ALIEN SHIFTER ROMANCE: Alien Tigers - The Complete Series (Alien Invasion Abduction Shapeshifter Romance) (Paranormal Science Fiction Fantasy Anthologies & Short reads)

by Tanya Jolie

  “So much more,” Allison said as he lowered her. Her mouth found his and sank into the love that drove them. Heat and arousal built moisture between her thighs and urged her on as she ground her hips against him. “Brody, please.”

  Breathless, Allison unhooked her own bra and tossed in on the floor as Brody’s warm lips touched her. His wet tongue slid seductively over her taught nipples, first one and then the other lavishing attention on both of her breasts until she moaned. She rocked against Brody as need coursed through her. Her hands found his tank top and pulled it off, wanting to tear the rest of his uniform off to find the flesh underneath.

  “Easy Ally,” Brody smiled. “You can’t go this fast.”

  ***

  “Please babe,” she groaned. Her hands fumbled with the buckle of his uniform belt and Brody laughed. Laying back on his bed, he undid his belt and pants, which Allison dispatched with the same quick hands he’d come to love. Arousal was easy to come by when the woman he loved was so steeped in it. Soon he found himself stripped bare and easily tucked Allison beneath him.

  “I love you Allison Duvaine,” Brody whispered against her ear as he covered her. He ripped her panties off her body, enjoying the way her hips bucked against him. Foreplay was kept to a minimum mainly because Brody knew she was already aroused enough, already wet. She was writhing beneath him, her body trembling as need knifed through her.

  Grabbing her hips, Brody filled her and steeped himself in the pleasure of her long moan. They fell and rose together, their rhythm one of love, respect and understanding. Brody took her up slowly, building her so that she’d peak on a long orgasm. He wanted her body to weep with pleasure and satisfaction. His hands slid over her body, kneading her breasts and squeezing their tight tips so that she bucked against him, taking him deeper. Her warmth thrilled him, urging him on. When she was close, Brody backed off, letting her body slow its climb. Over and over again he drove her up and back down, driving her crazy and pushing himself as well. Her nails dug into his shoulders creating a pleasurable pain that only fueled his own need. Control slipped through his fingers as he found the wet mound of her clit. Touching her sent Allison’s body spiking against him, burying him so deep. She crashed over that glorious edge and Brody was helpless to do anything but jump after her.

  “Can we move the wedding up?” Allison said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as he lay on top of her. His weight felt natural, as if she’d been built to hold him in this intimate scene.

  “Seriously?” Brody asked. “We’ve already sent the invitations out though. The dates been set for a year.”

  “I know,” Allison said, her bright eyes shining. “I’m just getting anxious. I can’t believe we’re down to our last six months. The waiting is starting to wear on me.”

  “Nonsense,” Brody smiled. “You just stick with me a little longer babe and I promise we’ll have the wedding you always dreamed of. Then we’ll work on the marriage both of us have been dreaming of.”

  “Do you ever worry that we put more planning into the wedding than our marriage?”

  “No,” Brody said, finally lifting off of her. He made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed and tucked them both beneath his sheet and comforter. When Allison snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest, he pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’m not saying that we haven’t invested more time, especially lately on the wedding, but Ally you have to remember where we started. When I first took you out after my deployment you barely said two words to me. I remember wondering if I was really interested in a woman who could write me a novel love letter, but couldn’t talk to me face to face. Eventually though, we worked through it all. We became best friends and I for one have never been more thankful for you. So what’s the real reason you’re so antsy now?”

  “I just want to know that nothing will come along to ruin what we’ve built and plan to build.”

  “Nothing like Karen, or nothing like your eye?” Brody asked. He felt her stiffen. “Allison, if you had lost the sight in both eyes, I’d still love you. I love that when I look at you I see my best friend. I see a woman who is strong, capable and more self-assured than she wants to admit. I see a woman who loves me with all of my flaws and scars. You are my rock sweetheart and I will work every day to be yours. So trust me when I say that nothing will come along to ruin our day.”

  “Promise,” Allison whispered, tears evident in her voice.

  “Ally,” Brody said, turning so he could see her face. “Baby I asked you to marry me because I’m in love with you and I love you. You are the light when it’s only darkness around me. You shine when nothing else does and I’m going to be in love with you in five years and ten and twenty-five.”

  “Brody I’m pregnant,” Allison said without so much as a breath to give him pause.

  “You. You’re pregnant? We’re having a baby?” Brody asked, a smile slowly spreading over his lips. His hand reached out to touch her womb, his fingers spanning the place their new baby nestled.

  “I found out at the hospital,” Allison said, tears falling off her cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I-“

  “You don’t have a thing to apologize for sweetie,” Brody smiled. “You’re the woman I love and you’re carrying my child.”

  “Your parents are going to-“

  “Think that you’re amazing,” Brody cut her off. “Do you know how ecstatic my mother’s going to be? She’d wanted a grandbaby since I entered the service. Kept talking about how I should meet a pretty girl and settle down. When I told her that I’d fallen in love with you she was practically planning the wedding before I’d even bought a ring to ask you.”

  Allison laughed. “I can so see Jennifer doing that.”

  Yawning, Allison nestled down close to Brody and listened to his heart beat. Her hand covered her womb and flexed when Brody’s hand joined hers. They had a ways to go yet, but knowing he loved their child even now put Allison’s mind and heart at ease. He wouldn’t turn her away for her eye, or for knowing about the baby and not telling him. She kissed his chest and fell asleep to the soft sound of his heartbeat and the tinkling sound of rain outside.

  ***

  Epilogue

  Allison stood in front of the mirror and smiled. They’d decided to keep the wedding date the same and she’d had her dress modified to accommodate the baby that was quickly taking up the space in her abdomen.

  “You ready?” Jennifer asked, a bright smile on her face. “Let’s go make you an official Crowley.”

  “Okay,” Allison smiled. Jennifer helped her walk down the stairs without tripping on her dress.

  “Brody’s not going to be able to say his vows. You’ll tie his tongue up for at least an hour before his brain kicks in again.”

  “I’m glad you think so,” Allison said, her hands shaking. “Watch your dad’s reaction and you’ll get an idea of how Brody will be.” She did and chuckled when her dad’s eyes went wide.

  “You are stunning Al,” Burt Duvaine said as he held an arm out for his daughter. Allison slipped her arm into his bent elbow and took a deep breath. “You’re glowing and I don’t think it’s just the baby either, although I’ve been told women do that when they’re expecting.”

  “I can’t wait to marry Brody,” Allison said as they waited for their cue.

  “Just remember this day when he’d put on fifteen pounds and his beard starts to go gray and he gets long hairs in his nose.”

  Allison laughed automatically pressing a hand to her belly. The baby gave a strong kick and Allison finally settled down as the music started for her to walk the aisle. Jennifer had been right of course. Brody could barely talk when it came time for the vows and Allison cried as she pledged and promised to love, honor and cherish Brody through everything life brought them, good and bad.

  The ceremony, which felt like moving through quicksand, was over in minutes and Allison Duvaine became Mrs. Brody Allen Crowley. She would now be Mrs. Allison Rae Crowley and her smile w
as permanent. Nothing would derail it today.

  She danced with her father and was easily moved around the dance floor by Brody, who barely let her go. They exchanged cake and sipped faux wine. Brody had added the faux wine to the menu when he’d learned that Allison was expecting. He was increasingly glad they’d chosen to keep the gender of the baby a secret as it added another adventure to go along with the ones he was already racking up. Allison had found a home close enough to Camp Lejeune for him to stay involved with the local schools on recruitment days and other special military representation days. They spend two months moving in and now that she was about to enter her third trimester they were prepping the house for when the baby made his or her appearance. He’d postponed their honeymoon trip, knocking it back a year and decided that a week at a gorgeous bed and breakfast in Virginia was just what they needed to start their adventure in life out on the right foot.

  “You ready babe?” Brody asked Allison as she made her way toward the desert table.

  “Absolutely soldier,” she smiled.

  “Gonna have to retire that nickname you know.”

  “Never,” Allison smiled. She pressed a kiss to his lips and everyone cheered. Brody took her hand in his and swept her up into his arms. Even six months pregnant she was doing well on managing her weight gain and Brody was still easily able to pick her up. “Alright sergeant, let’s blow this pop sickle stand.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Brody said. “I’d salute but you’d end up on the floor.”

  “I’ll let it slide this time Mister,” Allison grinned. Reaching up again, she kissed his cheek and on the way out of the reception hall, Allison tossed her bouquet which she’d never gotten around to doing. She snuggled down against Brody as the first snowfall of winter began to fall around them. Brody tucked her into his truck and climbed in, starting the engine and turning the heat on. “Let’s go make us some memories baby.”

  As they drove off toward the bed and breakfast, Allison belted her middle seat belt and snuggled close to her husband. It’d take a while to get used to saying husband instead of fiancé, but Allison planned to keep doing it until it became normal, because she was never letting him go.

  THE END

  Protected and Loved by the NAVY SEAL:

  No Turning Back

  A Military Romance

  Protected and Loved by the NAVY SEAL:

  No Turning Back

  Hunter Smith just knew that he was going to die soon. His lungs were going to give out on him or he was going to have a massive heart attack. Or maybe both. His legs were sore. His arms hurt. Hell, every muscle in his body ached! But he kept hearing his gram's voice in his head, "What doesn't kill you will only make you stronger, Hunter boy." So, he continued on.

  Training for the Navy SEALs was no joke. He was just approaching the end of what was commonly referred to as "Hell Week". Hunter was completely exhausted, mentally and physically. He had probably only slept about four hours in the past five and a half days. And when he did sleep, he always woke up feeling uneasy, his memories filled with vivid dreams. He could never recall the exact details of the dreams, but in them he was always running from something.

  When those five days were over and Hunter had some time to rest a bit, his mind finally made the connection between the dreams and his real life. Being in the Navy was something he had always wanted to do. It started out as a “free” ticket out of his mom’s home, but quickly became an undying passion. By the time Hunter was 16, he had the physique of a serious athlete and the will-power of a God.

  As 16 turned into 17, and 17 into 18, Hunter had grown into a strong, handsome young man. His skin was golden brown from all the time he spent outdoors either running or swimming at the local community pool. His sharp features gave him a serious, sexy look, but his smiling eyes could charm a snake. There was no shortage of women who were interested in Hunter. However, he was more interested in achieving his goal of becoming a Navy Seal.

  And now, Hunter's dream was almost a reality. He only had to make it through two more phases of training and if all went as planned, he would be a Navy Seal. Taking his dream even further, his hope was to be assigned to the Team 3 Platoon. That is what he had been training for almost all of his life.

  He wasn’t worried about the next phase although it was seven weeks long. It was the water combat training, and Hunter was as comfortable in water as a fish. He knew it wouldn’t be as simple as just swimming. However, he was confident that he would exceed expectations in this department. It wasn’t easy by any means, and there were times he struggled. But in the end, he persevered and finished as one of the top performers.

  With his confidence still reeling from his success in the water combat training, he entered the next phase with a positive attitude. Those next seven weeks flew by and before he knew it, the end was approaching. It was bittersweet. He was excited to be finished and to be able to say that he was a Navy Seal. He had been dreaming about this moment for so long!

  However, he had made some great friends during this adventure, and most of them would be going their separate ways soon. They would be assigned a platoon and off they would go to start training again. But this time they would be training for the real thing. They would be training for deployment. When Hunter thought about going to fight in a real war, he felt anxious, but in a good way. He actually wanted to put his skills to good use. He couldn’t wait to be out there defending his country! To him, it was a rewarding career he was definitely looking forward to.

  When the day finally came and Hunter was officially a Navy Seal, he had never been more proud in his life. And when he found out he was to be assigned to Navy Special Warfare Team Three, his excitement tripled! He had reached his goals he had set out to achieve. He was ready to prove his loyalty to the Navy and to his county.

  Hunter and his team were almost immediately sent to their base in Coronado, California. And from there, they trained hard every day preparing for the day they would get word of deployment. It didn’t take very long.

  Within two months of settling in, Team Three received the orders. They were going to be stationed in Iran and would find out more details in the upcoming weeks. The exact date wasn’t set, but they were instructed to be ready to leave at any given time. Hunter was filled with excitement and a little bit of anxiousness at this news. This is what he had been working for.

  The evening of the deployment announcement, as Hunter was getting ready for bed, his mind was racing. He had done a lot of research on the Middle East, but he knew it would be a whole different story to actually experience the harsh conditions he would be living in. He was so lost in thought that it took him a minute to realize someone was talking to him.

  “Hey Fish Boy! Earth to Fish Boy!” one of Hunter’s bunkmates was trying to get his attention by calling him the good-natured nickname he had acquired after completing his water combat with such high honors.

  Hunter laughed and asked, “What’s up Nick? Did you drop you toothbrush in the toilet again?”

  “Ha ha, very funny!” Nick said with a grin. “No, this time I dropped yours in there!” he declared. “I’m kidding! I’m just checking to make sure you are coming out with us to celebrate tomorrow night.”

  “Yea, I suppose,” Hunter answered with exaggerated disinterest. In reality, he was actually looking forward to going out and letting loose a little bit. He had been working so hard and though it was definitely time for a small break.

  “Oh, whatever! You know you can’t wait to put down some beers and check out the ladies! We’re leaving here at nine, so be ready”

  Hunter replied with a smile, “I will be ready to kick back and relax. That’s for sure!” And as he settled into bed, he thought about just that. He was ready for a laid back night of fun. He had no idea how his life was about to change completely in just one night.

  Hunter made it through the day with the approaching night out still on his mind. He started to get ready at about eight, taking time to shave before h
is shower. He wore a tight white shirt that showed off his golden tan and rippling muscles, and a pair of dark blue jeans that fit just right.

  He was just splashing on some cologne when he heard Nick calling for him. “Hey Fish Boy! Ya ready yet? Time to head out!”

  Hunter came through the door and replied, “Hell yes! Let’s roll!”

  Nick laughed and they started to head outside to meet the rest of the group. All 16 of them were going out, and they were all in great moods. The hard days of training left little time for nights like these. Actually, it left no time for nights like these. This was a rare occasion, and each one of them had decided to take full advantage of the freedom.

  It was a perfect night, temps in the low 70s with a nice, cool breeze flowing through the air. The ten minute walk to the bar flew by as they guys talked and joked getting more pumped by the minute. They were ready to order some drinks and check out the scene.

  When they arrived at the bar, they were slightly disappointed by the lack of people but realized it was early yet. They figured it would be bumping before too long. The establishment was actually bigger than it looked like from the outside. It housed a long half-oval bar, quite a few tables, two dart boards, a pool table and a large dance floor. The juke box was playing a Pink Floyd song when they walked in, and the cute bartender greeted them with a smile as they approached the bar.

  They all decided to start out with drinks and shots. Hunter ordered a beer and a shot of tequila, passing on the lime. They pushed some tables together and sat down to the make a toast.

  Anthony, the clown of the group, raised his shot up with a loud shout. “To getting the Hell away from Commander Monster!” He laughed as the rest of the group stifled their own laughter. His real name was Munster, but they all called him Monster behind his back because of his crazy temper. He could definitely be an ass. “Seriously, though,” Anthony continued, “To our first deployment! May we leave as a group of 16 and return as a group of 16!”