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

them in that trance. And with visible effort, he raised his gaze back to hers.

There was a hunger there, one that made her gulp and swallow hard.

What was she doing?

She wasn’t on Earth. This wasn’t some hot senior she’d managed to snag from one of the fraternities. And this wasn’t a dream where the perfect guy she’d imagined was in her bed ready to devote his waking existence to her.

No.

She was far away from Earth.

This was an alien planet.

And the hot guy whose body was pressed against hers, the hot guy whose cock she could feel straining against his trousers even as she fought to get her breathing under control, the hot guy whose lips were brushing against hers…well, he was an alien and relationships with aliens, if anything, was probably taboo.

Kyris squeezed his eyes shut and when he opened them again, that raw hunger she’d seen just before seemed to be controlled.

But, as he lifted himself from off her, despite her thoughts, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of disappointment.

21

For three more days, they travelled. Every night, Kyris stood guard outside the makeshift tents he’d make, killing the screeching devils that seemed to be constantly appearing. And every day, he did the same.

He didn’t mention the almost-kiss and she was too shy to bring it up. What would she say anyway? Every time she thought about it, she could feel her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment.

It wasn’t at the forefront of her mind, however. Her nerves were constantly on end.

More important things were on her mind—mainly the fact that it was as if they were being hunted.

The demon centipede scorpions were everywhere. Everywhere they went, one, two, or three of the creatures would appear, screeching, hissing, and heading directly toward her.

But Kyris was always there. Even in the rain, he stayed outside the tent, killing any of the creatures that dared to appear.

They never seemed to try to attack him.

Yet, she couldn’t help the level of safety that she was feeling.

She trusted him. He never let them get close.

Even now, he was outside the tent. Stretching, Song huddled into the wooly covering he’d set on the ground for her to rest on.

It was strange. She was getting used to sleeping like this. It was her new normal.

Through sleepy eyes, she looked at him sitting by the tent’s entrance. In the light of the rising suns, his wings shimmered in their excellence. They looked so perfect; so beautiful.

They were folded behind him, neatly tucked against his back, and she couldn’t help but marvel at just how celestial he looked.

Stretching once more, the bedding beneath her rustled and Kyris turned to look in at her. Even with that simple movement, her breath caught in her throat. She would never get used to how handsome he was. It was as if every time he turned away her mind tried to compensate for what she was seeing, telling her that there was no way one person could look so good, but then he’d look at her again and she’d be amazed once more.

“You’re awake,” he said.

“Mmhm.” Folding her arms over her chest, she offered him a smile.

“We have to leave soon.” His eyes slipped from hers to fall to where her arms folded over her breasts and she felt herself flush.

“Mmhm. I’ll just grab the bedding.” Her wide eyes stayed focused on him as he turned away and stood. She’d taken to bringing the bedding along with her during the days. She thought it was the least she could do so Kyris didn’t have to find new bedding each evening.

As soon as he turned away, she stood, rolled up the wooly bedding, and cradled it in her arms. By the time he popped his head into the tent, she was ready to go.

“Ready?”

Song nodded and moved toward him.

“This way.”

He’d been looking at her strangely ever since the almost-kiss and every time his intense violet gaze landed on her, her mind went back to how good his lips had felt against hers.

God. She’d kissed him. Coupled with the fact that he’d held her, both naked, his hard body against hers all night, it was by far the most romantic thing she’d ever done with anyone.

And she had to say…she’d liked it. Actually, she’d loved it. He was like, the perfect guy. The type of guy that she’d have believed only existed in books and in people’s fantasies. That’s the type of guy he was. The exact type of guy that she’d have dreamt of being with.

That’s what he was, though…a dream.

He was an alien, from another world. And although he seemed so human to her, she had to remember that.

There was no way for them to be together when they were from two separate worlds. Things like that just didn’t happen.

They were walking for maybe an hour when he stopped and handed her one of the food packets before continuing and, as she ate, she wondered if she should strike up some conversation with him.

The only thing was that he seemed to be in his head, contemplating something, and she didn’t want to disturb him.

Whatever it was that he was thinking about seemed important. So important that when the first hiss sounded across the desert neither he nor she heard it.

It was when the screech sounded again that Kyris froze in front of her, his head snapping in the direction she assumed the sound came from. To her ears, it could have come from anywhere in the vast expanse. She had no idea where the creature was.

“Stay close.” Drawing his blade, he stood by her side. “We must hasten. They will come.”

Shit.

Not again.

These things were so persistent.

Going into a light jog, she kept pace with him as they trudged through the sand. There was another screech from somewhere and Kyris stopped moving.

Before she could ask why he’d stopped, she heard another screech…and another…and another.

Turning around to look behind her, she gripped the bedding to her chest. Her back now against his, her