Page 15 of Snowed in with my Alien Boss

She decided to run. Shovel still in hand, she ran back down the pathway she’d just made. The dragus, realizing they were in danger of losing their prey, gave chase. At the corner, Abby had two choices: run to Grogen, or into the shop. The large bay door stood open, but she would be able to close the door to the staff room. Would that be enough to stop them?

“Grogen!” she shouted. “Dragus!”

A blur of brown had her whipping around just in time to see one of the creatures leaping over the hill of snow they’d created digging out the parking lot. She wielded the metal shovel in front of her, and when the dragus lunged she swung as hard as she could, putting her entire body weight into it. She had hoped to swat the creature away, but all she managed to do was stop it for a split-second.

“Run! Get inside!” Grogen bellowed.

She did, with the dragus following close behind. At the door to the staff room, she glanced behind just in time to see it lunging for her. She ducked quickly, hoping the creature would slam into the door. But something plucked it out of the air instead.

Grogen heaved it out of the garage. As it landed in the freshly plowed parking lot, Grogen changed, sliding into bloodlust. His cheek creases unfolded and his fangs descended from their usual half-retracted position. Then his jaws unhinged impossibly wide and he let out a roar that could only be described as a challenge.

Abby took the opportunity to duck into the staff room but kept the door open a crack so she could peek out to see. She was worried for Grogen despite trusting in his strength and fighting abilities. There were more than a half dozen dragus now.

The creatures paced back and forth and chuffed at each other, as if planning out their attack. Two of them leaped at Grogen, and the fight was on. She expected him to fight with the claws on his feet, but instead, he made every effort to dodge and fling them away. It became clear that he didn’t want to hurt them; he was only trying to deter them. Grogen really did have a soft heart, for an ex-mercenary, though Abby would never say it to his face.

But this particular dragus pack didn’t get the hint and kept attacking.

One of the beasts turned and noticed her in the doorway. It charged at the door, and Abby pulled it shut, glad that this door opened outward into the garage rather than inward. There was a loud thud as the dragus slammed into the door.

Grogen couldn’t hold them off forever. He’d tire eventually. Bloodlust only gave the Talleans heightened senses and improved energy for a short period. Abby had to do something.

The deterrent!

She had invested in one for the shop two years ago after yet another fencing outage. It worked by emitting a sound the creatures couldn’t stand. It wasn’t always effective, especially if they were extremely hungry, but this pack looked well-fed. Unfortunately, it was at the front desk in the other room.

She listened by the door, then tried to peer underneath it for any signs of dragus claws. She saw none but was still too scared to open the door. But the sound of one of the shelves being knocked over and everything clanging to the ground reminded her every second counted.

She cracked open the door and peeked out. The dragus were all focused on Grogen, who had stopped tossing the creatures and was now just evading them. Several of the dragus had noticeable limps.

She ran for the other door and scrambled to her desk.

“Where the hell is it?” she asked as she rifled through the drawer.

Her hands wrapped around the palm-sized unit just as a dragus showed up at the door. It snarled at her as she fumbled with the device, praying to any deity who’d listen that there was still a charge in it.

She pressed the button. Nothing happened.

Fuck!

She looked around for a weapon with which to defend herself, only to see that the dragus was no longer advancing. It was backing away from her, pawing at his ear. Oh! Itwasworking!

Abby brandished the deterrent in front of her and stepped toward the creature, making it back further away. When she reached the garage, it was to see the whole pack acting similarly. Several of them were even whimpering. They really didn’t like this sound.

Grogen wasn’t too fond of it, either. He was covering his ears. But when he saw her with the device he instantly understood and took the opportunity to charge at the dragus, tossing two of them outside. The rest followed, and the pack retreated.

The moment Grogen got the bay doors closed, Abby turned off the deterrent.

He stalked toward her, still stuck in bloodlust and looking positively feral. Every instinct told her to run, but she knew that this was still Grogen and he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew what he needed now. The wires between violence and sex were a little crossed in the Tallean species, and a fight, regardless of whether blood was shed or not, often resulted in the need to satiate other more carnal urges.

Abby was the only female around right now, and she was more than willing to help. She unzipped her coat and tossed it aside just as he lunged for her. He gathered her into his arms and carried her into the front room. After sweeping everything on her desk to the floor, he lifted her up onto it. Then he was nuzzling at her neck and throat, his fangs extended and his jaws still unhinged. The tips of his fangs drew two lines down her decolletage.

A hand shot out to grab her by the throat, lying her back on the desk and pinning her in place. Her slip didn’t make it, as he hooked two fingers into the neckline and tore down, the sound sharp in the room.

Fuck! That was sexy. Grogen was always so in control, and it thrilled her to see this wild, unrestrained side of him.

“Yes!” she hissed, her arousal spiking.

Her leggings were shoved down next. He had already removed his coat for the fight and was now only wearing his tank top and pants.

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