The Commander - A Sexy Alien Invasion Story.

Chapter 17 - Kitten

She let out another defiant screech.

He set her down, bending over her, mouth near her ear. "Were you going for a walk without me, Kitten? You only needed to meow and let me know you wanted to go out. That is how it works, right? Or was it another treat you were looking for?"

Cara aimed an elbow to his ribs. It did nothing. She tried to scratch at his skin, but he didn't notice. "Let me go!" she demanded.

He did.

She fell forward, caught herself, and crab-crawled back toward the side of the road, veering off in a panic. What should she do? There were no weapons. No escape. Maybe find a branch to bash him over the head? It wouldn't help, but it was something. At least he would get the message that she wanted him to leave her alone.

He laughed at her as she slid down the bank. Laughed. It was a marvelous, deep sound that tickled the bottom of her pelvis. Something inside her squeezed with delicious anticipation.

She had to find something she could use to puncture that thick skin. Why hadn't she thought of that? Why hadn't she prepared? If only she still had the big knife. That would have done the trick. One mistake after another was going to get her fucked. Again.

She moved, crashing forward in the clearest direction she could find. All her intentions set to hide or fight. She was past tired—out of breath—giving up still wasn't an option.

If he followed, he was soundless.

Keeping an eye out for all her defense options, it was as if every weapon was too big to lift. She came across branches twice her size. A random car door tangled in vines. A rock the size of her head nearly made her trip again, but she didn't have time to dig it out to make it useful.

There were no easy places for refuge that she could see, either. All the trees that she could climb had lower limbs that looked too weak to hold her weight or were too high for her to reach. She put distance between herself and the road. Running blindly deeper into the murky dark of the woods. The next time she stopped, she was in an area where the trees were wide with age.

Where was he?

With a tree trunk behind her, she blinked the sweat from her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Think. She had to think. Control her breathing. Set a pace. Make a plan.

This was no good. She was making more sound than a tithe truck stuck in a rut. Just her huffing would tell him where she was.

"Perfect spot, Kitten," he said, casually stepping out from behind a tree as if he'd been waiting for her.

Too late for a plan, then.

Heart trying to burst from her chest, she screamed, sprinting right. He was a huge, terrifying creature, appearing out of nowhere. One second on the road. The next here.

In one step, in front of her, catching her, setting her down against the tree. Pinning her in place. How did he do that?

"Please. Just let me go." She fought him. Aiming a fist at his chin, he caught it. She tried to knee him. He didn't bother to sidestep. Took the blow. It was like kneeing a boulder. He captured her other wrist, brought them together, and twisted something around them before pulling them together in a loop. She was tied. Captured.

Using the rope as a leash, the bastard dragged her to another tree with a lower branch. He threw the rope up over it, while she twisted. Anything to get away. Fighting with all she had.

It felt good to fight. As if she was letting her animal side take over, as if there was only win or lose. Losing to him might be a sensual disaster, but there was no risk in it. Some weird part of her brain had decided that he would never hurt her, never lose his temper or lash out.