Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,45
she had crash landed on an alien planet, was being sold at an intergalactic auction, or he’d abducted her himself.
But that didn’t mean she wanted it to happen in real life…right?
That was fantasy, and this…this was reality. And in reality, a man wasn’t supposed to kidnap a woman because she wouldn’t sleep with him and he couldn’t take no for an answer. Or, in her case…because she’d discovered he was an alien. It didn’t matter how attractive they were, or if they had stupidly sexy, sculpted muscles, glowing F-me eyes, tattoos, piercings, and a tail.
Damn it, why did Zevris have to have a tail? She was such a sucker for tails. And for strong hands with long fingers and claws, and wicked fangs that could scrape her neck and send shivers straight to her core, and nipple piercings she wanted to flick with her tongue…
Tabitha snapped her eyes open. “Damn it, Tabby, stop it. He’s your kidnapper.”
But her body was already responding to her fantasies. Her nipples were tight and achy, and her sex clenched with the stirrings of arousal. Worse, Zevris’s scent was wafting up from his bedding, filling her nose with sandalwood, musk, and cedar, turning her on even more.
She was totally blaming Dexter for this, the traitor. It was all his fault she was in this predicament.
The bedroom door opened, shattering the silence and stillness of the room. Tabitha started, heart leaping into her throat, and dragged herself back into a sitting position. Dexter raced in, panting excitedly, and jumped onto the bed. He barked and licked her face.
Tabitha turned her head away, sputtering against the onslaught of slobbery affection. “Dexter, stop!”
“Dexter, out,” Zevris commanded as he stepped into the room carrying a large cardboard box. Once again, he appeared as he had when she’d first met him—human.
Dexter pulled back from Tabitha, looked at the alien, and whined. His tail stilled, and his ears drooped depressingly. Tabitha frowned, straining her wrist in an effort to pet him, to comfort him, but the bindings locked tight to keep her arm in place. The dog jumped to the floor and left the room.
Swinging the box into one arm, Zevris shut the bedroom door. “His understanding of English seems to be selective.”
“Sounds like someone else I know,” she retorted, leveling her gaze on him.
His nostrils flared with a huff, and his brows fell low. “Your tone implies that you are referring to me.”
“Let me go is a pretty simple phrase, but you sure act like you don’t understand it.”
“I understand it, Tabitha, but I cannot comply. This situation goes far beyond the two of us.”
Tabitha sighed and attempted to wipe the slobber from her face, but when the restraints again halted the motion of her arm, she scowled.
Bending her neck, she used her shoulders to wipe her face before settling back against the headboard. “Why did you bring my dog here, Zevris? What are you going to do to him?” Her eyes widened. “Is this because he dug up your flowers and pooped in your garden? Look, I’m sorry. I was trying to get him out of the yard and fix it before you knew anything but… Well, we all know how that turned out. Just don’t hurt Dexter.”
Zevris walked to the foot of the bed and set the box on the comforter, placing a hand atop the closed flaps. “Despite the grievous harm your beast has inflicted upon my flowers, I’m not going to hurt him. I would never hurt anything you love or hold dear. Dexter simply needs some discipline…and he cannot stay in an empty dwelling.”
His reassurance calmed her. Despite the mischief Dexter always got into, she loved him to pieces.
She looked at the box, frowning when she recognized her handwriting on the side. BEDROOM. She narrowed her eyes. “What is that?”
“Some of your belongings.” Zevris opened the flaps and folded them down. He began removing items from the box, placing them on the bed beside it—her makeup bag, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, face and body wash, lotion, shaving cream, and a razor. He’d even brought her a little box of tampons.
“You were in my house? You went through my things?”
He swept those items into his arms and scooped them off the bed. “I did.”
Tabitha gaped at him. He’d responded so nonchalantly that she might’ve thought he rifled through people’s belongings all the time. “How would you like it if someone went through your things? Your private things?”
“You are more than welcome to go through my things,”