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

Things were beginning to look positive.

Now, she just had to find a way to make some credits on her own so she’d have money to live on till she had her footing when she arrived at the hub.

A job.

She needed a job.

That would be her order of the day for tomorrow.

As Kyro walked into the room, a steaming cup of something that smelled good in his hands, Evren set the datapad aside.

This whole Intergalactic Hub idea might not turn out to be anything in the end...she may even decide to not do it. But at least she had a backup plan—something to fall back on should things go south and a little independence too if she earned her own credits.

And that was the perfect idea.

16

She’d drunk the warm liquid and then set to reading on her datapad. Now and again, he caught her furtive glances in his direction.

Qrakking nest on Polvrak’s gonads.

He tried not to look at her, focusing instead on his datapad as he scrolled through the feed on it.

He was pretending to read, as he was sure she was, neither of them wanting to bring up what had happened earlier in the day or, perhaps, what had happened between them before.

When she finally retired to bed, not before bringing him a pile of soft coverings to rest under, Kyro let his shoulders droop.

It had been a mistake staying the night.

The security settings would have been more than sufficient to keep her safe.

Now he was treading on thin ice. It took much energy trying to keep focused enough to complete the simple task of getting through till the morning without yearning for her smile, her laughter, her warm gaze...her kiss.

Squeezing his eyes tight, he scolded himself.

What had happened to his years of fortitude? How strong was he really if he was so easily derailed?

He’d thought his brothers had been foolish to fall so easily to the other humans but her pull... Evren was pulling him to her like a moxxi on a leash and no matter what he tried to do to refocus his mind, she was in it, calling him, pulling him.

Bewitching.

He was convinced.

Humans bewitched. Human females, at least.

Maybe it was their softness. Evren’s softness called to him. All he wanted to do was pound his cock into her constantly.

Even now, his cock was straining against his clothing, wanting him to give in and bring himself to release.

Qrak.

Not now. Not with her in the other room.

Tilting his head to the room in which she slept, he listened and a soft, repeating whistle met his ear.

Such a strange creature.

If he were a hunter, her sleeping sounds would make her an easy target. Why would someone so defenseless not have evolved to eliminate such noise? Humans had soft skin and no natural defensive mechanisms but did so many things that made them attractive to predators.

Yet, as he listened, he couldn’t prevent the slow smile that came over his lips.

He couldn’t sleep, there were too many things on his mind, and this whistle of hers, of all things, was calming.

He sat listening for what could be two Earth hours, just listening to her breathe and whistle, when she made a sound that made his ears prick.

It was like a grunt, one that cut off the peaceful whistling completely.

When another grunt came followed by increased, harsh breathing, Kyro jumped up from his reclining position, his entire being on high alert as he rushed into the room in which she slept.

The security system was on.

There was no way there was an intruder.

Yet, it sounded as if she was locked in combat with someone.

He was in her room in the next second, his fists clenched and ready, eyes wide, but the scene in front of him had him slightly confused.

She was on her sleeping area, legs splayed, the soft covering similar to the one she’d given him thrown off her, and she was turning her head from side to side and muttering incoherently.

What in the name of Polvrak...

Was she possessed by some spirit?

“No,” she breathed, her face forming a frown, but her eyes were still closed. “No!”

Kyro blinked, his fists slowly relaxing as he realized what this was.

He’d read about it.

She was dreaming—or rather, she seemed to be having the opposite of a dream...that thing humans called a nightmare.

Blinking a few times, he wondered what he should do. There had been no instructions on what to do in such a situation.

Should he wake her?

As he moved to her side, Kyro watched her face intently.

“No. Please, don’t take me. Please. I’ll give you anything. You can take anything. Just please, leave me alone.” She flung her head to the other side, gripping the bedding beneath her. “Please! Don’t!”

The whimper that left her throat found its way right into him, making something deep within him clench.

“Evren?”

Instead of waking up or responding, she threw her head the other way.

Reaching out, Kyro placed his hand lightly over her forehead.

“Evren?”

She groaned at the sound of her name but still didn’t open her eyes.

“Evren?” He called more forcefully this time and to his relief, he got a response.

Her eyes fluttered open and focused on him. For a few seconds, she said nothing. It was as if her mind was still foggy.

“You were talking while sleeping.” Kyro frowned. “You were doing many strange things. Whistling. Talking. Thrashing about...”

Evren just stared at him and then without warning, she began to chuckle, her eyes growing soft as she looked at him.

He couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized.

Even like this, right now, in this sleepy state, she was affecting him.

“Bad dream,” she croaked, and he felt one of his eyebrows lift. Her voice had completely changed to much coarser than he’d ever heard it before.

There was something husky and sensual about it that was making his body respond.

He could feel himself throb insistently, even as he tried to keep his gaze from wandering to her long, splayed, legs.

“Sorry if I woke you.” Her eyes were still laden with