Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5) by A.G. Wilde (most important books of all time txt) 📗

“I have heard of your kind,” M’Agunt suddenly said, giving her a side-eye as he continued searching for whatever material he was looking for. His voice changed from being pleasant and sort of cooing to something else that made her a bit wary.

“A very...sought after species. You are far from home, aren’t you?”

“I am,” Evren replied, glancing behind her once more.

Kyro was trailing them, ignoring the clothing material, his focus on M’Agunt completely.

When she turned to glance in M’Agunt’s direction, she found the alien’s face so close to hers she had to stretch her neck backward a little to give them some space.

“A human could use some friends,” M’Agunt said.

Without missing a beat, Kyro answered, “She already has friends.”

M’Agunt glanced in Kyro’s direction and she was sure annoyance registered on his face but that was quickly covered with a bejeweled grin. “What about this?” He pushed another piece of material towards her, right in her face.

“I can’t see it. I need you to release me—”

“Ah, apologies.” M’Agunt let her go, his tentacle sliding from around her waist, and she was able to touch the material. It had an intricate design that made it look like it had butterflies painted on it.

It was beautiful.

Running her hand along the design, she took a few moments to decide. “I’ll take this.”

M’Agunt’s grin widened, no doubt happy about the sale, as he turned to pull out the rest of the bale.

“How much do you need?”

“About five yards,” Evren answered.

M’Agunt just turned and blinked at her, his large eyes fully closing and opening dramatically.

“She needs two lengths.” Kyro’s voice was so close behind her she almost jumped. God. How did someone so large move so quietly?

He was standing so near; she could almost feel his chest moving with each breath. And, she didn’t know why, but a part of her wanted to lean back a little, just a little, so she could feel his chest against her back.

This was what isolation was doing to her.

She was making friends with an octopus-man and she was craving the touch of the first male who had been nice to her in a while.

Don’t get her wrong. There wasn’t anything wrong with Kyro. He was tall. Handsome. Strange, but not in a threatening way. And he was incredibly interesting to speak to when he did speak.

But he had never shown any interest in her...at least, not romantically. Their acquaintance was completely platonic.

He was hot. But they were acquaintances.

She was sure he felt the same way.

Daring to tilt her head and look up at him, she found his eyes focused on hers. As she swallowed hard, he watched her throat move and a heat she hadn’t felt in years filled her. All his talk about copulation came flooding back.

Snapping her eyes away, she found M’Agunt stretching a wrapped-up package in her direction.

He seemed to have been watching them the entire time and the smile he put on his face when she’d finally looked in his direction made her uneasy.

Was he just a creep?

He seemed to really like sex stuff. That was probably what that look he was giving her was. He was probably imagining her riding Kyro’s dick.

The heat within her grew at the thought.

Wrong thought. Wrooong thought.

Now, she was imagining riding Kyro’s dick.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she smiled and took the package.

“By chance, do you have any needles or thread?”

M’Agunt’s gaze was running down her body slowly and it was clear he hadn’t heard her question.

Yup. He was definitely into freaky sex stuff. The way he was eyeing her was like how the chitin-dude, Shive, had been looking at her and she didn’t like it at all.

He better watch out. His eyes were larger than Shive’s and she wouldn’t hesitate to poke them out.

Trying not to squirm under his gaze, Evren opened her mouth to repeat the question when a rumble from behind her made her twist her head to look up at Kyro.

His narrowed gaze was on M’Agunt and he was...growling?

As soon as their eyes met, the growling stopped and Kyro was looking back at her as if the sound had surprised him as much as it had surprised her.

M’Agunt must have heard the sound too because he seemed to zone back into the present as suddenly as the growl had penetrated the air.

“What did you say sweet, sweet human?” M’Agunt asked, his voice like syrup but his gaze icy as he glanced at Kyro. This time, Evren was certain there was definite annoyance in his gaze.

“Needles? Thread? Do you sell any?”

She spent the next few moments having to describe the two items to the two aliens and after all her efforts, it turned out that there was no such thing on the base.

Apparently, no one sewed clothes. They all just bought them ready-made.

Well, she wouldn’t be doing that. The whole purpose of getting the cloth was so she would have something to do so she could preoccupy her mind and not go crazy.

Reaching into her basket, she pulled out her datapad, which held her digital credits. M’Agunt raised a tentacle in the air.

“No need to pay. This time it is free.” He smiled.

“Oh...that’s nice of you but I can pay—”

M’Agunt’s grin widened. “Ah, sweet human,” he said. “You will pay me later.”

Evren frowned slightly but the alien’s smile didn’t seem malicious.

With a grunt from Kyro, she felt his hand at her back as he steered her from the store, almost as if he couldn’t wait to get her out of there and away from the saggy alien.

“Thank you, M’Agunt,” she managed to say before they exited the stall.

As they reentered the market, she was sure she heard M’Agunt’s reply: “The pleasure was all mine.”

7

They walked in silence, the hustle and bustle of the market enveloping them once more.

Kyro couldn’t help the frown that was bunching the skin on his forehead.

The Dini known as M’Agunt disturbed him.

Logic told him there was nothing to be disturbed about, but he