“Make love to me, Zevris,” she whispered.
He gritted his teeth, staring at her in disbelief. Though he’d yearned to hear those words for what felt like eons, though he wanted her more than anything, it was the last thing he’d expected to hear from her. After the way things had gone tonight, the way their date had ended…
Fangs bared, he tipped his forehead against hers and squeezed her thigh, unable to stop the low growl from sounding in his chest. All that heat and restlessness was still roiling inside him, stronger now than ever. He rasped, “You know what that would mean, Nykasha.”
Tabitha slid one of her hands down until her fingertips were caressing his jaw. “Yes. Make me yours. I want to be yours.” She tightened her legs around him, forcing his shaft, which was trapped within the confines of his pants, to press more firmly against her. “I want your cock inside me. I want your seed.” She brushed her lips over his. “I want your babies.”
“Tabitha.” It was all he could say, the only word that he could form in a mind overwhelmed by the power of her words.
Zevris crushed his mouth to hers, his kiss hungry and demanding, and she returned the kiss with a ferocity that matched his own. He knew in that instant that he would never find the right words to express all he felt—and he knew, also, that he didn’t need to say anything.
His body was ablaze, consumed by torrents of desire, need, and lust. He craved his female with every atom comprising him. He needed to be inside her, needed to fill her with his seed, needed to forge his mating bond with her. He needed to make Tabitha his in every way.
But he would not take her here; he wanted her in his bed.
Clutching Tabitha close and keeping his lips against hers, he carried her upstairs and into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He didn’t break the kiss until he’d laid her atop his bed. He straightened to look down at her. She’d never been more radiant, more alluring, but her dress—which he’d so admired on her earlier—now served only as a barrier to what he wanted most.
Zevris did not hesitate. He extended his claws, grasped her dress, and shredded it down the middle, tearing the pieces apart.
Tabitha gasped, eyes rounding. “Zevris!”
“I’ll buy you another,” he growled as he slipped a finger into the valley between her breasts, hooking it under her bra. He sliced the bra open between the cups, letting it fall atop the tattered dress, and tore it all away to flutter to the floor.
He cupped her bare breasts, squeezing their yielding flesh. Her nipples, already hard, pressed against his palms, begging for more. He caught them and rolled them between his forefingers and thumbs, watching Tabitha’s face as she moaned.
Unable to resist, Zevris leaned down, captured one of the pink buds between his lips, and sucked it deep. Tabitha cried out. She grasped his hair as she held him closer, whimpering when he grazed his fangs over her tender flesh. His palm kneaded and teased her other breast as he sucked the nipple in his mouth, and soon she was writhing beneath him, undulating her hips, and panting.
“Oh God, Zevris, please,” she begged.
He released her nipple and raised his head. Their eyes locked.
He trailed his hands down her sides, wanting to be slow about it but finding that almost impossible. His claws cut through the lace of her panties at her hips, and he tore the fabric away.
Zevris ran his hands down her legs, almost shuddering in his need. He spread her knees wide. His cock was throbbing in his pants, feeling close to bursting, and his chest was so tight he could barely breathe.
Now his mate lay before him, body bare in all its glory. Her eyes were even brighter than before, her cheeks were red, and her sex was already glistening with arousal.
If true perfection were possible, it was lying before him now.
“So beautiful,” Zevris said as he removed her shoes, letting them fall to the floor one by one. He reached between her thighs and dragged his finger through her pussy, gathering her slick. “And already so hot and wet for me.”
Tabitha shivered, her thighs quivering, as Zevris lifted his finger to his mouth and slipped it between his lips.
That taste of her shattered what little control he’d maintained. Part of him longed to descend upon her with mouth and tongue, to devour her as he’d done so often already, but that was not his strongest craving.
Standing straight again, he kicked off his shoes and tore his shirt open, yanking it down his arms. Tabitha pushed herself up onto her elbows to watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he unbuttoned his pants and shoved them, along with his boxers, down. When he stood, kicking his clothes aside, her eyes locked upon his cock. She licked her lips.
Zevris grasped his shaft at the base and squeezed. His tail flicked restlessly behind him. “I can wait no longer, Nykasha.”
Tabitha slowly dragged her eyes up his body to meet his gaze. She smiled, scooted back toward the center of the bed, and spread her thighs wide. “I don’t want to wait.”
He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. Keeping her gaze upon him, Tabitha lay down and smoothed her palms up Zevris’s chest and shoulders as he positioned himself over her. Bracing himself with one arm on the bed beside her head, he reached down, clamped his hand around his shaft again, and shifted his hips forward.
He ran the head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her slick, before lining up with her entrance.
“You’re mine now, Tabitha,” he growled, thrusting inside her with a fierce snap of his hips.
She gasped, tilting her head back. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, digging her blunt nails into his flesh.
Zevris hissed at the burst of torturous pleasure that rocked him. He slammed his hand down beside her head. He wasn’t even fully inside her yet, and it was already almost overwhelming.
Staring down at her, he clenched his teeth and pumped his hips again and again, forcing her pussy to stretch around him, forcing her body to accept more and more of him. She was hot, wet, and tight, so very tight, and her pulsing sex clutched at him, eager to draw him deeper.
When his cock was finally fully sheathed inside her, Zevris groaned and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her lavender and vanilla scent. His muscles were tense, and he squeezed the blanket in one of his fists; he was on the verge of spilling, but he refused to do so this soon. As much as he wanted to claim her, to solidify their bond with his seed and mark irrevocably her as his, he needed this to last.
He wanted this to last.
Tabitha’s hands swept over his back and shoulders in soft caresses, spreading tingling warmth across his skin that only deepened the ache in his loins. She turned her head and pressed her lips to his jaw, to his neck, leaving little kisses and teasing him with flicks of her tongue along his ear.
It was more than he could resist. Zevris lifted his head, caught her hair in one hand, and angled her face up toward him. The instant her eyes met his, he slammed his mouth over hers in a fierce kiss and drew his hips back. He drove them forward again, hammering his cock even deeper than before.
Tabitha released a choked cry; Zevris greedily swallowed the sound. Spurred by her reactions, by his overwhelming lust and desperate need, he pumped into her repeatedly, his frantic pace only increasing. A ragged snarl accompanied each of his thrusts, joining her muffled moans to create a savage, sexual song all their own.
Her nails wildly clawed at his back as she undulated her hips, meeting his thrusts.
The pressure in him grew to a maddening degree. His discomfort was only rivaled by the waves of pleasure accompanying it, which were more potent than any he’d ever felt.
Zevris broke the kiss, baring his clenched fangs as he reared back so he was on his knees. He caught her legs and pushed them up, opening her wider and providing more leverage that made him sink even further into her body with each powerful stroke.
Though his lips throbbed in the absence of hers, he found the sight worth the sacrifice—his Tabitha was tantalizing and sensual with he
r hips angled up toward him, her full breasts and their pearled nipples bouncing, her lips parted in pleasure, and her half-lidded eyes blazing through a haze of lust and pleasure. She was everything he could have ever wanted.
Grasping her hips, Zevris pistoned into her, guttural sounds escaping him with each movement of his hips. His mate writhed beneath him, clutching at the bedding before moving her hands to her breasts as her breathless moans rose in pitch.
He looked down at where their bodies were connected, watching his cock, glistening with her essence, enter her pussy again and again. Something primal swelled in his chest at the sight. He was inside his mate, staking his claim.
Tabitha was his.
“Zevris, Zevris…” she panted, turning her face into the blanket.
Suddenly Tabitha’s body locked, and her sex convulsed. With a cry, she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut as liquid heat flooded her.
Her climax shattered whatever dams had held his at bay. His every muscle flexed at once, curling his body toward her, and his fingers pressed into her skin, pricking her with his claws. His tail stiffened, stretching straight behind him. He jerked her toward him hard, burying himself as far as he could in her heat just as he exploded inside her.
Zevris roared as his seed blasted into her. He forced himself to keep moving, to maintain the slide of his shaft against her tight, quivering inner walls and thus prolong the ecstasy that had crashed down upon his mind. His eyes closed of their own accord. The pleasure was staggering, forceful, relieving, and enthralling, it was consuming; it was everything. It was her.
He fell over Tabitha, wrapping an arm around her as he continued to grind his pelvis against hers, his tail twitching with every spurt of seed, until he hadn’t a drop more to give and his trembling had subsided. But he did not withdraw from her. Instead, he pressed firmly into her, unwilling to let any of his seed seep out.
They lay like that together, panting, their bodies hot and coated in perspiration, their thumping hearts gradually easing. Her hands leisurely petted his back; he stroked the tip of his tail up and down her calf. Pleasure had suffused him, and it was slow to fade. He’d never felt so languid, so satisfied.
Zevris took in a deep breath. His nostrils flared, and his heart quickened slightly—Tabitha’s scent was sharper than ever, fuller, bearing an impossible new sweetness and just a hint of something more. And it was strengthening by the moment.
He raised his head to look down at her. She opened her eyes and peered up at him.
The faintest glimmer of blue flashed in her eyes.
He moved a hand to her cheek, sweeping back loose strands of her sweat-dampened hair, and watched in awe as tiny blue flecks appeared in her irises amidst the green, so subtle at first that he doubted whether they were real.
“What is it?” she murmured, brows creasing slightly. She shifted her gaze as though searching his face, and those flecks briefly lit up with reflected light, like stars being born and fading in the space of an instant.
Zevris’s lips stretched into a wide smile. There was a warmth in his chest, a remnant of the raging fires that had been burning in him before, but it was soothing, fueled now by elation rather than fury or unmitigated lust.
No, it wasn’t merely elation. He understood somehow, on a deep, instinctual level, that the warmth he was feeling was his connection to her. It was their mating bond.
He took in another breath, and finally realized what had changed about her fragrance. It wasn’t merely the smell of sex in the air; Tabitha’s scent had taken on a hint of his own, creating something new but immediately familiar. It had become their scent.
Zevris caught her chin. His eyes bored into hers. “You are mine, Nykasha.”
Twenty-Three
Tabitha smiled and stretched as she roused from her slumber. The warm, hard body against her back and the big, strong arm draped over her middle were absolutely perfect. She and Zevris were right where they belonged. His breath tickled her hair against the back of her neck, and his tail was coiled possessively around her thigh. There was also something hard and thick pressed along the curve of her ass.
Her lashes fluttered open. The dim morning light glowed through the slats of the blinds. From the corner of her eye, she could just spy the shredded remnants of her dress on the floor. She felt a faint pang of disappoint at the loss, but it swiftly faded away as she recalled the vehemence with which Zevris had looked at her last night. His blue eyes had been aglow with barely restrained lust.
Pfft. Restrained? My alien unleashed his inner beast.
And that first time hadn’t been the only time. He’d taken her—quite thoroughly—twice more, the final time with her on top, sitting astride him. She had never imagined she could take a cock so deep. He’d lifted her up and driven her down upon him as though she weighed nothing, all the while his tail stroked her clit from the front.
She didn’t remember when she’d fallen asleep during the night. It must have been sometime after she’d collapsed upon his chest, panting and utterly exhausted; her thighs were still sticky with his cum. Though she’d not felt it then, she was sore now in muscles she hadn’t even known existed, but the most prominent ache was still between her legs. Her pussy clenched at the memory of Zevris’s cock.
Down girl.
Were it not for what Zevris had done, for the way he’d confronted Cody and his friends in her defense, she might have wondered if she was jumping into this too quickly. She waited for the regret, for the dread, for the second thoughts that always weighed upon her when she made rash decisions…but none manifested.
Tabitha wanted Zevris. She knew that with certainty. He was caring, considerate, funny, and sexy as hell. He’d stood up for her. He was also genuinely attracted to her. His every glance at her, his every caress, and every powerful thrust of his shaft had shown her that. Why 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 sensati
on, 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.
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