Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us, #1)

by Tiffany Roberts

A faloran althicar was not meant to be on Earth.

Or, perhaps, Zevris was simply tired of never being…himself.

All he needed to do was find a human female who he was drawn to enough to form a mating bond—and who was willing to enter that undying bond with him. A simple, straightforward objective.

What was she doing? She was spying on the hot guy next door like she was some nosey busybody. What if he had seen her? Shame filled her.

She felt his gaze upon her, raking over her slowly, and a delightful shiver nearly coursed up her spine. No one had ever looked at her the way he was.

Because he makes me feel things way too strongly, and I…I can’t get hurt again.

He caught a fistful of his hair and squeezed. His experiences in covert operations had taught him how powerful emotions like hope could be—and how dangerous. It was wholly exploitable, used as a weapon as easily as it could be used as a source of inspiration, and he knew better than to base plans around it.

What would his name—his true name—sound like from her lips, spoken in her soft, lyrical voice?

This was Zevris’s chance to find a lifemate. To finally settle in one place, to have a family. He’d never considered any of it before; it would’ve been foolish to do so, given his people’s situation.

Was it not a human courtship custom to give flowers to the female one meant to woo? Perhaps this was a way to signal his intentions without seeming overbearing. Without making her run away again.

Being rejected by human females was nothing new to him, but he really wanted to get this right with Tabitha. He wanted her.

His desire for Tabitha was undiminished; he was determined to make her his.

He’d never looked into a female’s eyes and known that she would be his lifemate. Not until Tabitha.

And Tabitha wanted Logan—badly. He was her perfect fantasy. The only problem was…she wasn’t any guy’s perfect fantasy.

And his ears were pointed, just like the man in the hologram—though Logan’s were adorned with a few gleaming piercings.

“I was attempting to court you, Tabitha. I have encountered no female who has set my blood ablaze as you have, none who have captivated me as you have. I’d intended to ask you on a date, to follow your human customs, to gain your trust, and reveal everything to you in time, but circumstances have made all that impossible.”

She was his to claim, his to mate, his and no one else’s.

“You’ll have no further use for it, my mate. I will satisfy your needs from now on. If you require a cock for your pleasure”—he

it will be mine. It will be my cock that fills you, my seed that floods your womb, my name you will utter in the throes of passion.”

“I want you to carry my young.”

“But more than that, I want you to be my lifemate. I want to touch you, to glide my hands over your body, to feel your soft skin and your alluring curves. I want to strip you bare and taste you, to lick every inch of you, to lap your essence from between your thighs like it is my altar and you are my goddess. I want to thrust my cock inside your pussy and feel your heat wrap around me. I want the air filled with your cries of pleasure, I want my name alone upon your lips. “I want you, Tabitha. All of you. And soon enough, you will see that you are mine.”

“I have not earned your thanks. When I have given you pleasure, when I have given you security, when I have given you happiness, you may thank me.”

She’d been used, betrayed, and dumped by guys who she thought cared about her.

Zevris reared back and stared down at her. His gaze was so bright, so intense, so heated and hungry, that Tabitha swore he was about to devour her.

“There will be no hiding. You are beautiful beyond words, Tabitha.”

Zevris released a heavy breath, body tensing, and rasped, “Let me have you, Tabitha.” He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Let me make you mine.”

He’d suppressed his yearning for more, for someone to hold in his empty arms, for someone to…love. For Tabitha.

Tabitha’s scent had taken on a hint of his own, creating something new but immediately familiar. It had become their scent.