Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,48

a mischievous half smile. “Are you imagining the possibilities, Tabitha?”

“No,” she lied, curling her fingers to press her nails into her palms.

A deep, rolling hum rumbled in his chest. “This was not the only surprise I found in your drawer. But your other toy is no more.”

He dropped the vibrator onto the pile of underwear and crawled onto the bed. “You’ll have no further use for it, my mate. I will satisfy your needs from now on. If you require a cock for your pleasure”—he caught her ankle in one hand and dragged her down until she was on her back before drawing himself over her—“it will be mine. It will be my cock that fills you, my seed that floods your womb, my name you will utter in the throes of passion.”

Tabitha stared up at him with wide eyes, her breath short and her heart fluttering wildly. Her body was on fire, and she was sure her cheeks were a color to match. She felt his heat radiating above her, felt his thighs as he straddled her, and couldn’t help but feel the incredibly large tent he was sporting between his legs that was currently probing her belly.

“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” she said, proud that she kept her voice steady.

He inhaled again, and he was close enough that she felt his hot breath on her collarbone when he released it. “You are already mine, Tabitha. Your body knows it.”

“I’m not going to be your…your breeder.”

Zevris moved a hand to her neck and brushed his long fingers over her skin. The teasing scrape of his claws sent a thrill through her, and she tilted her chin up reflexively. He hooked his thumb beneath it, settling his fingers on her cheek. Their eyes remained locked.

“I want you to carry my young.” He lowered his head until his lips were but a hair’s breadth from hers, filling up Tabitha’s whole world with his alien sexiness. “But more than that, I want you to be my lifemate. I want to touch you, to glide my hands over your body, to feel your soft skin and your alluring curves. I want to strip you bare and taste you, to lick every inch of you, to lap your essence from between your thighs like it is my altar and you are my goddess. I want to thrust my cock inside your pussy and feel your heat wrap around me. I want the air filled with your cries of pleasure, I want my name alone upon your lips.

“I want you, Tabitha. All of you. And soon enough, you will see that you are mine.”

Tabitha caught her bottom lip between her teeth and curled her toes into the bedding as she shivered with temptation. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, and she knew that her panties were wet with her desire. She felt hollow and needy, and the ache at her core had become the greatest agony she’d ever endured. No matter how hard she tried, she could not look away from his eyes. She was caught, ensnared, totally at his mercy.

And it turned her on.

He drew in a long, deep breath and lifted his head away, shutting his eyes as though in bliss. His lips stretched into a wide, sensual grin, flashing his sharp fangs. “Your scent is the most delicious, maddening thing I have ever smelled, Tabitha.”

Opening his eyes, he looked down at her. His gaze was feral, predatory, sensual and hungry, dangerously seductive, but his grin soon faltered. His brow creased with strain, and his jaw tensed, lips pressing together. His next breath was ragged and unsteady.

Zevris shoved away abruptly, sliding off the bed to stand at its foot. The room seemed impossibly, unbearably brighter for a few seconds without his body over Tabitha, and the air seemed too cold and thin for her to catch her breath.

She watched, flustered and speechless, as he closed his hand around his thick cock, his features tight with desire and agony. He groaned, the sound ending in a guttural growl. When he lifted his hand, he returned his attention to the cardboard box, scooping out an armful of her bras.

He bunched them together with her panties and carried them to the dresser, quickly putting them away, before he snatched up the box and upturned it over the open drawer. Several pairs of her socks tumbled out into the drawer.

Between his bare chest, taut ass, and the undiminished bulge in his sweatpants, Tabitha