Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) by A.G. Wilde (inspirational books to read .TXT) 📗

your throat.” Lifting the receptacle of liquid, he brought it to her lips.

The liquid that touched her tongue was slightly tangy, almost like lemon-flavored water. It flowed down into her throat and she forced herself to swallow but ended up sputtering on the fluid.

“Take your time. Your throat will become moveable soon.”

He tipped the liquid to her mouth once more and she tried again. This time, the fluid went down but swallowing felt like trying to force shards down her throat.

“You must be wondering where we are...” he paused to study her, an uncertain look on his face. “We’re at the outpost.”

The outpost.

How long had she been unconscious? Days? He’d said the outpost had been far away from the rock cave. She knew they’d been walking, trying to lose the nesters, but she hadn’t thought they’d walked that far.

Alone, he could have covered more ground but with her, not so much. She’d been aware she’d been slowing him down.

“You were stung by a nester…It poisoned you.” Some of the pain she’d been seeing in his eyes earlier was returning but when he looked at her it disappeared behind the intensity of his gaze—almost as if she’d been imagining it.

He paused. “You are lucky to be alive.”

No. It wasn’t luck.

She knew it was because of him. He’d saved her.

His injuries said it all…if it hadn’t been for him she’d have…

“The Mukkians are good at producing the anti-venom, though it is time-consuming. They are the only reason you’re alive.”

The Mukkians. She assumed he was talking about the little brown bald-headed men.

But they weren’t the only reason she was alive.

“No.” Her voice was more of a croak than she had wanted but it was clear enough for him to understand what she’d said.

She was alive because of him. He hadn’t left her behind...hadn’t given up on her.

“No?” His hands paused midway to her mouth with the receptacle.

“Oh, Kyris.” She sniffled, trying to keep her tears at bay.

She couldn’t look at him without her eyes welling up. He’d been hurt so badly. So, so badly.

“Your eyes are leaking again.” He put the receptacle down and leaned over her, using a finger to wipe one of her tears away. “I make your eyes leak.”

“No. No, you—” She sniffled, turning her face into his hand that was against her cheek.

All she wanted to do was hold him. He’d always been there. From the start, he’d always been there, giving her more than she’d ever deserved.

“Song?”

“Can you just do one thing for me?” She sniffled. She knew he’d already done so much but at that moment there was just one thing she needed from him.

“Anything.”

“Hold me.”

27

She’d asked him to hold her and that’s exactly what he’d done. He’d climbed back atop the bedding, settling so as not to put pressure on his injured wing and then he’d pulled her into his arms.

Luckily, he’d taken some kooli paste for the pain of his injuries. He couldn’t feel anything and he was happy for that fact.

He could hold her without being distracted by his own pain.

She’d sniffled then and snuggled into him, the movement obviously returning to her body. He was happy for that.

The worst was over. She’d been spared.

Despite his failure at protecting her, she’d been spared.

He thanked Polvrak for that.

Now, he stared down at her, unable to look away.

Dark hair…dark eyes…

He watched as she slowly fell asleep.

Even after everything, she hadn’t turned him away. She’d still wanted him close.

The fact made his hearts swell with hope.

If it had been a Vaen woman he’d failed to protect…he would have been cast from her presence.

But not Song. Song wanted him closer.

She didn’t know it, but she’d given him the greatest gift by asking him to hold her.

It was a second chance.

And as he held her, watching her sleep, he knew that whatever had stirred inside him as a pure need to win her affection had turned into something else.

He cared for her. More than he’d cared for anyone else in his life.

As Song stirred, he heard a soft groan from her throat.

She was waking.

Closing his eyes, he willed her back to sleep. He wasn’t ready for her to leave his arms just yet.

“I can move…” the disbelief in her voice came as a light whisper and the bedding shifted a little as she rose up on her elbows.

“Oh my God…I can move!” her voice was a little louder now and as the bedding shifted again, he had the distinct impression that she was looking at him.

“Kyris?”

Should he answer? Maybe not. He wanted her to go back to bed. If she was asleep then he could continue his shameless staring. He just wanted to look at her for a little bit more as he sorted his thoughts.

As she rested back down on the bedding, he felt her weight shift and her soft breath against his skin told him she was facing him.

“Kyris?” it was a whisper again. But he didn’t answer. Instead, he held his breath, waiting to see what she would do.

And then he felt it.

It was tentative at first but then he was sure of it. She was brushing his hair from his forehead. Her light touches sent tingles through his body and straight to his cock and it took every ounce of strength to not grasp her by the arm, pull her into him, and confess how much he wanted her.

Her other hand moved to trace the muscles on his chest and he could hear her breath rate increase.

His trousers stretched as his cock began to strain at the torture. If she kept on touching him like that, there was no way he was going to be able to keep on pretending to sleep.

If he didn’t end up pinning her down beneath him out of pure instinct, his cock would no doubt give him away and he willed his manhood to calm.

But before he could open his eyes, he felt her moving again.

As she slipped off the bedding, he opened his eyes enough to see as