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

by Tiffany Roberts

He wanted Avery to be his cherry pie. He wanted her taste on his tongue. Somehow, he knew she’d be even sweeter than the filling in this pie.

Focus, Avery. Guys like him are not for you. He might flirt with you, but he’s not after a happily-ever-after. He’s likely more interested in the bow-chicka-wow-wow.

“Hope to see you again soon. I have a lot of other things you can taste.” Her eyes widened. “Uh, I mean, we have other things you can taste…on the menu. Obviously.” Hunter smirked. “Can’t wait to taste it all.”

He couldn’t ignore that Avery had been seared into his mind, that she had invaded his every thought, that she had become a drug to him—and he craved his next fix.

mmphhh

He leaned toward her, his dark gaze steady and serious. “Once I set my eye on something, I do not let it get away, vaerina.”

He willed his heart to slow so its beating wouldn’t affect what he heard, but that music, that fucking music, was too loud, and his damned cock was throbbing so hard that he was tempted to pin it between the door and his body in the hope of gaining even the smallest shred of relief.

“You’re mine, vaerina. I was a fool to think I could live without you.”

“But you make me want those things. You make me want to learn. You make me want to live, vaerina. I don’t have a home, but karak’duun, I want nothing more than to make one with you.”

He drew in a slow, deep breath, and a growl rumbled in his chest. “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.”

“You’re my obsession, Avery,” Fyran growled as he broke their kiss and met her gaze. He pumped his hips, surrendering to the lust crashing over him as he listened to her soft moans of pleasure. “My purpose, my desire, my need”—he drew back and drove into her again—“my hope, my everything.”