I jump to my feet and bolt across the boudoir toward the open archways at the other side of the room. There’s still a burning desire in my body to drop everything and just let the crazed alien jump my bones, but the precedent of fear seems to have temporarily won over my libido.

Vax lets out a roar behind me and I hear the sound of furniture being thrashed about the large room. I get the impression he can’t hold himself off any longer, so I pick up the pace.

Emerging onto the balcony I immediately find myself confused. The archways at the back of Vax’s balcony open into a large alien garden, and there’s a bright lilac sky above us, with a powerful magenta sun cresting at its top. I don’t have the time to understand how one can have sky indoors, I just run to the edge of the balcony and come to a sharp stop at its edge, my hand clutching the warm white marble.

There are no stairs leading down into the garden. I’m trapped.

The terrifying roar of an alien man in frenzy booms from the apartment behind me and I turn to see Vax as he smashes through the archway’s windows, not even seeming to notice they are there. He looks around, twisting his head sharply on his thick neck, like a predator searching for prey. His eyes find me, and I freeze to the spot.

“Mate!”

That deep rumble vibrates every bone in my body, and my adrenaline spikes. I look down in the garden below and see a pool with the bluest water I have ever seen. With no time to waste I vault over the edge of the marble, screaming as I plunge into the pleasantly warm waters below.

Everything slows to a crawl as I sink to the bottom of the pool. I look through the blue waters at the thousand tiny bubbles that are drifting upward. The water feels so good I almost forget that I’m being chased by some out of control alpha male alien. I come back up, break the surface and take a large breath of much needed air, treading water as I look around the quiet garden. There’s no sign of Vax.

I swim to the edge of the pool and push myself out, trying to ring the water out of my clothes. For a few seconds I think I’ve escaped the brute, but then I hear the scramble of heavy feet to my right. Vax clamors onto the back terrace, his head twisting about again, hunting for prey.

My legs start running before I even let those black eyes find me again. As soon as I gun it I hear him let out a roar. I reach the opposite end of the pool and jump over a short hedge that divides the marbled terrace from a long vegetable garden full of alien looking crops. Converse shoes seem quite suitable when you’re dressing for a twelve-hour shift at Al’s garage, but I’m not sure they’re that adept at running across soft soil. Especially when wet.

I run with the fury of a mad woman. I’m halfway down the length of the garden before I glance back to look at Vax, who is on all fours and sprinting across the dirt like some damned hell hound. Panic fills me, and I look to the front once more, pushing my short and rotund legs to their absolute limit. There’s a fence up ahead, and I know I’m not going to be able to jump that.

Whether I could or not doesn’t matter, because Vax is on me a moment later, having made a stellar pounce from the soil several paces behind me. I turn just in time to see the crazed beast as he sails through the air. My converse prove an ill choice for sprinting and I trip, spinning through the air to land on my back against the damp soil. He crashes down on top of me, that huge black body dwarfing me like a night sky.

His passion is insatiable. It’s animal like. I lay there still on the soil with my eyes shut, squealing to myself under shaking breath as he remains crouched over me, sniffing at my throat and chest. I know I should be terrified, but there’s something about his animalistic lust that is just crazy. I force my eyes open and look up into those endless blacks. He lowers his head and nudges his nose gently against mine, uttering one solitary word.

“Mate?”

The timidness of his nose nudging takes me by surprise. All I can do is nod. His eyes flare in response and then his hands rip my shirt, and I mean rip, clean off my body. Part of me wants to chastise the brute for ripping my uniform, but the logical part says fuck it. That pressing urgency of drug-fueled libido comes back to me. The only thing I want now is this.

He takes my trousers next, and then my underwear. Ripped from skin like it was nothing. I’m lying there naked on the wet soil, with the earth against my ass and a hulking alien beast crouched on top of me. Vax leans in close again and nudges his nose and mouth across my hair, tasting my scent with sharp and primal breaths. He lifts a hand and brushes it down my face. His lips press against mine and we kiss.

It’s slow. It’s deep. It’s passionate. It’s the most sensual kiss I’ve ever had. A deep moan escapes my lips and I open my body to him. My hand curls around his neck, anchoring him to me. The other reaches up to feel that hard wall of alien muscle. My sex throbs with want. Fuck I want him. Fuck, I want him bad.

He crawls forward through the dirt, moving his crotch closer to mine. His hands trail down my body and he moves me about with ease, pushing my legs back, rolling my hips up to meet him. The stark sharpness of his commanding movements only arouses me further. We don’t speak with words, he just moves me to where he wants me, which is underneath him with my legs spread wide.

He pushes forward and sinks inside of me.

Everything else in the world crumbles away as that cock slides in. It’s hot, solid, and surprisingly slick, as if coated with a fine layer of lubricant. I don’t know what it is, all I know is that is feels perfect. Vax gets low and pushes his lips against my throat, kissing me tenderly while bottoming out. His wide and thick base comes against my pussy and I let out a long and throaty moan, stretching his name through the syllable.

“Vax! Vax! Yes!”

He takes me there in the soil, his humongous black body towering over mine, those powerful hips thrusting against me, sliding that oak of a cock into my pussy. My breath is a prisoner to the pleasured sounds rupturing from my gasping throat. My hands claw at his shining skin. His thrusts are long and slow, pushing me back on the soil, making my legs wrap around his hips, digging my heels into his back.

I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, clawing my hands at soil. Slapping a palm against that round and muscular shoulder. He bursts inside me with volumes of endless fire. It puts me over the edge all over again and we kiss, joined in the union of our pleasure.

Being a prisoner to this man might not be so bad after all.