Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,106

would she let someone like him slip through her fingers?

Zevris stirred and clutched her a little tighter, rubbing his face against her neck. His hand slid down to rest over her belly. He took in a deep breath and released it in a low purr before seeming to calm and settle back into sleep.

Though his touch was relaxed and comforting, having his hand on her stomach reminded Tabitha of why he was here in the first place.

Would she get pregnant? Was she already pregnant? Was it even possible between their two species?

She moved her hand down and touched her belly next to his hand. What would it feel like to have life growing within her, to have his baby?

Again, she waited for that voice to tell her that this was a bad idea, that she wasn’t ready, that she barely knew Zevris, but her mind was quiet and calm. She had no regrets. Everything felt…right. Better than right. It felt perfect.

You are mine, Nykasha.

Tabitha closed her eyes. His voice was so clear in her mind that it was as if he’d spoken those words aloud right now.

The connection she felt to Zevris was so deep and powerful it almost defied explanation. It was so much more than the pleasure they’d shared, so much more than his touch or his embrace, so much more than her adoration of him—more, even, than her burgeoning love.

But Tabitha knew what that something more was, even if she couldn’t understand it.

This was the mating bond he’d talked about. It had begun as a warmth in her core when he’d first filled her with his seed, but even then, she’d recognized it as something separate. Because unlike that fullness in her womb, this warmth had spread through her veins, suffusing her body from the inside out, making her heart flutter and her skin thrum.

Now it was a steady sensation, a grounding force, dependable and calming; it was the antithesis of loneliness. She felt Zevris through that sensation just as surely as she felt his body against hers. This new warmth…it was him. Like some part of his soul had nestled inside her, like it had wound itself around her heart and would never let go. And now that it was there, she wanted to feel it forever.

But there was another sensation, more urgent and far less welcome, that made her restless and uncomfortable when all she wanted to do was simply lie in Zevris’s arms.

Her bladder was full to bursting.

Tabitha groaned and reached for the edge of the bed, gently pulling herself away from Zevris. He growled and yanked her back, tightening his hold as he skimmed his lips and fangs over her neck and shoulders, sending a thrilling shiver through her.

“Does my mate hunger for me?” he asked, his voice deep and husky from sleep. He pressed his hips forward. His cock slipped between her thighs to run along her pussy. “I hunger for her.”

Her nipples tightened, tender and achy from his ministrations last night, and that spark of desire thrummed in her core. But it only enhanced her discomfort.

She pressed her forehead to the pillow and groaned again.

Stupid bladder.

“Zevris, unless you get kicks out of golden showers, I suggest you let me go,” she muttered into the pillow.

“I would enjoy any shower with you, Nykasha.”

Tabitha burst out laughing. “Uh, no. We’ll skip that particular shower.”

His hands cupped her breasts, and he rolled her sensitive nipples with his thumbs. It sent a jolt through of pleasure straight to her clit.

Stupid, stupid bladder.

“We can shower after,” he rumbled in her ear before he nipped it with his fang. His tail unwound from her thigh to slither higher, brushing along her pussy.

Tabitha started. “Zevris, I have to pee!”

He froze so thoroughly that it was like he’d been dunked in a vat of liquid nitrogen. An instant later, he lifted his arm away and withdrew his tail. His voice had lost some of its early morning gravel when he said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

She knew without asking that he was thinking about how he’d kept her tied to his bed for hours while she’d really had to pee, that this was an echo of that same guilt, but she considered the two situations entirely different.

Tabitha twisted to face him. Though his gaze burned with that ravenous light, it was softened by his slight frown and furrowed brow. He looked so adorable and sexy while he was all sleep rumpled.

She chuckled and leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss