Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (good books to read in english .txt) 📗

But it didn’t help.

She was losing energy and her lungs were bursting.

She needed air.

As a last resort, she did the only thing she could think of doing as they went deeper.

Burying her face against the alien’s shoulder, she opened her mouth and clamped down, sinking her teeth into the bastard’s skin.

There was no response apart from him tensing and it took her a few moments, as her energy left her, for her to realize they were rising again.

As they broke the surface, she inhaled air like a junkie sniffing coke and her lungs thanked her for it.

The alien’s chest was heaving too. She could feel it for she was plastered against him, his strong arms surrounding her as he treaded the water.

“What the phek were you thinking?!”

The tone of his voice caught her off guard.

Blinking away the water from her eyes, she was about to unleash a whole string of colorful words when she focused on him.

Those words died on her lips.

The pure anger mixed with utter concern etched into Grout’s handsome features stopped her instead.

Now, what the fuck did he have to be angry about? He’d almost drowned her!

“I knew you were wild but to try to kill yourself?!”

What?

Cleo’s mouth opened then closed then opened again as she pulled in huge breaths through her nose.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, you idiot! I was drinking water!” She tried to push him away, but he was holding her too tightly and she only stopped struggling at the thought that if he did let her go she’d probably sink because her hands were still restrained.

He was staring at her as if she’d gone mad and she surprised herself when a half-chuckle left her lips.

He’d been trying to prevent her from offing herself? What an odd way to go about it.

They both almost died.

Chuckling, she looked up at him and it suddenly occurred to her that they were close. Very close.

That she could feel every cord of muscle underneath his clothing.

That every breath he took, his body moved against hers and that, for some insane reason, he felt…good.

Brilliant green eyes stared down at her with a look that had none of the anger and concern she’d seen etched on his face earlier.

Now, he was looking at her like a man stunned and for a reason she couldn’t determine, warmth flooded her cheeks slowly.

“What is it?”

She searched his face tentatively. It felt wrong, inappropriate, to let her eyes travel over his features as she was doing and she swallowed back the lump that began to grow in her throat.

He was frickin’ handsome.

Why did he have to be handsome?

And he was looking at her like…like she was something to be awed at.

“What is it?!” Minor irritation was present in her voice now as she blinked, trying to make sense of his sudden lack of response. “Oh, I forgot you can’t understand me.” She paused. “You’re looking at me like…”

Like I’m beautiful.

But she didn’t finish.

For a few long seconds, the alien did nothing…and then she felt it.

As he blinked, as if coming out of a stupor, she frickin’ felt it.

Against her legs. Something that hadn’t been there before was there now.

Growing. Hardening. Pressing against her.

The green-eyed alien blinked again as Cleo looked down at the water, before turning her wide eyes back to him.

“You’re…”

Fucking turned on.

Why did that make her…not grossed out?

Because, Cleo, her mind helpfully answered, your vagina has had a year-long no-dickfest.

Now it wanted backstage tickets to meet the lead and his two drummers.

She was sure of it.

His hard cock was pressing into her and they both knew she could feel it because his expression suddenly turned sheepish.

Even in the cool water, it felt warm against her and something deep inside her ached.

She opened her mouth to say something. Words along the appropriate lines communicating disgust at the literal alien dick pressing into her and of how wrong it was for him to have it against her…but no words came.

She could only open her mouth and close it again.

Without a word, Sohut…Grout treaded to the edge of the pool, lifted her, and set her down on the ground.

Water sluiced off him as he exited the rock pool to stand beside her and Cleo kept her gaze averted, refusing to look at what she knew was there.

When strong hands surrounded her and lifted her once more, a yelp left her lips.

“What are you do—” But he only set her back against the rock wall where she’d been sitting before.

Fuck.

She should be annoyed. Angry. Livid.

Yet, none of those emotions were there.

All she could feel was a tingling in her lady parts and an excitement building in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

He was male.

So male.

And now, because of the ache building in her core, she was painfully aware of it.

She watched as he stretched and took off his wet shirt, hanging it over a bunch of vines in the corner, and a shiver went down her body.

His attention turned to her and she averted her gaze again, her eyes falling to her legs and that made her inhale a sharp gasp.

The mud…

Her camouflage.

It was gone.

Thin streaks of dirt were now on her skin, which had just been fully hidden by a healthy covering of mud.

Raising her arms, her eyes widened.

It was all gone.

When her wide gaze fell on the alien, she found he was still looking at her in that strange way he had been in the water.

Fuck.

He could see her.

Like see her.

Her camouflage had washed away in the water and now she felt…open.

The funny thing was, the only thought in her head at that moment was the fact that she must look hideous.

Hiding behind the dirt and mud had been easy but now he could see exactly what she looked like…and, well, no one had seen her in over a year—especially not a hot male that her lady parts were, admittedly, too excited to see.

He was probably thinking she was a strange-looking creature now with