Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4), A.G. Wilde [most life changing books txt] 📗

Being so close to him, his scent was like a unique blend of sugar and spices, and if she allowed herself to concentrate on it, she was sure she would snuggle against his chest and stay there.

He exuded such strength and calm…

It was a bit jarring, because he looked as if he was around the same age as her. But he seemed to have experienced so much already, while she had experienced...nothing.

She wouldn’t think about it. It would only make her depressed.

Now, as the storm raged around them, the shadow of his wings highlighted his bone structure. It was as if he was sculpted… she could imagine that when God was making him, he’d accidentally used all of the bottle of gorgeousness and hadn’t bothered to start over.

It was surreal—as if he had no flaws at all.

Was it an alien thing or…

Song let out a soft huff of a laugh. It certainly was not an alien thing.

If the other aliens on the slave ship were anything to go by, humans were way off when they imagined little green men with big heads. She’d have given anything for little green men with big heads.

Her short laugh must have caught his attention because now, striking violet eyes were focused on her and she almost inhaled sharply.

“Something amuses you.” His gaze flicked over her face once more and she realized he was trying to read her.

“No.” She shook her head slightly as she answered and realized the words were lost to the loud roar of the storm around them. “No!” She tried again, raising her voice this time. “I was just thinking about something.”

“What? What were you thinking about?”

Song hesitated. It wasn’t anything particularly juicy or funny. She didn’t think he needed to hear. Nevertheless, she opened her mouth and began talking.

“I was thinking you’re nothing like the little green men I imagined.” It was a half-truth but it was close enough.

“Little men?” His brows furrowed.

Song huffed out another laugh through her nostrils. “Never mind. You wouldn’t get it.”

His brows remained furrowed as he studied her for a few more seconds before he closed his eyes again.

As she sobered, she stared at him, the roar of the storm still raging around them. As she listened to it, a sadness overcame her that she knew all too well.

She’d felt this sadness before on so many occasions. It was like a constant reminder that she was alone.

She knew what he was doing was just out of duty. He was just obeying others but she was thankful nonetheless and before she could stop herself, the words slipped from her lips.

“Thank you for this, Kyris.”

Something in his face changed and he tensed around her but he didn’t respond.

But he didn’t need to respond. Duty or not, he was being kind to her, and it was more than she’d expected from anyone.

She’d take it and treasure it for as long as it lasted. For it would run out. And when it did, she only hoped she had enough strength to stand on her own two feet by then.

From what she’d seen on that alien slave ship, kindness was as scarce as gold.

Kyris though...he’d been nothing but kind.

As a matter of fact, he was like a guardian angel.

The fact he had wings only added to that.

Was he really a tennin? Maybe she was imagining him.

Maybe he wasn’t real.

The thought crashed into her and caused a chill to run down her spine. But, when she looked up and into his eyes, he was looking down at her again and there was no way what she was seeing there wasn’t real.

Or...maybe she was indeed imagining it.

There was fierce protectiveness shining through his violet gaze and, as far as she knew, there was no way that protectiveness was directed at her.

He had no reason to be protective of her. He was only here because of his duty to his mission and his captain.

She was nothing to him and although she’d have loved if that wasn’t the case, it was reality.

And she’d learned the hard way that reality was nothing like the image she had in her mind.

Reality sucked.

7

As the storm raging around them died, Kyris pulled back his wings. Without a word, he rose and went airborne again so quickly Song found herself gasping for air as her heart lurched.

He glanced down at her to check if she was alright before he kept ascending, going so high she was sure that if she looked down now she would surely piss herself.

The sun was almost setting. She could tell from the dim glow in the sky and looking up into the emptiness above them now, she could almost pretend she was back on Earth.

It was getting colder too and along with the chill, the pain in her head seemed to increase. It felt like the seven dwarves were digging for gold and jewels on her cranium.

“There,” she heard him say as he swooped lower and his wings flapped, creating a loud thrashing sound as they displaced the air around them.

They were large wings; large, strong, and iridescent. She’d never seen a bird like him before.

But he wasn’t a bird, was he? He was a...

She didn’t know what he was.

That’s why he’d surprised her so much when she’d first seen him. Who’d have ever thought men with wings existed anywhere in the universe?

She was sure only fairies had wings and she was tempted to think of him as such.

Except, weren’t fairies small?

Her thoughts were interrupted as he landed lightly on his feet, his wings folding behind him with such practiced precision that it was art-like.

Still holding her against him, he eyed the rock formations.

The boulders were huge, uneven structures pushing up from the sand.

Following his gaze, she saw him eyeing a particular one.

It had a large opening and looked almost like a handle-less mug that had fallen on its side. The opening was just big enough for him to stoop and get in.

Setting her lightly on the