Taken By The Alien Next Door

by Tiffany Roberts

  His hold on her hair tightened, and he tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. His face moved closer still, so close that the tip of his nose brushed along her jaw, and he inhaled deeply. “And your scent is ambrosial.”

  When he exhaled, his warm breath fanned across her skin, only amplifying the heat at her core. Tabitha’s heart raced, and little tremors coursed through her body. She raised her knees, and she barely bit back a whimper as the length of his cock settled deeper into the cradle of her sex. There was something different about the way his shaft felt, something…alien.

  Zevris released a heavy breath, body tensing, and rasped, “Let me have you, Tabitha.” He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Let me make you mine.”

  Her thoughts were clouded with lust, and her body burned with need. Her core clenched. Subtly, she tilted her pelvis, causing his erection—with its strange bumps she felt through their underwear—to brush her clit, sending a tiny bolt of pleasure through her. She was so, so wet. One little word was all it would take, and he’d be inside her.

  In fact, she was pretty sure she’d come right now if he commanded her to.

  “My Nykasha,” Zevris rumbled. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock along her pussy and stroking her clit.

  She gasped, eyelashes fluttering as she arched her back.

  “Say yes,” he coaxed as he pumped his hips again. He bared his fangs, his face contorting with a snarl of tortured pleasure. “Let me inside you.”

  Yes.

  That word danced on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to concede, to give in to him, to let him use her body as he wished and welcome the consuming pleasure, but this wasn’t right. They were moving too fast. Not only was he keeping her prisoner, but he was skipping the whole getting to know you phase. What about building trust and affection? What about…love?

  Tabitha deserved more than this. She wanted more than this.

  “No,” she whispered.

  Zevris’s fingers closed just a little tighter on her hair, and his hips stilled. He dipped his face so his stubbly cheek was against her neck and sighed. She felt his jaw muscles tense and relax several times. Slowly, mirroring the reluctance she still felt herself, he eased his pelvis back slightly, eliminating most of that sweet, maddening pressure on her clit.

  He turned his face, brushing his lips against her neck and making her breath hitch, before pushing himself up on one arm. His eyes still held that lustful fire as he looked down at her, but his expression had softened. Gently, he took hold of her forearm and guided it over her head, his thumb stroking the tender spot where her wrist met her palm.

  “Very well, Tabitha,” he said.

  She felt his fingers move, but she was so transfixed by his eyes, by his continued nearness, that she didn’t realize what he was doing until he curled his hand around her wrist, pressing something familiar against her skin.

  Tabitha jerked, pulling her arm, but it remained in place—held fast by the binding once again on her wrist. She glanced up at it before returning her gaze to Zevris, hoping her feeling of betrayal was strong enough to make her eyes burn a hole through him.

  “Easy,” he soothed. Still holding her wrist, he guided her arm—slowly—down to her side. To her astonishment, the binding stretched along with it.

  She shoved against his chest with her free hand and bucked beneath him, trying desperately to ignore the way his cock was still nestled against her pussy and the unwanted pleasure it was causing. “Damn it, Zevris! Why?”

  “Because it is safest for both of us if you are right here tonight.” He reared back, sliding his pelvis away from her fully as he rose on his knees.

  She snapped her legs together, feeling exposed, feeling stupid, feeling horny and unfulfilled. “What are you talking about?”

  “I didn’t miss your threat in the bathroom. You said you were going to kill me. Twice.”

  Was that a spark of mirth in his eyes now? Was he teasing her over this?

  Tabitha glared at him. “I’m not going to actually kill you. Though now I’m having second thoughts.” She gave her wrist another useless, angry, defiant tug. The binding went taut immediately.

  “Do not fight it, Tabitha. You’ll only do yourself more harm.” He slid off the bed, giving her full view of his massive erection, which was barely contained by his boxers—and the wet spot on the fabric of said boxers.

  Tabitha squeezed her thighs together even tighter. Facing burning, she reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her like a shield. “You know, this isn’t how you go about wooing a lady.”

  Zevris chuckled. “I am aware. But to be fair, I was attempting to woo you in a more traditional human manner before events took this turn, and I’d planned to continue. Did you…like it?”

  She peeked at him over the blanket, which she’d tucked under her chin. “Like what?”

  “The cactus.” The tiny frown that brought down his lips was almost enough to melt her heart again—almost.

  Her brows creased. “The cactus was you trying to… I thought it was a housewarming gift.”

  “Don’t human males give flowers to females they are romantically interested in?”

  “Well, yes, but they’re usually a bunch of fresh cut flowers. Not potted flowers or, you know…a cactus. Not to mention the way you just kind of thrust it at me and ran off in a panic. I mean, usually the guys sticks around after he’s given his girl the flowers.”

  “It wasn’t my intention to flee,” he said with a wince before running his fingers through his hair. “I…chose that cactus because it reminded me of a plant that grows on my homeworld…and because out of all the cactuses on display, it was the only one with a pink flower.”

  “Why the pink one?”

  He dipped his chin toward her. “Your nails. The note you left. The pink made me think of you.”

  Tabitha looked down at her nails. “Oh.” He’d paid attention to so little a detail? “Guess you discovered my favorite color.”

  Zevris hummed thoughtfully. “I plan to discover many things about my female.”

  A soft sound came from where he was standing—a barely audible rasp of fabric sliding over flesh. Somehow, Tabitha knew exactly what that sound meant, but she turned her face toward him anyway as though seeking confirmation.

  Her eyes flared. He was bent down with his back toward her and his boxers around his ankles, granting her a perfect view of his taut ass and his tail swishing nonchalantly back and forth.

  Look away, Tabby! Just. Look. Away.

  Tabitha did not look away. “What are you doing?”

  He plucked his boxers off the floor. “I prefer to sleep naked.”

  “But you can’t…you can’t—”

  Zevris stood upright and turned to face her. He said something, she knew he did, but Tabitha didn’t hear his words because there he was, in all his delicious glory.

  All his huge, delicious glory.

  She’d known he was big, had seen his thickness through his pants, had felt it against her pussy, but seeing it… His cock was long and thick, with a defined crown. At a glance, it could’ve been mistaken for a human’s. But then there were the nubs running from the edge of his crown down to his base—a line of them on his underside and another on top.

  Those were what she had felt when he was grinding against her.

  Textured for her pleasure.

  Heat flooded her core as she imagined all the spots those nubs would stimulate inside her. She gripped the blanket tighter as she rubbed her thighs together against the growing ache of need. And as she continued to stare, Zevris wrapped his fingers around his cock and gave it a stroke to its base. A drop of seed oozed from its tip, and Tabitha had the urge to lick it clean.

  He grunted and stilled his hand. His shaft pulsed in the air. “I see my mate approves of her male.”

  Her gaze snapped up to his face to find him wearing a naughty grin.

  Way to go, Tabby. What was it he called you? Thirsty?

  Yeah.
She could seriously go for a nice, tall, hot alien drink right about now.

  Trying to keep a straight face, she looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I’ve seen bigger.”

  His grin faltered for a moment before he threw his head back and laughed. “I assure you, Tabitha, this is exactly the right size to fulfill your every desire.”

  He turned off the light. Tabitha couldn’t see anything for a moment, but her eyes quickly adjusted to the diffused glow streaming in through the closed blinds—from the house lights across the street, most likely.

  It helped that Zevris’s eyes and tattoos gave off gentle glows of their own, granting him an ethereal air and giving his skin a blue cast as he moved around the bed. He grasped the blanket and gave it a sharp tug, pulling it from her grasp. Her eyes widened as he climbed onto the bed, stretching himself out behind her.

  “What are you doing?” she screeched, scooting away.

  Zevris wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back, tucking her body against his. He slipped his other arm under hear head. “I am going to sleep with my mate.”

  “But you’re naked!”

  “Mhmm.” His cock, now pressed along the curve of her ass, twitched.

  “And hard.”

  “Since I first laid eyes upon you.”

  Tabitha groaned, turning her face slightly against his arm, unsure if she should be mortified or flattered. She’d never been in a situation like this before, had never had a man focus all his attention on her.

  It’s just a dick, Tabby. It’s not going to bite….right?

  Zevris pulled the covers over them, likely with his tail, as his arms hadn’t budged. His leg slid over hers, and his tail stroked her calf.

  His musky, seductive scent enveloped her, cocooning her just as fully as his body had. She refused to admit just how wonderfully she fit with him like this. She was his perfect little spoon.

  “What about Dexter?” she asked.

  “I took him out while you showered,” he rumbled, and she felt the vibrations from his chest against her back.

  “I hope he poops on your floor.”

  He chuckled, creating more of those thrilling vibrations. “I’ll be sure to watch my step in the morning.” Zevris pressed his lips atop her head and drew in a deep breath. “Sleep, Nykasha. You’ll need your energy if you mean to continue your resistance tomorrow.”

  Tabitha couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips.

  She closed her eyes, not expecting to fall asleep any time soon despite her exhaustion. She was tied to an alien’s bed, locked in his house, and his arms were around her, holding her close, and she was so aroused…

  But her awareness soon faded. She didn’t know if it was truly just her weariness or Zevris’s warm, secure, soothing presence that lulled her to sleep.

  Thirteen

  Tabitha floated in a dreamlike haze that was somewhere between sleeping and wakefulness, disoriented but oddly content. She felt herself rising toward consciousness, and she didn’t fight it, even though she wasn’t yet aware enough to understand where she was or what was happening. All she knew was that she felt…good.

  Good and aroused, like her dreams had been filled by a sexy alien man who knew more ways to please a woman than there were stars in the sky. She just couldn’t recall a single one of them. But her body remembered. She was warm and aching, and her clit throbbed with the aftermath of the climaxes she must have had in her dreams.

  She took in a deep breath. The air was scented with that alluring blend of musk, sandalwood, amber, and cedar.

  Tabitha released a soft moan and stretched, only to go still when she felt the solid mass wrapped around her—and more prominently, Zevris’s long, thick, hard cock wedged between her thighs.

  Everything from the day before came back to her in a rush, forcing aside the ignorant bliss that had carried her out of sleep.

  She started, meaning to pull away, but the muscular arm around her middle tightened, holding her in place.

  Zevris groaned and shifted his arm, sliding his hand down her belly to her pelvis until the tip of his middle finger was a mere half an inch from her slit. Tabitha sucked in a breath and froze again. Could he feel the flare of heat that his touch had sparked between her legs? Could he feel her wetness, or the clenching of her core?

  But his hand did not move once it was in place; it remained there, pinning her against him, against his throbbing cock.

  “Do not move,” he murmured. “Anything more and I may well spill.”

  Tabitha caught her bottom lip with her teeth as her heart quickened. She was tempted to undulate against him, to tease him, to show him what it felt like, to force him to come so she could feel his seed upon her thighs.

  But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. No matter how much she wanted to move, no matter how much she wanted to lift her hand and touch him, her own doubts and self-consciousness held her back. She wasn’t a seductress, wasn’t one of those bold women who took whatever they wanted. Tabitha wasn’t even sure what she wanted.

  Oh, I know what I want, and he’s tall, tan, and alien. Just…not like this.

  At least say something, Tabby. Don’t just lie there.

  But all she could bring herself to say was, “Wouldn’t want to, uh…soil your sheets. That’d be an unnecessary load of laundry, am I right?”

  For real? Did I just say that? What the frick, Tabby?

  Then she realized that she’d just said load, and her cheeks went up in flames.

  He laughed, tilting his head down to brush his nose against her hair. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, nearly as hot as her combined embarrassment and arousal.

  Was there a word to describe that feeling? Embarrousal? Arousassment?

  She turned her face against his bicep. “Kill me now.”

  “Ah, Tabitha.” He inhaled deeply and released it as a slow, shaky breath before moving his hand away from her pelvis and flattening it atop the bed.

  She dared not move as he carefully extracted his shaft from between her thighs. Tension thrummed in his body, radiating from him in waves. She had the sense that all she’d have to do was squeeze a little, and he’d lose control. The thought of having that sort of power over him was exciting…empowering.

  As soon as he was free, he sighed heavily and gently slid his arm out from beneath her head. She twisted to watch him roll onto his back and kick the blanket off himself. His engorged cock stood straight up in the air, its head glistening with precum. Being this close, Tabitha noticed something she hadn’t last night—there were two larger nodules on the underside of his shaft, just below his head, positioned like a natural frenum piercing.

  Zevris wrapped a hand around his shaft. He groaned as he slid that hand down to the base and squeezed, making his cock twitch and seep another droplet of precum from its tip.

  Tabitha’s eyes widened when he continued moving his hand, sliding it up and down in slow, rhythmic motions.

  She turned to face him fully and scooted back, but the restraint around her wrist only allowed her to go so far. “W-what are you doing?”

  His half-lidded eyes were upon her as he continued pumping his fist, his movements gradually gaining speed and force. “Easing my discomfort.” The corner of his mouth curled up devilishly. “Unless you’d like to ease it for me, Nykasha?”

  Tabitha shook her head sharply, but she couldn’t look away. She watched, transfixed, her arousal growing with each second. Her nipples were hard points against her cami, and the aching throb between her thighs made it difficult to remain still. Every time a drop of seed oozed from his cock, she wanted to lean forward and taste it, to run her tongue from his base to his tip and take him into her mouth.

  His ragged breaths, taken through his bared fangs, punctuated each downward thrust of his fist. His eyes did not leave her; their glow seemed stronger than ever.

  Tabitha’s hand crept down of its own accord, moving toward the source of her discomfort. She gripped the hem of
her cami before her fingers could pass her waist, squeezing tight enough to make her knuckles ache, and refused to relinquish her hold.

  Zevris growled, his free hand grasping a fistful of the bedding as his back arched. His hips lifted off the bed, and for an instant, his shaft swelled, those nubs looking more pronounced. A spray of seed erupted from his cock, wetting his hand and belly. He grunted, and his movements were erratic as he continued pumping his fist, coaxing out spurts of seed until there was nothing left.

  Her core clenched, feeling hollower than ever before. She released a harsh breath as she tore her eyes from his shaft to meet his gaze.

  He grinned at her, flashing those sexy fangs, as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. Though he’d just come, the hunger in his gaze was more intense than before—as though he’d sharpened his appetite rather than satisfied it.

  “Did you enjoy the display, Nykasha?” he asked.

  Tabitha glared at him. With a growl, she grabbed the pillow behind his head and yanked it out from beneath him. He chuckled as his head fell to the mattress, but the sound was cut short an instant later when she swung the pillow at his face. It struck with a dull but satisfying thump.

  Zevris raised a hand—his clean hand, fortunately—and plucked the pillow off his head. His grin hadn’t faded. “Despite this unjustified assault, your scent tells me you enjoyed it thoroughly.”

  Oh, my God.

  She reached for the pillow again, but her fingers had barely brushed the pillowcase before he sat up and jumped off the bed, laughing. As annoyed as she was, Tabitha couldn’t help but run her gaze over him as he tossed the pillow onto the bed and strode toward the bathroom door. His seed was trickling down his abs, the muscles of his forearms were tight and even more defined than normal, and his tail was swinging languidly. And, of course, his cock was still fully erect.

  But there was just a hint of stiffness to his movements; was it lingering tension, or an enduring struggle for control?

  He disappeared into the bathroom, and the shower came on a few moments later. Tabitha lay back down with a heavy sigh. She was so damned aroused. Her body thrummed with desire and heat, and squeezing her thighs together did nothing to alleviate her discomfort—in fact, it only made that ache worse.