Stalked by the Alien Assassin (Aliens Among Us, #2)

by Tiffany Roberts

Only one thing was clear—the beast dwelling inside Fyran had chosen Avery as its own, and it wasn’t going to be denied.

“You touch her again,” Hunter said in a low, gravelly voice that was barely more than a growl, “and I’ll tear off your fucking hand.”

“There are children here,” a man said from nearby in the sort of exasperated, patronizing tone Avery had heard so much in her youth. The muscles of Hunter’s jaw ticked. He swung his head aside to look at the man and growled, “How the fuck you think they got here?”

He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder, wanted to assure her through a simple touch that she was safe, that she was not alone, that all was well. That her mother’s words held no weight. He wanted to run his lips over her skin, to kiss and lick those cinnamon freckles that Allison had called unsightly and show Avery just how desirable he found them.

“Wait…you’re a highly trained assassin sent from who-knows-where to conduct a mission on Earth, and you’ve just been…procrastinating?” “Spent some time dating you. I wouldn’t call that procrastinating.”

“We’ll, uh, come back to that subject another time.” “Oh, we’ll be coming. A lot.” Heat shot through her body, making her skin flush. “Oh, my God. Can we just…get my things? You can come with me—” His grinned widened, turning absolutely wicked. “Okay, bad choice of words.”

I am the only one on this whole fucking world, in this whole fucking universe, who will keep you safe, and that is what I am damned well going to do whether you want it or not.”

“Fine! But you can forget all about me being your mate and the…the coming!” “Oh, we’ll fucking see about that,” he said with a humorless laugh. “You’re mine, vaerina, and you’ll be begging for it before I’m through.”

“You’d never betray me, huh, Beau? You’re just a big ole softy. You’re the cutest little kitty, aren’t you? And there’s no way I could be mad at you, because you’re not a grown-ass man who has the ability to recognize the difference between right and wrong and act accordingly.” Fyran growled. “Yeah, well, he also licks his own asshole.”

“Avery?” Another pause. “I searched the internet. I will not tolerate this silent treatment any longer.” She grinned. She could picture him frowning over a computer, typing why won’t my female speak to me into a search bar with the tips of his claws.

“I’m still mad at you.” Fyran chuckled. He covered her hand with his and turned his head, brushing his lips across her forehead and his nose over her hair. “You can be mad all you want as long as you’re in my arms.”

“I’m being truthful with you, Avery,” he said, shifting his hand to take hold of hers. “Then and now, all I wanted to do was take away your pain.” His lips spread in a wide grin. “Well, that and rut you.”

“I’m yours,” she rasped against his mouth. “I’ve always been yours.” Fyran growled and caught her chin, capturing her eyes with his. “Damn right you fucking are, vaerina.”

Avery dominated his senses—he was drowning in her heat, her scent, her taste. She was in his every breath; she was the fire in his veins and the thumping of his heart. She was his universe.

A ragged growl tore out of Fyran’s throat. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear before you go on—no one will lay so much as a finger on my mate without my consent or I will bite that finger off and use it to fuck whoever is stupid enough to think they can touch my female.”

“My female enjoys this, doesn’t she?” “She does,” Avery breathed. “Well, merry birthday, vaerina.” “It’s happy birthday.” His palm cracked down on her ass again. “Do not correct me, female.”

“Avery is the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. She’s like the stars in the night sky, sparkling, constant, mesmerizing. She’s like the sun, fierce and fucking passionate, warm and welcoming. And she’s like the moon, quiet, calming, always smiling even when she hurts inside. She’s all that despite you. Your best fucking efforts couldn’t destroy her, because she’s more than either of you could ever be. And she is mine.” He tossed the money onto the table. “Enjoy your fucking meal.”