Taken By The Alien Next Door

by Tiffany Roberts

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  Those items and the others he’d included each spoke to a memory Tabitha and Zevris had made, and there were already so many of them. It was still hard to believe it had only been four weeks…

  She paused, counting back the weeks, and her eyebrows rose. She hadn’t been with Zevris for about four weeks or almost four weeks.

  It had been exactly four weeks since he’d made his offer to her. Today was the twenty-eighth day. This would have been the day upon which she made her final choice, the day she would’ve had to either commit to being his mate or demand a return to her old life.

  He’d given her four weeks.

  Tabitha snorted. Her pussy had only lasted one week.

  Once she’d finished packaging her soaps, she turned to get the twine, and her eyes caught on her bottles of fragrance. There, sitting in the front row, was the bottle labeled Lily of the Valley. It was the fragrance she’d spilled the day he’d given her the cactus, the day he’d run off because it had apparently had some unexpected effect on him.

  A devious thought entered her mind.

  Tabitha plucked the bottle down from the shelf, grabbed a swab stick from the nearby jar, and opened the bottle. The fresh, floral, springtime scent filled her nose. Using the swab, she took some of the fragrance and dabbed a little bit behind her ears—and some between her breasts just for good measure.

  She was curious to see firsthand what effect it had on her alien.

  Tabitha tossed the swab in the trash, returned the bottle to the shelf, and grabbed the twine to start tying off the soap bags. Her music cut out while she was working, giving way to her ringtone. She picked up her phone.

  The screen showed an incoming call from Mia. Tabitha tapped the answer button and put it on speaker. “Hey!”

  “We set a date!” Mia squealed.

  Elation bubbled within Tabitha. “Really? When?”

  “Next year, August first.”

  Tabitha groaned as she tied the twine into a pretty knot. “You just had to pick the hottest month of the year, when we’re all going to be sweating like pigs.”

  “But we’ll be beautiful sweating pigs.”

  “Bring on the boob sweat!”

  They laughed.

  “Have you picked your colors yet?” Tabitha asked.

  “You will be happy to know that I’ve chosen some very flattering colors. Dusty blue and burgundy.”

  “I love you.”

  Mia laughed. “Did you really think I was going to pick orange?”

  “Yes!”

  “I was thiiiiiis close.”

  Tabitha grinned. “Liar.”

  “Okay, you’re right. So I wasn’t.” She snickered. “Wouldn’t want my ladies to be sweating pumpkins. Anyway! How are things going between you and Logan?”

  It was so strange to hear Zevris being referred to by that name now. Though it had been the name he used when he’d first introduced himself, it…wasn’t him.

  Tabitha’s grin softened into a smile as she thought of him. “Things are…amazing. They’re really, really amazing.”

  “Wow. What is that I hear in your voice?”

  “What?”

  “Are you…in love?”

  “Mia, it’s only been a month.”

  But even as Tabitha said those words, she knew they were meaningless. What did time matter? If you truly felt something for someone, something as powerful and consuming as love, what did it matter if it had been a week, a month, a year, or more? Maybe it had only been a month, but she felt like she’d known him forever.

  Zevris’s touch made her heart flutter, the sound of his voice filled her with warmth, the way he looked at her made Tabitha feel like she was the only important thing in all existence. He’d pampered her, yes, but it was about so much more than that. He made her feel cherished. He made her feel empowered, made her feel beautiful. His thoughtfulness and attentiveness had helped her become a better version of herself—the happiest Tabitha ever. And the thought of not being with him, of losing him…it made her heart clench and filled her with dread.

  “There is such a thing as love at first sight,” Mia said. “Though in your case, it might’ve been lust at first sight.”

  Tabitha laughed. “There was that. I won’t lie.”

  “Well, I can’t wait to meet him. You know,” Mia’s voice lost its playfulness, “Cody never deserved even a second of your time. None of the guys you were with ever did. And I saw it. Even Josh, who can be so oblivious sometimes, saw it.”

  “I saw it, too,” Tabitha said, frowning as she set the twine down and flatted her hands on the table. “I saw it, but I just…didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe that someone who was supposed to care for me could be so cruel. And I hate that I was desperate enough to stay with him as long as I did. But Logan isn’t like that. He…he sees me, Mia.”

  “Yeah, I’ve seen it in the pictures you’ve sent. That man has it hard for you. I’m happy for you, Tabby.”

  Oh, Mia, you have no idea how hard he has it for me…

  “Thanks. I’m happy, too.” Tabitha shifted her weight onto one foot as she straightened and reached for her phone. “But I miss you! It feels like we haven’t seen each other in forever. We’ll have to meet up sometime so you and Josh can meet Logan. We can do a double date and—”

  A pair of strong arms looped around Tabitha’s middle from behind, and Zevris’s solid chest pressed against her back an instant later. He tipped his head down, brushing her hair with his face, and inhaled.

  Zevris’s hold tightened, and his body went rigid. “Tabitha…”

  The low timbre of his voice sent a shiver down Tabitha’s spin and made her pussy clench.

  She grinned; she was in trouble. “Mia, I gotta go.”

  “Wait, was that him?” Mia asked quickly. “Oh, fuck. Don’t tell Josh, but I think I just came hearing his voice.”

  “I’m about to come myself. Byeeee!” Tabitha tapped the End Call button and set the phone down.

  Zevris inhaled again, chest swelling behind her, and groaned. Even though they were both dressed, there was no missing the feel of his hard, throbbing shaft against her lower back. “Nykasha, what have you done?”

  “Noooothing.”

  He smoothed his hands down her belly to her thighs, where he gathered the material of her skirt. His fingers gripped her inner thighs, trapping her skirt in his palms, as a shudder wracked him. His breath was ragged when he said, “You lie.”

  Faster than Tabitha could respond, Zevris yanked her skirt up over her hips, pressed a palm to the center of her back, and shoved her forward, bending her over the table. She gasped, splaying her arms to either side. There was a flicker of fear inside her—maybe she’d gone too far—but it sputtered and died as quickly as it formed, leaving only excitement in its place.

  This was Zevris. Her mate. She trusted him wholly and knew he’d never hurt her.

  He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs wider, and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear. It bit into her skin for an instant before the lacy material gave way, tearing apart with a thrilling riiip.

  Then his fingers were there, dragging through her slit. Tabitha moaned and arched into his touch.

  Zevris growled, spreading her slick over her pussy before positioning two fingers at her entrance. “Is this what you wanted, Tabitha?”

  He thrust them into her.

  Tabitha cried out and clutched the table. There was a brief burn with the stretch, but it was quickly overcome by pleasure. She was wet, but she just hadn’t been prepared for the force he’d used. And he didn’t stop there. He thrust his fingers into her again and again with hard, powerful pumps, each one coaxing a whimper from her.

  Warmth pulsed through her body as her ecstasy built. She tried to move, to push herself up, but Zevris pressed her back down, his palm like a fiery brand on her back. He twisted his fingers inside her, sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through her as
he stroked her G-Spot.

  Her sex tightened around his fingers, and liquid heat flooded her. “Zevris!”

  “Do you like this, Nykasha?” he asked, voice rough. “By how wet you are and the sexy little sounds you’re making, I’d say you’re enjoying this very much.”

  Suddenly his fingers were gone, leaving her empty and right on the verge on coming.

  “No! Oh God, Zevris, no, don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Oh, I’m not stopping, Tabitha. I won’t be stopping for a long, long time. You’ve ensured that.”

  The broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy. Not a moment later, he surged into her, filling her so completely that the breath fled her lungs.

  Ecstasy speared her, blasting through her in waves that consumed her entire body. She surrendered to him utterly. Her sex spasmed, clamping down on him as if to draw him in further still, and her legs trembled. A series of fervent cries escaped her as she came.

  Zevris growled low and savagely bucked his hips, shoving himself deeper. His cock expanded within her, and he shuddered. Heat flooded Tabitha’s core in scalding spurts that prolonged her own release.

  He curled his fingers, grazing her back with his claws, before flattening his hand and sliding it up. It trailed over her neck and delved into her hair, taking hold of it in his fist. She felt so full of him, and the delicious stretch caused by his shaft only added to her pleasure.

  He gently drew back on her hair, lifting her torso off the table. His other hand moved to her front, gripping the neckline of her dress. There was another exciting riiip as he tore the dress down the middle. Her bra was destroyed immediately after, falling away to be forgotten. Zevris cupped one of her bared breasts and kneaded it. His calloused palms were delightfully rough against her sensitive skin, and her clit throbbed in time with his fingers as he pinched and twisted her the sensitive rosy peak.

  Zevris moved his hips again, thrusting in and out of her with short, shallow pumps. Tabitha moaned and rocked against him, aching for him to push harder, faster, deeper, but he kept his leisurely pace. She felt every single one of those nubs on his cock as they dragged along her inner walls. Her essence and his seed trickled down her thighs, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man behind her.

  Utilizing his grip on her hair, Zevris turned her face toward him. He gently kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then grazed his nose along her jaw. Tabitha reached a hand up to cup his cheek.

  “Ah, Nykasha, consider this your punishment. You’re going to burn right along with me.”

  Releasing her hair and breast, he dropped his hands to her hips, drew his pelvis back, and slammed forward, driving his cock in hard and deep. Tabitha released a strangled cry and slapped her palms down on the desk, but she had no time to recover.

  Zevris was a beast, relentlessly pounding into her, using his hold on her hips to jerk her back to meet his every thrust. It was a frenzy of motion, of guttural grunts and snarls and flesh slapping against flesh. It was wild, passionate, and untamed. It was pleasure that bordered on pain. It was a delicious torment, and all she could think was, More, more, more.

  Pleasure coiled within her core, winding tighter and tighter. Her skin was abuzz with sensation. Tabitha felt him everywhere—not just his hands on her skin, not just his legs pressing against hers, not just his merciless shaft filling her, but at her core, in her heart, suffusing every fiber of her being. He was in her blood, in her soul. He was part of her—and she was part of him.

  “Zevris,” she whispered; his name flowed from her lips in a plea, in a benediction. She needed more, needed it all.

  “Come for me, Tabitha,” Zevris growled. “I want to feel your pussy clench around me. I want to feel your body demand my seed. I want to feel your hunger.”

  Tabitha bit down on her bottom lip to silence her cries, clutching the desk like it was her lifeline. Her breasts swayed, her thighs and ass slapped against him with all his ferocity, and the maelstrom gathering in her core intensified.

  “I-I can’t,” she rasped. It was too much, it was inhuman; his alien prowess shone through in every brutal thrust of his hips.

  His grip strengthened, and his claws pricked her flesh. “You can. Let me hear you, Nykasha. Let me hear your screams.”

  Something slithered around her leg—his tail. Its tip brushed over the hair above her sex before settling against her clit. Its touch, which had been whisper-soft, grew immediately firmer, pressing down with the same precision and confidence he’d demonstrated time and again with his fingers and tongue. Another burst of pleasure struck her, stronger than the last.

  Tabitha jolted. “Ah!”

  She felt like she was hurtling skyward, soaring higher and higher, but she wasn’t there, couldn’t get there.

  His tail vibrated against her clit.

  All that pleasure exploded outward in a blinding torrent; Tabitha shattered. She barely heard her own ragged cry as her mind broke apart under the force of her pleasure, barely felt her nails rake the tabletop. But she did feel Zevris—every inch of him, hot and hard, driving into her unrelentingly.

  Her knees buckled.

  Zevris wrapped an arm around her middle and cinched her up against him. He came with a roar, his cock expanding for an instant before his seed blasted inside her womb, filling her with heat. His primal roar brimmed with pleasure, with triumph, with conquest, and it only intensified the vibrations of his tail, combining with the jerking of his cock to coax her to another peak.

  Tabitha rode those waves of ecstasy for a delicious eternity, her pussy spasming and contracting, greedily working Zevris’s shaft to take everything he had.

  When his thrusts finally faltered, and her awareness languidly returned, she found herself with her chest on the table and her head cradled in her arms. She was panting, her breaths disturbing the hair that had fallen into her face. Beads of sweat trickled over her skin. Her body felt loose and sated; she’d been ridden hard, but well-loved.

  Zevris’s hands slid up, gliding over her sides in soothing caresses. He leaned over her, placing kisses along her spine as he massaged her back, her sides, her shoulders, her arms. But he did not withdraw from her—and his shaft remained hard as steel.

  “Mmm,” Tabitha moaned, arching against him.

  He grunted and smoothed one of his hands down to her hip. He drew his pelvis back, but instead of pulling out, he thrust into her again.

  Tabitha rocked, gasping at the sudden flare of pleasure. She pushed up on her hands and looked up at him over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Again?”

  His fangs were bared, his eyes blazing, and his sculpted muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat. He pumped his hips a second time, using his hold on her hip to pull her against him with more force. His snarl stretched into a sinful grin. “Again. You started this, Nykasha. Now I’m going to finish it. Over and over and over…”

  Twenty-Five

  Tail flicking lazily on the bed beside him, Zevris hummed in satisfaction and drew Tabitha’s body a little more firmly against his. He smoothed one of his palms up and down her back, following the line of her spine, while the other kneaded and caressed her thigh, which he held over his midsection. She was warm, soft, and languorous in the wake of their lovemaking. She had a hand settled on his chest, fingers tracing lazy, abstract patterns.

  He couldn’t ignore the fact that her inner thigh was pressing down on his throbbing shaft, pinning it against his belly. It was a pleasurable feeling, even if it was a teasing one. That stimulation, however small, would’ve been unbearable half an hour ago, and he would’ve been helpless but to act upon it. But he was finally regaining some semblance of control after hours and hours of being lost in a maddening haze of lust.

  He’d lost count of how many times they’d mated since he’d walked into her workroom and been hit by that lily of the valley scent.

  Zevris lifted his head off the pillow and glanced down at Tabitha. Though the bedroom lights were off, a
nd night had long since fallen, he could see her clearly—especially with the gentle blue glow cast upon her by his eyes and tattoos.

  Her hair was disheveled, spread over his arm, shoulder, and chest. Her pale skin was not without markings—faint red lines and spots where his claws and fangs had scratched and nipped, a few dull purple bruises on her hips and thighs in the rough shapes of his fingers. He’d not broken her skin, and, though she’d assured him she was unhurt, he’d apologized for those marks.

  She’d told him they were sexy. He agreed; Tabitha looked well and thoroughly loved.

  “I couldn’t get up if I wanted to,” Tabitha murmured.

  Zevris chuckled. “Do you want to?”

  “Nah”—she flattened her hand on his chest—“I’m good. Just can’t move.”

  He slid his hand up her thigh and cupped her ass, giving it a squeeze. His arm pressed her leg down harder on his cock, creating another spark of pleasure. “If I need more, you won’t have to. I’ve plenty of energy left for the both of us.”

  She snorted and nestled closer to him. “Not sure how. Have you slept at all?”

  “I have not.” He lowered his head, looking up at the ceiling and the shadows cast across it. They’d come to bed hours ago, and he’d woken her three times—no, this had been the fourth—to deal with his enduring need.

  Tabitha was not a faloran, and she lacked the strength and endurance of his people, but she’d kept up with him throughout. A few times, she’d even outpaced him, showing a wild side that had her flat little teeth nipping at him and her blunt nails raking his flesh. They’d slowed down as the day wore on, their frenzy gradually giving way to gentler lovemaking.

  She’d yet to voice a complaint, though he knew she was exhausted. He’d done his best to resist, to allow her sleep, but the need had still been too great. That lily of the valley fragrance was merciless.

  They’d showered together that afternoon, washing away all traces of that scent while making love a couple more times, but its effects had lingered long after. Just as the first time, that smell had been enough to set him off for a great while.