.

“Is that why you’re so upset?”

“Not exactly.” She adjusted in her chair, suddenly finding herself uncomfortable inside her own skin.

“I had an incident with a, uh, stalker. I left hoping he’d never find me again. I just don’t like the idea of going back there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure he’s gone.”

“Look,” he said, reaching over and placing a hand on her leg, “if you see him, point him out. I’ll take care of it. You’re with me, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Bernadette put her hand on top of his, the first moment they were really touching, and she smiled at him. The smile masked her certainty that he couldn’t protect her from what this thing was. Still, it was a sweet sentiment, and she knew he meant well.

If she saw that thing again, though, she’d do more than point him out. The whole damn world would know.

The drive through the mountain road was windy and seemed to take far longer than it rightfully should have. Louis’s hand never moved higher—a proper gentleman—but nor did he remove it.

It was the first clear sign that Bernadette had showing what he felt about her. Well, that, and the dress. When the car sputtered, he cried out and grabbed the wheel with both hands.

“What? What is it?”

Smoke suddenly billowed out from the sides of the hood, blocking their view. He hit the brakes, and they skid to the side of the road and onto the shoulder, just a few feet away from hitting the guardrail.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I have no idea. This is a new car, it shouldn’t be doing this already.” Louis reached under the dash and popped the hood.

When he got out, so did she, and they went to the front of the car. Smoke and steam billowed out in huge plumes when he lifted the hood, and they both pulled away from it lest they get a face-full.

“I can’t fix that,” he said, waving a hand at the smoke to try and clear it.

“I was hoping it was just an overheating thing, but this… I have no idea what this is.”

“So what do we do?”

Louis pulled out his phone and then put it back in his pocket.

“No service out this far. I guess I’ll have to walk up the road and try to find a garage or gas station or something. Look, why don’t you wait in the car. If I get signal higher up, I’ll call a tow, and it’ll be best if someone was here to talk to them.”

Bernadette nodded. “Okay, I can do that. Sure. You have my number?”

He gave her a look, and she laughed.

“Right, of course you do. Okay, be safe.”

He stepped in and kissed her on the cheek. “You too.”

Just like that, he was off. She watched him walk, his confident stride, the ease of his gait, and she kept watching until he disappeared around the bend.

Chapter 7

Bernadette checked her own phone for a moment, holding it up to see if a bar might magically appear. When none did, she put it back in her purse and opened the car door.

A hand pressed at her mouth and snapped her head back. An insane laugh sent sick chills down her spine.

“I can’t believe that worked.” The monster from before pressed his face against her shoulder, smelling her deeply like a coke addict with a pile of the stuff in front of him. He snuffed up the side of her neck to her ear.

“I smelled you. Did you know that? I could smell you coming, even through the car.”

His other hand grabbed at her breast, and then ran down the front of her dress and landed between her legs.

“I could smell you here. You were excited. Did you hope I was here? Hmm? Were you hoping to see me again?”

Bernadette twisted at her hips to get his hand away from there, and she tried to fight him, but his hold on her was too strong.

“Hey!” Louis shouted from down the road. “Get away from her!”

Terror coursed through her. This thing would rip poor Louis to shreds. She forgot about the danger to herself and screamed through his hand, trying to get Louis to go away. The self-assuredness in the way he ran over was impressive, but foolish.

Bernadette finally bit down on the man’s hand, and when he recoiled, she screamed, “Louis, run!”

“Yeah Louis,” the man said, tossing her to the side and transforming into a werewolf.

“Run away.”

Bernadette picked herself up and gasped at the size of the thing. More than that, though, was the fact that Louis didn’t even falter a step. He ran at a full sprint. If anything, he looked even angrier!

The werewolf pitched forward and billowed a roar.

Louis jumped onto the front bumper of the car and used it to launch himself into the air toward the werewolf. In mid-air, Louis shifted into a weretiger.

Bernadette had to hold onto the car to keep herself standing. All this time, and Louis was really a… cat?

The airborne weretiger crashed into the shocked werewolf, and they fell to the ground with a tumble. Furious snarls and roars came from both of them as they wrestled for position.

Claws raked, teeth flashed, and blood few in droplets all over the area. They rolled across the shoulder of the road in horrible combat until there was a terrible sound of breaking bone, and then the weretiger launched the limp body of the werewolf over the guardrail to fall the hundreds of feet down to the stony ground below.

Louis’s form slowly shifted back into a human, his clothes torn and in mere shreds around him. He leaned on the guardrail, panting for breath.

“I understand,” he said between gulping in lungfuls of air, “if you never want to see me again…”

But Bernadette was already at his side, touching the side of his face. Surprised, he looked up at her, his eyes searching hers.

“You’re not afraid of me.”

She smiled, almost sad, and shook her head. “Still not.”

“I’ve wanted you. All this time. But my life… this…” he pulled at the shreds of his clothing.

“Who would want this? I don’t want to hurt you. I realize we can never be together, but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re beautiful. You truly are one of a kind, and any guy—“

She put her fingers to his lips to shut him the hell up. “You came back for me.”

He nodded.

“You came back for me, and you fought to protect me. You put on this big show, but I’ve gotten to know you. I’ve wanted you too, but I thought you could never want anyone like me.”

“Anyone like you? But Bernadette, you’re—“

“From a Podunk town?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Well what did you mean?”

They met eyes, and in that moment, they both felt what the other did. Her pulse quickened as Louis stood slowly, and she with him. Without another word, he reached for her, pulling her lips to his.

They kissed for the first time, passionately. All of the danger, and pent up emotion was finally unleashed in that kiss.

Suddenly she had to have more. Needed more!

As he pressed his body against hers, and they backed up against his car, she pulled at the shreds of his clothing and tossed them away. They always kissed, never stopped kissing.

He felt her body, his hands running along the edges of her figure, and down the outside of her thigh. Blue electricity shot up her body as he dragged his nails back up the skin to her panties. With a sharp pull, they ripped free of her body and he tossed them away.

Her back pressed against the car; Louis wasted no time pressing himself against her, and with a smooth movement of his hips, entered into her.

She moaned against his mouth as they kissed, and he instantly picked up a quick rhythm. Overcome with ecstasy, Bernadette lifted a leg, allowing him deeper inside of her.

They both moaned together as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, the heat of their passion like steam ebbing from their exposed skin.

When her orgasm was finally about to crash over her, she threw her head back and called out with the power of it.

He bent forward, biting into the side of her neck lustily, and came as well.

From that moment on, they were one.

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PREVIEW OF ‘TIED TO THE WOLF’ BY ASHLEY HUNTER