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

by Tiffany Roberts

A scent struck him then—no, scent wasn’t quite right, wasn’t elegant enough a word. This was a fragrance, calming and mellow, sweet with a hint of spice. Cinnamon, vanilla, and cloves, underlaid by something decidedly feminine and alluring but much harder to identify. He breathed it in deeply. Something tightened low in his belly, and his cock twitched. Fyran’s brow furrowed. What the fuck?

“You seemed like you were having a bad day,” the woman in front of him said. “Pie makes everything better.”

The female before him was…beautiful.

The female’s lips, shapely and pink, were curled up in a wide smile—a smile she was gifting directly to him. No one had ever smiled at Fyran that way. It was the sort of expression that could make him forget his name, that could make him forget his purpose. He could blissfully lose himself in it.

Fyran’s heart was pounding even harder now, and it had nothing to do with his anger; he couldn’t even recall being angry.

There were millions of words in dozens of languages stored in his head between his mind and the neural transceiver, but for a few moments, Fyran couldn’t recall a single one. Her eyes, so big and round, captivated him.

The transition from smile to frown on Avery’s lips was like a bright summer sun suddenly dropping behind the horizon to plunge the world into darkness, and it jarred Fyran from his stupor. He sat up straight, flattening a hand atop the counter to brace himself.

I want you. Karak’duun, where the hell had that thought come from?

Avery turned and made her way along the counter, pausing to inquire if an elderly customer needed anything. She patted the man’s hand affectionally before moving on. Something rumbled in Fyran’s chest, and it took him a moment to realize what it was. Jealousy. What the fuck?

She laughed. The rumble of jealousy Fyran had felt a moment before flared into something he could never have anticipated, twisting into a monster that made his fury look tame. He didn’t like seeing her smile at another male, didn’t like seeing her touch another male, didn’t like seeing her laugh with another male.

his female. Hold on a fucking second, Fyran. My female?

My female. No! He…he wasn’t seeking a female, wasn’t seeking a lifemate. He refused to take part in this mission.

His attraction to this female was natural, and it had nothing to do with wanting a lifemate or a family. It was sexual. He was a male, she was a female. An incredibly attractive female, with big entrancing eyes, an intoxicating scent, and an alluring gracefulness. Sexual urges were nothing new. He’d had them before, and he’d ignored them. This was no different. It wouldn’t be a detriment to the work he was attempting to do here on Earth.

“Maaaaybe another piece of cherry pie?” How about a piece of you? Fuck.

The only experience Avery had with love was through romance novels and movies—and

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

He leaned down, his cheek coming close enough to brush her hair, and huskily whispered in her ear, “It’s a date-date.” What the heck was that? Had he just used his bedroom voice on her? That had definitely been a fuck-me voice.

She’s mine. Those words echoed in his mind, deep and powerful, and pulsed outward to hang in the air, making the car feel as though it were charged with electricity.

There are no other men like me in this world or any other. I exist only for you, Avery.

Smirking, Avery turned a few of the items in the medicine cabinet so they were just slightly askew or backward and dropped a couple floss sticks into the drawer compartment that held the replacement razor heads. “Oops.” She didn’t know if it would bother him, but she was interested to find out just how deep his need for order ran.

She wasn’t a target, not really. She was…his obsession. His thoughts were consumed by her, his every breath was taken for her, his entire body yearned for her. And yet, obsession didn’t seem the right word.

This wasn’t merely a fixation. He wasn’t merely intrigued or lustful, this wasn’t merely a matter of wanting. He needed this female with every fiber of his being. She was his other half. It was frightening, but it was true. He’d go to any lengths to keep her safe, would sacrifice anything for her—and he’d do so gladly.

“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.”

“You’re mine, vaerina. And I am yours. All that I am, for better or worse…I belong to you.”

But Fyran Voltanix was real, and God was he sexy. And he was hers.

“I fought this assignment hard, did everything I could to ignore it, and I was miserable. But seeing you, being with you, changed everything. And I want everything, Avery…with you.”

“I will watch you blossom and glow, watch you shine brighter than any star.”

“Of course you never mean to, but you do. You never think about what you say or how you’ll make someone feel—how you make me feel. It’s always about you or what other people might think of you.”

“You judge the things I like, the way I live, my looks,” Avery continued. “God, you can’t even perceive someone like Hunter loving me because I’m not pretty enough? Do you honestly not hear yourself?” Avery’s bottom lip quivered. “Why can’t you just love me for who I am? Why can I never just be good enough?

“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.”

“This is the end of my old life. I clung to it so hard because I never knew anything else, because I never thought I could have anything else. Until I met you. And I never want my old life to come in contact with you again. I never want to feel what I felt tonight, while you were in danger. Now we start anew, vaerina. No more running, no more hiding, no more fear. Now we will live.” “And love.” “Ah, my Avery, I’ll never fucking stop loving you.”