Page 6 of Alien Boss. Human Pet

“Hush now,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. “No more questions until we get in the air.”

I mumble, “In the air?” but his grip tightens, and the air around us feels heavier, suffocating. My question turns into a whimper.

“Ms. Christian,” he says, his tone sharp and commanding, “I reallyamimpressed with you. But when I tell you not to speak, be silent. When I tell you anything, obey me. Instantly, without question or hesitation. Your life might very well depend on your obedience.”

I freeze, torn between terror and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can’t tell if it’s from fear or the sudden, irrational desire for him to shove me against the wall and claim me with a kiss.

His body heat radiates through the thin fabric of my blouse, and I’m suddenly hyper-aware of how flimsy it is. His claws could shred it to ribbons in a heartbeat, peel me open like—stop it, Willow.My thoughts are spiraling, and I can’t seem to rein them in. He’s so close, sobig,and I’m not sure if I’m terrified or... something else entirely.

Something shifts in his red eyes. They darken, the pupils dilating as his gaze rakes over me. The vein in his temple pulses, and I swear I can hear his heartbeat—no, feel it—vibrating through the air between us. He inhales deeply, his chest expanding, and for a split second, he closes his eyes, as if savoring the scent of me. My face burns. What does he smell? Fear? Arousal? Both?

His breath catches, and when his eyes open again, there’s no mistaking the hunger in them. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst.He could take me right here,I think, my stomach twisting.He could do whatever he wanted, and I couldn’t stop him.

But then... I don’t want to stop him. The realization shocks me, and I go still, my body relaxing in his grip. His scales gleam under the garage lights, golden and smooth, and before I can think better of it, I reach up, brushing my fingers against his forearm.

The moment my skin touches his, he flinches, snapping out of whatever trance he’s in. He releases me so quickly I stumble back, my hand dropping to my side. He retreats a step, his expression hardening as he regains control. The hunger in his eyes is gone, replaced by... irritation? Embarrassment? I can’t tell, but it’s clear I’ve overstepped.

“Get in the car.” His voice is sharp, clipped, and I feel a surge of frustration. Is he really going to pretend that didn’t happen? Thatwedidn’t happen? I don’t even know whatweare, but it felt... significant. Primal.

He opens the passenger door, his hand firm but not unkind as he guides me inside. His palm lingers on the small of my back for a heartbeat too long, and I swear I feel him tremble. Then he leans in, his scent—earthy and metallic, like ozone after a storm—filling the space between us. He buckles my seatbelt with a precision that borders on clinical, his claws barely grazing the strap.

By the time he’s in the driver’s seat, he’s composed again, his face a mask of cool detachment. But I saw it. For a moment, he let me seehim,and now he’s angry—not at me, but at himself.

The engine purrs to life, and I stare straight ahead, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. Whatever this is, it’s just beginning.

The engine roars to life, a deep, throaty growl that vibrates through the seat and into my bones. Raekon shifts the gear with a sharpclick,and my stomach lurches as the car shoots forward, tires squealing against the concrete. My hands grip the edge of the seat, knuckles white. The parking garage blurs around us as he takes the sharp curves like he’s auditioning forThe Fast and the Furious: Alien Edition.

“Slow down!” I squeak, my voice barely audible over the engine’s roar.

“Relax, Ms. Christian,” he says, his tone annoyingly calm. “We’re perfectly safe.”

“Safe? We’re going to hit the—” My words cut off in a scream as he accelerates toward a solid concrete wall. I throw my hands over my face, bracing for impact. My heart hammers so hard I’m sure it’s going to burst out of my chest.

Then, nothing. No crash, no explosion, just the faint hum of the engine. I peek through my fingers just in time to see the wall retract, revealing a hidden tunnel.

“Fear is your enemy,” Raekon growls, pulling my wrist down to force me to look. His grip is firm but not painful, his golden scales warm against my skin. “Do you really think I’d wreck Taylor into a wall?”

“Oh, sure, because alien cars regularly turn walls into secret tunnels,” I snap, my voice trembling. “Totally something I should’ve expected. My bad.”

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that does nothing to calm my nerves. The tunnel slopes upward, getting steeper and steeper until we’re practically vertical. My stomach bottoms out as I press back into the seat, my body screaming that this is all wrong. Humans aren’t supposed to go this fast, this high. My breaths come in short, panicked gasps.

“Trust me to take care of you, Ms. Christian,” he says, his voice steady, almost soothing.

“Trust you? You just tried to give me a heart attack!”

“Tried? I’d say I succeeded.” He smirks, and I want to strangle him. My fingers itch to slap that smug look off his face, but I’m too busy trying not to hyperventilate.

The car levels out suddenly, and I dare to open my eyes. The sky stretches endlessly around us, painted in hues of pink, orange, and gold as the sun dips below the horizon. Clouds drift lazily below, and it feels like we’re floating.

“Have you ever seen a sunset at 30,000 feet, Ms. Christian?” Raekon asks, his voice softer now.

“I can’t say that I have,” I mutter, still clutching the seat like it’s the only thing keeping me from falling into the abyss.

“Then open your eyes,” he says. “It’s something you won’t regret witnessing.”

“No, no, I’m good. No thanks,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut tighter. My heart is still racing, and my palms are slick with sweat. This isnothow I imagined my evening going.

His fingers brush against my forehead, gently pushing my bangs aside. A breath comes out as a gasp when I feel his touch, warm and surprisingly gentle. I open my eyes, and there he is, his scaled face framed by the glowing sunset. His red eyes meet mine, and I forget to be scared.

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