Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,87

teeth along his shaft; the cloud of her aroused fragrance engulfing him.

She tightened her fist and sucked harder, rubbing her tongue against the nodules on the underside of his crown.

Zevris’s mind—and his self-control—shattered.

He lifted his hand from the workbench, taking hold of her hair on both sides of her head, and pumped his hips. Each of his thrusts was punctuated by a snarl, and each struck him with a surge of pleasure.

Tabitha dropped her hand from his shaft, bracing herself with her palms against his thighs. Staring up at him with those big, gleaming, lustful eyes, she curled her fingers, digging her blunt nails into his skin.

Everything within Zevris tightened at once, the pressure suddenly so immense that he couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

A roar tore up from his chest as pleasure burst through him. His cock pulsed, and his seed erupted into Tabitha’s mouth. She made a sound of surprise, but she quickly swallowed, sucking on him again, coaxing out more seed.

His torso sagged forward as waves of ecstasy blasted through him, but he kept his hips moving erratically. By the time she’d milked him for everything, his arms and legs were trembling, and his breath was coming in strained pants.

Tabitha pulled back, and his cock slipped free from her mouth. Loosening his grip on her hair, Zevris reached down and grasped her chin, tilting her face up toward him. He swiped his thumb over her swollen bottom lip, rubbing his seed into it. She licked his thumb before she took it into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it.

Zevris inhaled deeply; the air was scented heavily with their arousal, but the smells were separate. He yearned for them to be combined, for them to come together to form a new fragrance that was unique to them—the scent of their mating bond.

He growled and pulled his thumb free to brush the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “Ah, Tabitha. I cannot wait to make you mine.” He sank into a crouch before her. “Until then…”

She giggled, offering no resistance as he gently laid her back and spread her thighs wide.

He grinned down at her. “Until then, I’m going to drink my fill.”

Zevris lowered his head, and his female’s laughter quickly gave way to breathless moans of pleasure.

Nineteen

Though Tabitha’s eyes were on the TV screen and the movie it was playing—The Princess Bride—most of her attention was elsewhere. Elsewhere, of course, being Zevris.

She was lying on the couch with her head on his lap, and he was gently combing his fingers through her hair. It was such a simple, soothing thing, and she nearly shivered in delight every time those fingers touched her scalp. It meant the lightest, teasing scrape of the claws on his ring and pinky fingers and the brush of the rough, callused fingertips of his index and middle fingers; he’d kept those claws trimmed short, just for her.

His other hand was resting possessively on Tabitha’s side, its fingers occasionally stroking or creeping tantalizingly close to her breast, and he had his tail draped over her waist, the fluffy tuft at its tip curled against her belly.

Tabitha couldn’t fully ignore that Dexter was on the couch, too, or that he was lying on top of her feet, but that didn’t matter. At least her feet were nice and warm. Not that she’d been wanting for heat over the last week.

This whole situation—lounging on the couch, watching a movie with an alien—was so unreal, so unbelievable, and yet so…normal. This was what her life had become, and, well…it was good. Really good.

She’d spent a week here in Zevris’s home, and the routine they’d fallen into was equal parts mundane and out of this world. Every morning, Zevris had woken her with pleasure. Whether it was with his fingers, mouth, or tail, he’d ensured she started each day in a happy place. He’d not once asked for anything in return—but that hadn’t stopped her from reciprocating.

And oh, did she love to reciprocate. She loved the way he trembled under her touch, the way he tasted on her tongue, and most of all, the way he lost control. Zevris coming undone was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. It made her feel powerful. And when he pleasured her…he made her feel beautiful, made her feel wanted, made her feel like she mattered.

He made her feel loved.

After her daily wake-up call, he would cook breakfast, letting her relax afterward with a cup of coffee or tea as he