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

fluid ran from her eyes down her cheeks, she’d sung. A sad song. He could tell. He didn’t need to know what the words meant to understand the melody.

It had taken time, but she had finally begun to trust him, resting against his chest in the nights as she was doing now.

It had been platonic—at least, he’d thought it was. Ignoring the feeling had been much easier then. So he’d held her. He’d held her close just as he was holding her now.

She trusted him. That he knew. And he cherished that trust.

It meant he needed to figure out what was happening to him because, just like the escape pod falling toward Muk, the pace at which it was developing was out of control.

Never mind that it should be impossible.

Such feelings only manifested in Vaens when they joined together as one…and she wasn’t his mate.

She was his…

She was his charge.

And that meant his protection should only apply on that level. Not the searing, possessive fire that was starting to grow within him.

5

Hopping out of the escape pod with Song nestled in his arms, Kyris raised his head to survey the sky. Something was brewing. A sandstorm perhaps. But there was a slight breeze and that was good.

It would give him some lift and he could glide more easily over the sand without expending much effort or aggravating that pain in his shoulder.

Unfurling his wings, he stretched them for a second as he let the breeze brush over them. It was a warm breeze—one that was not comforting in the least. But he knew that would change as soon as the twin suns left the sky.

Then it would be cold and near freezing.

Glancing at the human, he was happy to see her eyes closed as she squeezed them shut tight.

He was almost afraid that she could hear his internal monologue.

Stretching, the thin upper layer of the sand surrounding them blew to the side with the sudden gust his wings created.

With another strong flap, he thrust them into the air, holding her close as they went airborne.

He’d always felt good in the air. It was where he belonged.

Back on Vaenus, his family lived high above the low-level clouds in an ensa tree. Diving from that tree as a boy coming of age had been one of his favorite past times.

Now, as he went higher into the cloudless sky, he felt Song grip his arm and his gaze fell to her face once more.

Dark hair…dark eyes…

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, as if she was too scared to open them.

She was frightened?

Well, his little human had no wings. She could not fly.

He could understand how it might be frightening.

He was sure she could love it, though, if given the chance.

Who wouldn’t?

In the sky, the ground far beneath him, he was free.

He couldn’t imagine life without his wings. Losing them would rip away one of his greatest joys in life: flying.

As he rose higher into the air, that thought stuck with him.

The only wingless Vaens he’d heard of were the ones who lived Below.

Those who had done such heinous acts they had brought shame to themselves and Vaen society.

Most of them had lost their wings as the ultimate punishment for their deviance.

Losing one’s wings was not taken lightly.

As he flapped his own wings now, rising higher, he could see what looked like the rock formations he’d spotted before.

They were his best bet for shelter.

He could find something suitable and inconspicuous for them to rest in.

Below, his shadow crossed over the desert with speed as he headed in the direction of the rock formations. If he was lucky, he could find a crevice large enough to set up base till Song was feeling better.

As he neared the first formation, he eyed it from above, circling it once before moving on.

The formations were remnants of large mountains of rock that were worn down by the planet’s incessant wind, turning the rock to sand over millennia. It meant the rock was carved into various shapes but it also meant that finding a spot suitable for a camp was a bit difficult.

There were many rocks but most were worn thin over the years, with gaping holes and arches.

As he flew over more of the formations, Kyris frowned.

He’d seen quite a few that could have worked but there was a need inside of him to find the best one. If it had been him alone, he’d have settled already.

But he wasn’t alone. He was with her. And whatever was warming him from the inside demanded that he find something suitable enough for her.

Circling the closest rock formation, wings splayed as he slowed down to eye it from above, Kyris’ frown deepened. This one wasn’t suitable either.

It was going to take him a while to find something and the wind was picking up around them.

That wasn’t a good sign, but another glance at the human settled against him set his mouth into a hard line.

She trusted him.

Even now, when it was just him and her alone. She trusted him.

And that meant he was going to find somewhere suitable for her to rest. He must be going mad because he was going to do it even if it meant flying around searching for one all night.

They were airborne.

Even with her eyes shut tight, it was hard to block that out, because she could feel what she couldn’t see. Every time he swooped or circled something, she felt her insides do a somersault and she was trying really, really hard not to grip onto his very naked and very hard chest for dear life.

This alien guy, this alien who’d shown her nothing but kindness since the first day she’d met him, he was carrying her as if she weighed as much as a two year old, and she whispered silent prayers that he wouldn’t let her fall from his arms.

It wasn’t the first time he’d flown with her, though, so it hadn’t been startling as the first instance. Still,