Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5), A.G. Wilde [amazing books to read .txt] 📗

finger to taste my tears. It’s not...normal.” She gave a soft chuckle.

Funny how he managed to make her smile so easily without even intending to. Around him, she forgot she was going through mental hell.

“Should I have used my tongue instead?”

His question seemed innocent enough but the thought of him running his tongue on her cheek made her widen her eyes, memories of him in the market and the thoughts she’d had then coming back to her immediately.

Evren opened her mouth to respond but no words came out.

Why wasn’t the thought of his tongue stroking down her cheek repelling her? It should. What it shouldn’t do was turn her on.

Ohmigod...she was, wasn’t she?

She was slightly turned on.

And God help her, she couldn’t stop her next words before they spilled from her lips.

“A tongue would have felt nicer.” She gave him a small smile. “But I don’t think many humans would appreciate you doing that either.”

“Don’t worry. I never intend to repeat such action on any other human. I only wanted to taste you.”

Again, she didn’t know how to respond.

Was he...flirting with her?

Were they flirting?

She’d never been good at that sort of thing. Her idea of flirting involved text messages, where she could mull over her responses in private until she came up with the smartest thing to say.

“What has made you sad? I can fix it.” He glanced down at the skirt in her hands.

As she looked up at him studying her, in the quiet of the room, his proximity suddenly felt intimate. It was just the two of them, standing so close...if she moved just a bit closer, she’d be pressing herself against his chest.

And she wanted to.

At least, her nipples sure wanted to. They were hard and pointing right at him.

Thank goodness her unsightly dress did a good job of hiding that.

She didn’t know why but she felt...safe around him. As if she wasn’t being judged.

As if she could be open, free, and utterly and completely her true self.

She felt like she could tell him anything. Anything at all, and it would stay between them. He didn’t seem like the sort of person to go yapping to the others about her failings or the fact that such a simple event as losing the one thing that made her Evren was breaking her so much.

Mind made up, she thrust the skirt toward him.

“It’s this stupid skirt. It will never fit me. I spent all this time, had this grand image of what my clothes were going to look like, and bam! It was ripped away from me just like that. Worst part is, it was because of my own stupidity!”

She felt annoyed. Annoyed with herself and she was very aware she was possibly overreacting. But, goddammit, it’s the little things that push people over the edge, and this little thing was doing just that.

Under the light above them, she couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but she could almost feel the intensity of his gaze.

“I sense that this had nothing to do with the clothing.”

Ah, so he was intuitive too? One point for him for picking that up so quickly. The more time she spent around him, the more perfect he became.

“You’re right. This has nothing to do with the clothing. It’s everything else!” Throwing her hands into the air, she stalked over to the drink she’d poured for him earlier. “You aren’t going to drink this are you?”

When he shook his head, she plopped down into the seat and took a big gulp.

“Shit, this tastes like piss.” Her nose scrunched up again. Still, she took another gulp. “Can you imagine it, Kyro? Being taken from everything you ever knew? Being thrown into a world that you didn’t choose? Can you imagine what it feels like inside?”

“I can.” He moved so smoothly and silently, she hadn’t realized he’d left from beside the table to stand by where she sat.

Taking a seat beside her, he gazed at nothing in front of him, his pupils dilating as if he was thinking of something that happened a long, long time ago.

“What do you mean you can?”

When he turned to look at her, there was a pain in his eyes that she hadn’t seen there before.

“I can. Because I was once abducted too.”

She was looking at him in shock, so he thought it best to continue.

He shouldn’t have opened his mouth, but he’d been doing a lot of things he shouldn’t be doing lately; he’d just add this to the list.

“As a youngling, about six orbits old, I was taken from my homeworld.”

Evren’s large blue eyes widened as her mouth fell open.

Shock.

He’d shocked her.

He’d take that over pity. He never wanted to see her pity him.

“I was eventually rescued by the Restitution. I’ve been here ever since.”

A moment of silence paused as he let her soak in what he just said.

“You. An alien. You were abducted?” She blinked. “No offense. I don’t mean that in a bad way it’s just...whenever I thought about beings being abducted, I only ever imagined humans getting the short end of that stick.”

“That would be impossible.”

“Huh?”

“There would be no way to extract beings on a stick. Unless it was a very small being and they somehow clung to your very large stick. And, outside the atmosphere of their planet, they would surely die without some form of protective equipment. Unless...” He paused. “Unless you put them in protective equipment and attach your stick to your spaceship.” He paused once more as he thought about it. “I retract my statement. It is possible.”

When he finally cast his eyes on her once more, she was doing that thing where she scrunched up her nose and looked at him as if she was trying to figure him out.

With a laugh, she took another sip of her drink.

“Kyro, you are so weird, but I mean it in the nicest way... I like it.”

Never mind that she just insulted him nicely. He could take that and think about it later.