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

Last night, it had taken every ounce of strength not to spill all over himself as she’d squirmed in her sleep.

What would it be like when he tasted her for the first time?

What would it be like when she was squirming because he was between her legs?

Frowning, his face set with purpose.

He had to do it.

Selfish or not.

He had to.

For now, he would hunt her desert serpents and make sure she was fed, warm, and comfortable.

He would find ways to make her smile and laugh.

He would make sure she was safe and without worry.

And maybe, in time, she would realize that he could be the perfect male, deserving of her affection.

Maybe she would choose him without needing a mating ritual and without putting out her mating call.

It was deviant but it was worth a try.

13

Kyris was gone for maybe an hour when the first pain came.

A cramp.

One that went down her midsection and caused her muscles to tense for excruciating seconds before easing up.

Breathing rate increasing, Song curled into a fetal position.

She knew what this was.

But, in all the confusion of all that’d happened, she hadn’t even remembered about it. It hadn’t been on her mind.

Of all the times to come, this had to be one of the worst.

Another cramp rocked through her midsection and Song groaned in pain. As her American friends liked to call it, Aunt Flo was about to visit. And she wasn’t welcome.

She knew what was coming. The worst cramps of her life.

Hers only lasted about four days but the cramps were excruciating. It felt like everything from below her belly button to between her thighs was suddenly fighting a war and she would not win.

They were the reason she was terrified of ever getting pregnant and having to experience childbirth.

If just shedding the line of her uterus was this much pain, then imagine shedding it when a screaming little fat thing was trying to claw its way out of her body.

Not the greatest of images.

If she was back on Earth, she’d have been heading to the nearest pharmacy to get some ibuprofen or something.

She didn’t have that option here.

The first aid kit was still there and she stared at it hopefully. Maybe there was pain medication in there that could help?

As another cramp hit her. Song gripped her stomach and screamed into the woolly bedding.

This was not good.

This was really not good.

She didn’t even have sanitary napkins or tampons! What was she going to do?! Free bleed?! With an alien male in close proximity?!

The thought of Kyris made her groan into the bedding once more.

Shit.

She had to hide it from him. The embarrassment alone was too much. Plus, she didn’t even know how he’d respond. Would he be disgusted to be around her?

He’d already seemed a bit annoyed when he’d left.

Her American friends had always been so open about their periods. She’d been amazed the first time they’d all just discussed it in public, with boys around, as if it was nothing.

She couldn’t do that.

She doubted her father and brother even knew she had a period. Her mother had been the only one to support her during those times at home and when she’d left to live in the dorm at university, her dorm mate had filled that void.

Now, though...now, she was alone.

She had to figure out a way to do this on her own.

But how?

There wasn’t exactly a guidebook on navigating one’s period without supplies on a desert planet while stranded with a hot alien.

Maybe it was good that he thought she was ill.

Maybe she could play that up. Maybe she could pretend and hide the real fact from him. She’d need at least four days.

There was no way she was fit enough to walk for days in the hot sun while her period passed.

Oh God. Why now? This was going to be so hard.

Another cramp rocked through her belly and her stomach muscles clenched.

There was a sudden gush between her legs and she could almost cry.

Shit!

She usually had a few hours before the bleeding actually began. This time, though, it looked like she hadn’t been so lucky.

Raising herself on all floors, she scrambled toward the first aid kit.

Back turned to the cave entrance, she hurriedly opened the little box, her eyes raking over the contents.

There was some gauze and a few colorful teardrop-shaped sacs filled with colorful liquids.

Song bit her lip as she eyed the contents, contemplating what to do next.

The gauze might help.

As for the teardrop-shaped things, she had no idea what those were.

Running through her options, or lack of, she stiffened as the undeniable sound of large wings swooping down reached her ears.

Kyris.

No. No. No.

Not so soon.

But before she could scramble and hide her predicament, another cramp gripped her, causing her to double over.

She heard as he moved the slats of the barrier he’d made and Song squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears that were forming there to recede and wishing the pain would just go away so she could hide herself before he noticed.

And if things couldn’t get worse, he said the two words she didn’t want to hear.

“You’re bleeding.”

Oh God, please let this be a bad dream.

In her pain, she missed the concern lacing his voice.

All she knew was one thing: she wished the cave floor would open up and just swallow her whole.

The precious sand snakes that he’d hunted and picked through meticulous selection, trying to find the best and fattest ones for his Song, didn’t seem so precious now as he threw the sack to the cave floor.

In a second, he was by her side.

She was bleeding.

The whole backside of her pants was stained red.

And she was curled up into a ball, her eyes leaking again and her face contorting in pain.

He felt the fear and anger rise within him immediately and he did nothing to hold it back.

Glancing around the cave, he looked for the most likely culprit.

Sand nesters.

It must have been a nester. One