Obsession

Chapter 7

Never in my life had I been more frustrated. Go figure it wouldn’t be with a human but a freaking alien. At least I now knew that the male species were asses no matter what planet they hailed from.

After digging my jeans out from underneath the bed and slipping them on, I sat on the edge of the bed and glared at the door. Be downstairs in five minutes? That insufferable, arrogant, and demanding ass was going to wait at least ten.

But damn, he was insanely hot for an…alien.

Groaning, I dropped my head into my hands. I didn’t feel right. The whole not knowing where I was, what was happening at home, and being so far out of what I knew was reality was driving me insane.

The door suddenly swung open, causing me to jump. Hunter filled the doorway, still shirtless and eyes narrowed.

“Five minutes have been up,” he said. “I don’t like to wait.”

“I don’t like to be bossed around.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Then we’re going to have a problem, Serena.”

A part hidden deep inside responded to the sound of my name coming from his mouth, warming and turning liquid. The way it rolled off his tongue was sinful.

Hunter waited.

Snapping out of it, I climbed to my feet and grumbled the whole way past him.

Hunter said nothing as we went downstairs. It was a few blissful moments of silence, which I used to admire what he had going on in the back.

Nice ass.

We entered a massive room with white, pristine sectional couches and sitting chairs.

A large flat-screen TV hung from the wall. Vases decorated the end tables and took up the corners of the room. There was a faint smell of roses in the air. I was half afraid to touch anything, like I’d leave sticky fingerprints.

I followed him down a hallway and into a kitchen area. Bright sunlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the room a warm, welcoming feeling, while the living room was sort of sterile.

Several bar stools surrounded the island and top-of-the-line appliances furnished the kitchen—stainless-steel double oven, side-by-side fridge, and a sink you could bathe in. Off to the left was a dining table and, beyond that, an entrance to a sunroom full of plants and chaise lounges.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing at one of the stools.

I debated on ignoring him, but decided it wouldn’t get us anywhere. Sitting, I folded my hands in my lap. “Where—”

“Would you like a drink?” he interrupted, heading toward the cabinet near the fridge.

My brows rose. “Yes. That would be nice. Thank you.”

Hunter glanced at me. “You sound surprised.”

“You don’t seem like the type who does civil things like that.”

He smirked. Turning back to the cabinet, he grabbed two glasses. “I have soda, milk, water—”

“Milk? I’m not ten.”

He turned around, lips tipped up on one side. “And how old are you? Nineteen?”

Offended, I leaned back on the stool. “I’m twenty-three, but I’ll try to take that as a compliment.”

“Hmm…” He put the glasses back and picked up two wine flutes.

My eyes narrowed. “You know how old I am.”

“Yes.” Hunter swiped a wine bottle out of its rack.

Staring at the back of his broad shoulders, I pictured a spider monkey landing on him and biting his neck, total vampire style. Actually, maybe zombie style. That would do more damage. “So, you just said that because you think you’re funny?”

“I know I’m funny.” Hunter spun around and crossed the distance to the island. He placed a glass of dark wine in front of me.

My skin felt tight. “I don’t know what to even say.”

Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a sip of his wine. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions. We might as well get this out of the way.”

God, he didn’t have to sound so put out over everything, but I bristled silently.

Getting into an argument with him wasn’t going to solve anything. It was the same as dealing with students. Sometimes you had to be the bigger person.

Or human.

“I do have a lot of questions,” I said.

“I bet you do,” he murmured, watching me over the rim of his glass. “A lot of dumb ones, too.”

A sharp tingle was inching across the back of my skull, spreading like heatstroke.

“You’re an ass.” There went being the bigger person.

“And you have a potty mouth.” Hunter flashed a quick grin.

I took a deep, calming breath as he finished off his wine in one gulp. I hadn’t even touched mine. “Are you going to answer my questions or just insult me?”

Hunter chuckled. “Possibly a little of both.”

My hands curled into fists.

Smirking, he prowled around the island. His movements were graceful and fluid, but it was like he was forcing himself to slow down. My breath stalled out as he sat beside me, spreading his thighs wide so that one brushed my leg.

Like lightning, his hand was in my hair, gently wrapping the strands around his fingers. “Your hair is beautiful,” he murmured. “It’s the color of light.”

Okay. Not weird or anything…

Sort of fascinated, I watched him straighten my hair out before him. He inspected each strand, twisting it as it caught and reflected the light. An odd look, almost like awe, skittered across his striking features.

His gaze flicked up, meeting mine. He dropped the strand. “Ask a question.”

Gripping the stool, I scooted away. The metal legs made this horrible scratching sound. “Where am I? And please a little more detail than just the state.”

Hunter inched his stool toward mine, taking back the distance. Even sitting down, he was a good head or two taller. He leaned in, so that his face was inches from mine.

My throat dried. “You’re in my personal space.”

“You’re in my home, therefore that cancels out your personal space.”

“Your logic is faulty.”

He cocked his head to the side, lashes lowering. “My logic is the only logic around here. You need to get used to that.”

And he needed to get used to blunt objects being thrown at his head, because it was about to happen again. “Are you going to answer my question?”

“You’re in a small town…outside of Elkins.” He reached over and inched the wineglass toward me with the tips of his fingers. “Drink.”

I stared at the wineglass.

“Drink, Serena.”

My gaze cut to him. The authority in his tone raised every hackle and it also… I so wasn’t finishing that thought. “Are you always so demanding?”

“Very,” he said, sitting back. “Drink.”

Muttering just about every foul word I could, I picked up the wine and took a sip—

a very small sip. “Happy?”

“Very.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Several moments passed in silence, so I took another drink…and then another. Still no word from Hunter. He was just sitting there…watching me with heavy hooded eyes. His eyes…they were too pale. Like all the color had been leached from the blue.

My hand shook a little as I put the glass down. “Why am I in West Virginia?”

“It’s the last place they will look for you.”

“Who? The other…alien you were fighting?” The wine created a nice little pool of warmth in my belly. At least, that’s what I was hoping was doing it. “The ones who killed Mel?”

“And tried to kill you? Yes. They won’t look for you here.”

My hands were still shaking. “Why wouldn’t they?”

Leaning back, he grabbed a sucker from yet another bowl and unwrapped it. “If you go outside and look to the east, you’ll see a huge mountain. The mountain is stock full of beta quartz. That’s important.”

“It is?”

He nodded. “I’ll start at the beginning. Do you know anything about the Abell? It’s a galaxy about thirteen billion light-years from here. Where I’m from is even farther from that. So are the other aliens—the Luxen. If you haven’t realized it, their true form is what you would see as light. Beta quartz has a wonderful ability to block their wavelengths. The Flatirons are the same way. There will always be communities of Luxen near any large amount of beta quartz, because Arum—that’s what I am—can see wavelengths around any living creature, especially the Luxen. Follow me?”

I needed more wine for this shit. “Kind of.”

“The Luxen want you dead because you witnessed one of them being very bad.

When you told the police and anyone who would listen that this guy lit up like a Christmas tree, the Department of Defense got involved. And yes, the government is well aware of aliens and they have implants everywhere.” He paused. “They took the senator’s son Phillip into custody. That is never a good thing. The senator believes that if you’re taken out of the equation, then the exposure threat is removed and his son will be returned to him. There’s also the issue of what your friend overheard, what she could’ve told you.”

“She really didn’t tell me anything,” I murmured. Good God, there was an alien senator. “So, he wants to kill me to keep me quiet?”

“Yep.”

Stealing a peek at him, I saw that he was still staring at me, the sucker in his mouth.

I looked away quickly. “And you really work for the Department of Defense? Like an alien liaison?”

“Yep.”

I almost laughed, but I didn’t because I was sure I’d never stop. It would be the insanity kind of laughter.

“How are you feeling?” he asked suddenly.

I turned to him, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“How are you feeling?” he repeated, but he also reached over and placed a single finger on my jaw. He barely touched me, but it was like an electric shock rippled through me. For a brief second, I was reminded of how he felt when he’d pinned me to the bed.

Hunter’s smirk turned knowing. “Serena?”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“You have a bruise here and you took a couple of nasty spills.”

I hadn’t even noticed the bruise or paid much attention to the aches. “And you basically ate my energy or something?”

He grinned. “That, too.”

Well, he definitely had no shame. “It’s—I’m fine.”

There was a pause. “You could’ve died.”

“It’s really not important right now.”

A second later, I felt his warm breath along my cheek as he spoke. “I know you have more questions.”

I turned my cheek away from him, unnerved by how close he was and how he moved without making any noise. Heat crept over my cheeks when two cool fingertips pressed under my chin, and with surprising gentleness, Hunter guided my eyes to his. Our gazes locked. There was something in those unsettling eyes of his, a gleam of compassion that lurked under the coldness of the unnatural color.

“Ask,” he said, not looking away.

“So…you guys put me within spitting distance of a group of aliens that may want to kill me if they find out I’m here?”

“They won’t find out.”

I started to pull back, but his hand left my chin, curving around the nape of my neck. The grip wasn’t tight, but it was commanding. There was no moving away, no escaping what he wanted. His skin was cool and the pads of his fingers were rough, as if he used his hands a lot.

Hunter leaned in again, bringing our mouths within kissing distance. Restlessness unfurled, spreading through my veins, spiking my pulse. I froze.

“The senator obviously has a lot of contacts. Someone in the police department most likely sold you out, but you’re safe from them here.”

Those rough fingers slipped back around, trailing down the side of my throat. They stopped over my wildly beating pulse. I sucked in a breath. Hunter smiled, but there was no real warmth behind it. Heat, maybe, but it was lacking any sort of emotion.

I didn’t know what it was that made every cell in my body stand up and take notice —him touching me, or maybe I just wanted him to remove his hand.

His gaze dropped to my lips and his powerful body coiled tight. The milky blue hue of his eyes churned sudden flecks of dark azure. Tension seeped into the air, heavy like a well-worn blanket. The room cooled as if the air conditioner had kicked on and was cracked high. The room darkened, but over Hunter’s shoulder and beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, bright light basked the outdoors.

Tiny goose bumps shot across my skin.

Every instinct kicked into gear and was screaming at me to run—run as fast as I could. This inherent, very human warning system was blaring against the unnaturalness settling over the room.

But I couldn’t look away from his eyes. There wasn’t warmth in them, but there was a primal heat, and my body responded even as it tried to shy away.

Then Hunter removed his hand and sat back, popping the sucker back into his mouth and he waited. The spell was broken. Sucking in several deep gulps of air, I realized I’d held my breath.

My hand fluttered to my throat as I swallowed a few times. Throat dry, I reached for the glass and finished off the rest of the wine. The liquid burned on the way down.

“Am I safe from you?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

I looked at him. “Hunter?”

“I’m not going to lie and say I’m not dangerous. I am. In a way, I’ll be more dangerous to you than any Luxen will be,” he said, looking me dead-on. “I’m not the good guy here. I’m not the hero. My job is to keep you alive and I’ll do my best, but I can’t and I won’t make any promises.”

Wasn’t the most reassuring thing I was looking for , and frankly it made me want to run screaming from the room, but I nodded. He still had that damn sucker in his mouth, twirling it with his fingers. My body reacted in a surprised, fiery rush that I desperately ignored.

But no man should look that good with a sucker.

“How do you look so human?” I blurted out.

A small smile played across his lips. “Our DNA melded with human DNA. Same thing for the Luxen. I could go into detail, but it will probably bore you to tears. We may look human and even act it at times, but don’t ever forget that we are not human.”

My heart turned over heavily. “Are you trying to scare me?”

Hunter arched a brow. “I’m just telling you the truth.” Biting down on the sucker, he held the now empty white stick. “It’s probably a wise thing that you’re scared. Would you like another drink?”

I nodded, relieved when he got up to retrieve the wine bottle. Without him beside me, the air felt less tense and thick. I wished he’d put a shirt on. “How did I even get here?”

Hunter placed the refilled glass in front of me, and I grabbed it like a wino. “You’ll be happy to know it was a very human method of traveling. Drove your car to a private hangar and placed you on a plane.”

I took a healthy drink. “My car is still at the hangar?” The thing wasn’t a luxury vehicle, but I couldn’t afford a new one.

“Yes. It will not be touched there.”

I relaxed a little. “Will you tell me about what you are?”

“Already did that.” Hunter tossed the white stick from his sucker into the trash, then propped a hip against the island.

My gaze dropped to the glass between my palms as I smiled a little. “You’ve hardly told me anything about that.”

“I think the less you know the better.”

Something in his voice caused ice to drench my veins. As I took another drink of the wine, my throat tightened. The pressure spread to my chest. A new threat appeared. “I can’t be the first person to accidentally find out about aliens. Not even Mel.”

“Nope.” He took a drink. “Humans probably find out all the time. Either they are very smart and keep quiet or…”

“Or what?” I whispered.

Hunter’s pale eyes pierced me. “Or they disappear.”

“Is that what’s happened to me? I’ve disappeared?”

“Not yet.”

Again, what he said wasn’t the most reassuring thing. So many emotions beat at me like a violent riptide threatening to drag me under. I stopped myself from going for more wine. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He regarded me coolly. “You really want to know?”

I shot him a look. “Yes. I really want to know. I want to know everything.”

“The DOD may say one thing, but I know differently. The only reason you’re alive right now is because the Luxen stepped around the DOD and went after your friend.

Wherever there’s exposure, they are required to report it. They didn’t. That ticked the DOD off, and then when they issued a kill order on you, the DOD stepped in just to prove a point. And they want to know what the boys were fighting over.”

I wished he’d stop saying “kill order.” “I don’t know what they were fighting over.”

“You don’t?” He didn’t sound like he believed me.

“No.” I tugged a hand through my hair. “What are you really saying?”

“I think you know.” There was a pause. “The DOD’s protection of you is their way of giving the middle finger to the Luxen—and being nosy. It’s like a parent taking away a toy from an ill-behaving child. It’s not because they want to protect you. They are just proving a point. But if you prove to be too much of a risk, they will turn on you faster than you could blink.”

A few moments passed as I watched the heavy branches swaying in the breeze outside. I worked at getting that plug of emotion down my throat. My life wasn’t in my hands anymore, wasn’t even guaranteed. How was I not a risk? I knew about aliens. I’d seen them. I couldn’t wrap my head around this. I understood it and I was even processing it, but the full scale of what all of this meant was numbing.

And I knew deep down that there was a good chance I wasn’t going to walk away from this with my life. An alien race wanted me dead, an alien who was admittedly dangerous was protecting me, and the DOD could change their mind at any time and take me out. I was just expected to sit here and wait for someone or something to kill me.

I couldn’t do that.

It was more than just my life. It was about Mel, too. She was murdered and no one — no one—would be held accountable, especially if I was silenced.

Mel deserved justice.

He leaned against the island, his presence crowding as his eyes searched mine.

“You’ve really stepped into some shit, haven’t you?”

Hearing it put like that, I had to laugh, because if I didn’t, I’d cry and probably never stop crying. “Yeah, I think I stepped in it and then rolled around in it.”

His lips twitched.

Our gazes met and held for a moment. Unnerved, I glanced away, pressing my lips together. I couldn’t stay here.

“What about my job?” I said, hopeful. “I can’t—”

“The DOD have taken care of that. Due to an emergency, you have been given extended leave,” he replied.

Jesus.

I didn’t hear Hunter move closer, but there he was, so close we were sharing the same oxygen. His fingers under my chin again, tilting my head toward his. Our mouths separated by scant inches. My stomach hollowed and a hot and uncomfortable feeling spread through me like an out-of-control wildfire. Heaviness settled in my breasts and then spread much, much lower.

Hunter’s nostrils flared.

Even with all the crazy stuff happening recently, beneath the sorrow and the anger, I was still a red-blooded, twenty-three-year-old woman sitting in front of a man, who may not be a hundred-percent human but had to have caused a panty-dropping crisis across the universe. Maybe not a personality to brag about, but he oozed that kind of dark sex appeal that made good girls do bad, bad things. Over and over again.

We were stuck here—together and alone. There was no mistaking the predatory edge that had crept into his expression and I was no squeamish virgin.

The fingers under my chin drifted up, spreading across my cheek. I held still. His gaze dropped to my mouth and then farther down, his stare so intense it felt like a caress.

His lips slipped into a smile that did nothing to ease the stark lust in his face. “Oh, Serena, you really have no idea of what kind of shit you’ve stepped in.”