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

by Tiffany Roberts

“This was not the only surprise I found in your drawer. But your other toy is no more.” He dropped the vibrator onto the pile of underwear and crawled onto the bed. “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 caught her ankle in one hand and dragged her down until she was on her back before drawing himself over her—“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 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.”

Was she so starved for affection that she could forgive what he’d done? Yes. Yes, I am.

moment—refuse to look at him, refuse to speak to him—she had to use whatever weapons she could in this battle. But it was hard to ignore the mouth-watering aromas of buttery garlic steak, mashed potatoes, and cheesy broccoli. Her alien had gone all out. No. Not my alien.

“Look at me, Tabitha.” She complied without thinking. His face was hard, serious, and his frown remained firmly in place. “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 drank like she’d just spent days trekking across a scorching desert. Before she knew it, only the ice remained. The cubes clinked together as she lowered the glass. She glanced aside to see Zevris still staring at her. Fortunately, some of the intensity in his gaze had been eased by the slight smirk on his lips. She lowered the glass. “What?” That smirk took on a roguish edge. “My female is even thirstier than I’d thought.” Tabitha’s brows furrowed. “Did you just… Did you seriously…” She shook her head. “Nope, we’re not going there.”

“I thought the saying was that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I guess it works the other way around, too.” She stilled, realizing what she’d said only after the words had been spoken. “That the way to a man’s stomach is through his heart?” Zevris asked, frowning. “Um, yeah. That.”

Why did he have to say things that made her heart quicken, her stomach flutter, and her core pool with desire? Why couldn’t he have been cruel so it would be easy to hate him?

“Damn it, Zevris! This isn’t right. I’m not your prisoner!” He took a step forward, pinning her against the wall with his body. Tabitha gasped, hands flat on the wall, as she felt something hard and thick probing just above her ass. There was no doubt in her mind what that was. Zevris leaned his head down so his mouth was close to her ear. “No, but you are mine all the same, Nykasha.

She’d never smelled anything as masculinely divine as him. If she could replicate his scent and make it into a soap, she’d make a fortune.

She lifted her arms to cover herself, but they froze when Zevris growled again and shook his head. “No, Nykasha.” He leaned down, slipping a hand under her head to twine his fingers in her hair. His lips were within an inch of hers when he stopped. “There will be no hiding. You are beautiful beyond words, Tabitha.” His hold on her hair tightened, and he tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. His face moved closer still, so close that the tip of his nose brushed along her jaw, and he inhaled deeply. “And your scent is ambrosial.”

At a glance, it could’ve been mistaken for a human’s. But then there were the nubs running from the edge of his crown down to his base—a line of them on his underside and another on top. Those were what she had felt when he was grinding against her. Textured for her pleasure.

“I see my mate approves of her male.” Her gaze snapped up to his face to find him wearing a naughty grin. Way to go, Tabby. What was it he called you? Thirsty? Yeah. She could seriously go for a nice, tall, hot alien drink right about now.

“What are you doing?” she screeched, scooting away. Zevris wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back, tucking her body against his. He slipped his other arm under hear head. “I am going to sleep with my mate.” “But you’re naked!” “Mhmm.” His cock, now pressed along the curve of her ass, twitched. “And hard.” “Since I first laid eyes upon you.”

It’s just a dick, Tabby. It’s not going to bite….right?

“No breakfast in bed?” “I’m more than willing to take you back to my bed if that’s what you desire.” She narrowed her eyes on him. “You do, and I’ll gouge your eyes out with a spoon.” Blood thirsty female. Zevris couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from quirking up. “So long as you are the last thing I see, I wouldn’t mind.”

will not force myself upon you, Tabitha. I will only take what you give freely. But I will not relent. I will do everything I can to have you beneath me, to have your taste upon my tongue, to make you mine.”

“Okay. I accept.” Relief and excitement flooded Zevris, surging so quickly and powerfully that he felt like he would burst. All he could do was grin at her like a damned fool. Tabitha Mathews, you are mine.

“Tabitha,” Zevris called from upstairs. The sound of his voice startled her from her thoughts. Dexter lifted his head and regarded her, his tail flicking uncertainly. Tabitha swallowed back her surprise, stuffed her doubts into the dark hole she’d dug for them in the back of her mind, and replied, “Yeah?” “Come upstairs. I have something for you.” Is it his throbbing dick?

“Zevris...” “It does not mean you are accepting me as your mate,” he rasped. “I only wish to pleasure you. To feel you tremble beneath my touch, to taste you upon my tongue, to revel in your cries of ecstasy.”

“You deserve adoration. Deserve to be worshipped. Deserve to be pleasured in ways no human or faloran has ever dreamed.” He pinched her nipple, making her breath hitch. “Your body was made for pleasure, Tabitha. Made to be pleasured by me.”

This was really happening. He really wanted her. And God, she wanted him, too.

“I could get used to this,” Tabitha said from the table behind him. A flare of hope shone bright within Zevris; dangerous as it might’ve been, he didn’t try to extinguish it. As he rinsed the spatula, he asked, “Used to what?” “A man doing all the cooking and cleaning. If you want to woo a woman, this right here is how you do it.”

“My eyes are up here, female.” Her lips stretched into a slow smile. “I know. Just enjoying the view.” Zevris’s tail twitched, and he lifted it higher. “Oh?” Tabitha laughed, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “Have I mentioned that I really like tails?”

must warn you, Tabitha—prepare yourself. For I may have made what you are about to see sound far more interesting than it truly is.” She side-eyed him. “As long as you don’t have any other captives in there, and you have nothing nefarious planned for me, then we’re good.” He tilted up a corner of his mouth. “That depends entirely upon your definition of nefarious.”

“So, what do your tattoos mean?” He raised his arms to draw up the sleeve of his t-shirt and glanced down at the design on his flesh. “They say that I have been banished. They’re the markings of an exiled faloran.” Tabitha reared back. “What?” “The nature of my assignments as an althicar are often such that they must not be linked back to the Azmus Protectorate. I haven’t truly been banished, but were I ever captured or killed, these markings would have given our leaders grounds to deny any involvement in my actions. Upon honorable completion of my service, these markings will be changed to reflect the risks I undertook in service to my people.”

am far more concerned with what I do with my life now than what happens after I am gone.”

“Nykasha. It means beloved one.”

allowed him to, but she didn’t want a slave. She wanted a partner.

Tabitha was…happy. Even though it had only been a week, and even though he’d technically kidnapped her, she’d never felt so happy. And it was getting harder and harder not to just…love him.

her all into a relationship meant she’d get the same in return.

“As you wish,” he said, echoing her favorite line from the movie playing in the background. Giddiness flooded her. It was hard not to read a very specific meaning into his words, especially given what they were watching.

She frowned as she hugged herself, running her palms over her arms. She’d always been self-conscious about her arms.

“You really are a romantic. Did they teach you that before you came here looking for a mate?”

“Do you miss it? Your homeworld?” He also dropped his gaze. For what felt like a long while, he was silent, his face more unreadable than ever before. “I miss the idea of it. I miss what it should’ve been to me…what it should be. But I have been away for so long…it has not felt like home in my heart for a long, long while.”

“Behave,” she whispered, unable to stop a teasing smile from turning up the corners of her lips. “You willfully tempt me and then tell me to behave?” His grin took on an even more devilish slant as he tilted his chin down to stare at her from beneath his dark eyebrows. “Every day, Nykasha, you show me more reasons why you’re meant to be mine.”

“Ever seen a cow in red?” the first man asked. “Trying to attract a bull, maybe,” replied another. “Target’s sure big enough.” The third man grunted and made a drawn-out mooing sound.

Are these men insulting you?” Her bottom lip quivered before she could stop it. “It’s nothing,” she repeated. His brows fell low, and he clenched his jaw. His hold on her chin tightened infinitesimally. “It is not nothing if it has hurt you.”

“Zevris, don’t. Let’s just go. They’re not worth it.” “But you are,”

“Apologize to her,” Zevris commanded. Cody lifted his head. His nose was definitely broken, and his eyes looked like they were already swelling. But there was more in them, something she’d never seen—fear. Perhaps even a hint of humility. Zevris shoved the Cody’s head back down and forced him onto hands and knees. “You don’t get to look at her. You have not earned that right. Apologize. Now.” “I’m sorry,” Cody murmured. “So fucking sorry.” Zevris’s hand flexed. Cody groaned. “Damn it, I’m sorry! Sorry I…I treated you like shit, Tabby. Sorry for all the things I said, everything I did. So, so fucking sorry.”

He could have simply ignored them. As he’d admitted, he’d not really understood what the men had meant beyond their insulting tones. But it had been her pain that had set him off. Screw waiting three more weeks. Tabitha knew what she wanted. She wanted Zevris to be hers.

Zevris could have ignored any insult they might’ve hurled at him, but he could not tolerate anyone insulting his mate.

“You know what that would mean, Nykasha.” Tabitha slid one of her hands down until her fingertips were caressing his jaw. “Yes. Make me yours. I want to be yours.”

His nostrils flared, and his heart quickened slightly—Tabitha’s scent was sharper and fuller than ever, bearing an impossible new sweetness and just a hint of something more. And it was strengthening by the moment. He raised his head to look down at her. She opened her eyes and peered up at him. The faintest glimmer of blue flashed in her eyes. He moved a hand to her cheek, sweeping back loose strands of her sweat-dampened hair, and watched in awe as tiny blue flecks appeared amidst the green of her irises, so subtle at first that he doubted whether they were real.

He understood somehow, on a deep, instinctual level, that the warmth he was feeling was his connection to her. It was their mating bond.

Tabitha’s scent had taken on a hint of his own, creating something new but immediately familiar. It had become their scent. Zevris caught her chin. His eyes bored into hers. “You are mine, Nykasha.”

Tabitha wanted Zevris. She knew that with certainty. He was caring, considerate, funny, and sexy as hell. He’d stood up for her. He was also genuinely attracted to her. His every glance at her, his every caress, and every powerful thrust of his shaft had shown her that. Why would she let someone like him slip through her fingers?

“Zevris, unless you get kicks out of golden showers, I suggest you let me go,” she muttered into the pillow. “I would enjoy any shower with you, Nykasha.” Tabitha burst out laughing. “Uh, no. We’ll skip that particular shower.”

“It’s fine. I’m not dying.” A corner of his mouth tilted up. “Good. You’re not allowed to.”

OMFG!!!! He’s so fucking hot!!!!!! A gif of a woman fanning herself appeared right below, then another of a woman fainting. Girl, you better have jumped that man’s dick and rode it to kingdom cum, Mia wrote.