Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,36
had likely seen the ultricar.
She was a threat not just to him and his mission, but to the Exthurizen, to the faloran people. If she spoke to anyone about what she’d seen…
He would have had to reveal himself to her eventually, had things gone as he’d hoped. But that would’ve been after building mutual trust, after knowing she would safeguard his secret. Their relationship hadn’t quite reached that point. All his training, all his experience, told him there was only one way to handle this for sure.
But Zevris refused to follow that course of action. He would not lose Tabitha. He would do everything he could to court her, to gain her trust, to make her see that he was not her enemy…
Zevris smoothed his palm up her thigh, stopping it just below her ass, and squeezed.
He would make her see that she was his.
He opened the hidden compartment behind the television and removed the adjustable restraints. They’d simply been part of his kit; he’d never anticipated using them, and he didn’t want to use them now.
Don’t humans sometimes like to be bound during mating?
He cast aside that thought. He had no idea if Tabitha enjoyed that sort of thing, and, again, this seemed a highly inappropriate time to be considering such matters. And he was sure that mating was the last thing currently on her mind.
Zevris carried her to the bed, unwound his tail from her wrists, and dropped her atop the bedding. She let out a startled little gasp as she bounced on the mattress. He leapt onto the bed before she could recover, straddling her and using his weight to hold her in place. When she slammed her hands against his chest to push at him, he touched a restraint to each of her wrists. Commanded by his neural transceiver, the bindings’ material snaked around her pale flesh and sealed itself to make closed loops.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice rising in panic as she looked at her wrists. She bucked beneath him, but he didn’t budge. “No!”
He leaned forward, drawing the loose end of the binding on her left wrist to the corner of the bed. She tried to pull her arm away, but she couldn’t match his strength. He attached the restraint to the post on the slatted headboard. Tabitha’s breaths came quick and hot, fanning across his chest. Zevris did his best to ignore the way her body felt beneath his, especially now that her full breasts were pressed against his abdomen.
Tabitha went incredibly still. “Logan, please don’t do this.”
He placed a hand on the headboard’s upper rail, fingers trembling as he struggled to keep from crushing the wood in his grasp. “Zevris.”
“What?”
“My name is Zevris Akkaran,” he said, forcing himself back into motion. He drew the restraint on her right wrist toward the other bedpost. “Logan Ellis is an alias.”
“What…what are you?”
The binding secured itself to the post. Zevris hesitated for another moment, closing his eyes. She was right here beneath him, in his bed, her body against his…
Muttering a curse, he shoved himself away from the headboard and rolled off Tabitha. He stood up and stepped away from the bed the instant his feet touched the floor. He didn’t let himself look at her, not yet; not while her scent was still lingering in his nostrils, not while his skin still thrummed with her warmth, not while traces of that mysterious pheromone remained in his system.
“I am a faloran. My race comes from a planet very, very far from Earth.”
“So you’re…an alien.”
He walked to the open compartment, tossed in the extra restraints, and closed the panel. “I am.”
There was a soft rustling on the bedding, and Tabitha’s bindings creaked against the wooden headboard. “Are you going to kill me?”
That question struck him hard, landing like a blow to the chest. He knew its impact was only intensified by it being wholly valid—and the fact that, were he following protocol, he would have killed her already.
He whipped his face toward her, and when he spoke, his voice was harsh and raw. “No. Never.”
Her brows creased, and the corners of her lips turned down as her eyes moved over him. “Are…you going to probe me?”
Zevris stared at her; she was laid upon his bed like an offering, arms spread to either side and hair fanned around her head. His cock twitched with want, and his skin tingled with the memory of how her body had felt against him.