Horror

When I looked into his eyes, all those concerns faded away and I felt myself giving in to the world around me.

"Hello," his voice held a deep timbre, powerful as he approached me with his hand held out. He spoke with a hint of a German accent, but it was subtle, as if he had been away from his home country for a long time. "I've missed you terribly."

My dream man had never spoken to me before. It was almost a creepy turn of events.

Nevertheless, I advanced toward him and took his hand gingerly. His fingers tightened over mine, and he urged me closer.

"I missed you, too," I practically whispered the response. I suddenly felt intimidated in his presence though it didn't come close to deterring me from getting closer. "I don't understand all of this."

"Shh." The only sound I had ever heard him make was a familiar and comforting one. He smiled as he put a finger to my lips. "It'll all become apparent to you eventually. I promise."

"I trust you." I felt overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. It made me melt inside, and I smiled self-consciously. A huff of laughter offset the tension. "You're so beautiful… I wish you were real."

"Who says that I'm not?" He leaned closer and kissed my forehead. "Just because this isn't real doesn't mean what we have won't be real someday."

"I don't understand." It was the honest truth. I knew that these moments were not merely daydreams but what specifically they were, I hadn't guessed. The worst part was that I was on autopilot outside of them. I was on the verge of questioning my sanity. "How is this possible?"

"I think that we're supposed to be happy here." He kissed my cheek and shifted so he could whisper in my ear. "There might not be many happy days ahead. I don't have all the answers, Miranda, but I do have something almost as valuable--hope."

"Hope?" I began to tremble, and he gave me a careful hug. "Hope for what?"

"The future." He drew his head back to look me in the eyes again. "Ours…the world's… everything."

"That's enough to make a girl afraid." I tried to make the comment flippant, but instead it sounded weak.

"And what's this enough to do?" He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The contact was gentle at first but escalated swiftly until we were deep in the midst of a passionate dance of muffled moans.

There was something about his very presence that drove me wild physically. I wanted him to possess me--to comfort me with his touch. In contrast, I was desperate to see him relax his broad shoulders and gaze at me through eyes that spoke of pure happiness--the kind of emotion where one surrenders to all else.

It was my turn to take control.

“Hello, Itana.”

She turned, recognizing the voice instantly, but unwilling to accept who it belonged to. She’d just seen Gershon across the parking lot, but before she could speak, Gershon grabbed her. He pushed her against the wall, mouth moving closer, then pressing against hers. His lips were firm, demanding. His wicked tongue moved against her lips, passing through to touch the sensitive parts within.

Itana had been kissed many times in her life, but nothing compared with what Gershon did to her in that hallway. His body pressed against hers, one muscular thigh sliding between hers, spreading her while she felt his erection rub against her sensitive mound.

She tried to push against him, but he took both her small wrists in one of his hands, holding them above her head. His other hand rested against her rib cage just below her breasts and for a brief moment, she wished that hand would slide up and caress her breast through her shirt.

Gershon was sexy. From the first moment she’d met him, she wanted him. Now he was touching her, plundering her mouth in ways that made her thighs burn with desire. Every nerve ending came to life beneath his body and, for a minute, she didn’t care what the consequences were. She wanted this man inside her.

He must’ve wanted her as badly. Gershon hadn’t bothered dressing, rushing over some time after she’d waved. He wore a leather jacket, no shirt, jeans, and his hair was still wet from a shower.

His mouth broke from hers, kissing a trail down her throat, unbuttoning her shirt and indulging on the flesh beneath. He reached the top of her breasts, causing need to flow through her body. She never remembered craving a man so much, needing to feel those lips encompass her nipple.

“We can’t do this,” she whispered breathless, wishing there was some way to end the worry Veris created.

“Why not? You want me.” He said it as a statement of fact, never questioning her reaction. “Unlock the door. We don’t need to do this in the hallway.” Before she could protest, he took her soft flesh into his mouth, suckling her while one jean clad thigh rubbed against her.

“If we do this, I can never see you again.”

He took the keys from her hand, unlocking the door and throwing it open. Then he looked at her, gaze going over her body and her thighs burned with a need she didn’t know was possible.

“I can be faithful. I promise you that. You’re the only one for me.”

“That’s not it.” He unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it into her apartment. One breast hung over the cup, the other still covered in black lace. “Please, you have to listen to me. I’m not like other girls. This can’t go anywhere.”

The lace-covered nipple was taut, and he dropped his lips to it, teasing her through the bra. She didn’t see him unfasten her pants, but felt it, heard the zipper slowly dropping until her black thong was visible.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered between breasts. “I’ve given you time, now give me the chance to win you. I don’t mind competing for your affections.”

“I’m not afraid of you. He’ll find me. Don’t you see?” She wasn’t making sense and she didn’t care. He felt too good. She tried again to find the words to convey her situation. If only her body didn’t throb with every touch. “Someone is after me. He tracks by scent. If I come, he might find me.”

That got his attention. He stopped, his mouth at her hipbone. “What?”

Mae quickly placed her foot on the gas, revving the engine. The car made a slow getaway with some aliens still clinging to the roof. Her flat tire made the escape unsuccessful. She honked the horn, hoping the loud noise would scare them away. A few more dropped from view and howled in agony. This made her load lighter. The car picked up speed. She honked again and heard the curses from above. A couple more dropped onto the road. She heard one more move around up there. She swerved the car back and forth on the narrow road, trying to lose it. Mae let out a terrified scream as a green head suddenly blocked her windshield.

“I want to drink your blood,” it said.

Mae drove a little faster, determined to lose the creature. She swerved back and forth. The dirt created a brown cloud in her wake. She gave the steering wheel one quick turn. The vehicle spun around in a vicious circle several times before rolling into the ditch.

She tried to move her body. Everything seemed to be okay. Stay calm. Someone will rescue you. The seat belt cut into her chest. The pressure made it difficult to breathe. Mae felt a trickle of blood run down her face. You’ll be okay. She saw the green alien a few feet away.

Mae managed to unbuckle her seat belt. Her hand fumbled for the door. She gritted her teeth and tried to push it open. The door was jammed. Damn! Mae tasted sweat in her mouth. She pushed her entire body against the door and banged against it repeatedly. The door finally swung open and fell off its hinges. She tumbled into the high grass. Her head was swimming. Mae wiped the blood and sweat out of her eyes. Slowly, she walked away from the wreckage. Her entire body throbbed in pain. She stumbled and tried to regain her strength. There was no sign of the angry mob. Maybe they went back to town.

The dead alien lay stretched out in the ditch. Its yellow eyes stared off into space. Feeling relief about this, Mae took to the road by foot. She needed to go home. Looking behind her one last time, her eyes widened with fright. The alien that had been lying dead in the ditch was gone!