Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,117

I’ve broken your slumber too many times already tonight.”

She was silent, and he could feel her eyes on his shaft, could feel her debating with herself, and just the thought of her closing her mouth over his cock or taking it into the inferno that was her body had seed oozing from its tip.

“Tabitha…” he warned in a low voice.

“I’ve got the energy if you do,” she said, and he could hear the grin in her voice. “Besides…we have a baby to make.”

Zevris growled and rolled himself onto her. He positioned his body between her legs, bracing one hand next to her head to hold himself up. Sure enough, she was grinning up at him.

“Nykasha, you will be my undoing.” He grasped his cock, lined it up with her pussy, and thrust his hips hard.

Tabitha’s lips parted with a gasp. Her head tilted back, and her lashes fluttered, but she did not close her eyes or look away from him. Her sex gripped him; agonizingly exquisite, blisteringly hot, and tantalizingly wet. She fit him so fucking perfectly.

He groaned and circled his hand around her neck like a collar, using his thumb to keep her face tilted up toward him as he slowly pumped in and out of her, angling himself so the nubs on his cock dragged along her clit.

She panted, her breaths short and needy, and her inner walls pulsed, quivering around him. He knew she was sensitive, knew she was tender, and knew she was close to reaching her peak.

Tabitha slipped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips. “I love you,” she rasped.

Those words again sent a thrill through Zevris that filled him with raw, volatile heat. His rhythm changed, becoming more urgent, and soon he was pounding into her with fierce snaps of his hips. He could not hold himself back.

“And I love you.” He slammed his mouth down over hers and kissed her deep, swallowing her cries, her moans, her whimpers.

All that pleasure created by the joining of their bodies, all that ecstasy created by friction and touch, was overwhelming on its own, but it was cocooned by something stronger now. Their admission of mutual love had wrapped everything in an extra layer that made it more potent, more powerful, more meaningful.

This was his home. This was where he belonged—with Tabitha, his mate, now and forever.

And he refused to let anyone take her from his side.

Though his eyelids were heavy, and the weight of weariness had settled over his body, Zevris had yet to fall asleep. A glance at the nearby clock told him it was thirty-seven minutes after three o’clock in the morning. This part of Earth was relatively quiet and still, and it would remain so for at least a couple more hours. The only sound in the bedroom was that of Tabitha’s slow, steady breathing.

Karak’duun, she felt so good tucked against him. His blood still ran hot, and the ache of desire still pulsed in his loins. It would have been so easy to take her again, to pull her atop him and tease her sex before pushing his cock into her slick heat.

But he refused to submit to those urges. He refused to rouse his mate again. He’d known she was exhausted, and it had been proven beyond a doubt after their last round of lovemaking. After he’d withdrawn from her and rolled onto his back, Tabitha had curled up against him, laid her head on his shoulder, and fallen asleep within seconds.

Zevris lifted his head to look down at Tabitha. Her face was angled up toward his, and her cheek was resting on his chest. Her warm breaths fanned delightfully across his skin. She looked so serene like this, so carefree. He wanted to ensure that she always looked so at peace; that was his new mission in life, the only one that mattered.

As slowly and gently as he could, he moved a hand to her face and traced her features with the pad of his finger. His whisper-soft touch followed her delicate brow, ran down along her adorable nose, glided over her cheekbone and down to her full, pink lips.

She didn’t stir.

He had no doubt that she would make use of that lily of the valley scent sometime in the future, and he would not try to stop her…but he would make every effort to spare her the full ferocity of his desire for so prolonged a period. Even he felt the exertion; he could