Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) A.G. Wilde (best way to read an ebook TXT) 📖

on. There were some thick vines there, and she took hold of one.

Jumping, the female hung onto the vine with both hands and began to shimmy upward as he looked at her in awe.

So that was how she made it up there.

Of course.

She was a few meters up when she looked down at him.

Right, he had to follow her.

As he did the same thing, hanging on to the vine, the weight of the both of them made the thing swing from side to side and Sohut realized, when he looked down, that they were hanging over the edge.

If the vine broke, they’d both go tumbling down, and he had no idea what was at the bottom of the cliff.

She did this every day?

Turning his gaze upward, his eyes widened as he blinked and looked away.

There was nothing underneath her flimsy covering.

Nothing but pale rounded buttocks.

Phek.

And now he was growing hard.

“…have to hurry.”

Caught up in his head, he hadn’t realized that as they shimmied upward to her den, the female had been muttering to herself.

“…feels like it’s going to break.”

What was going to break?

Frowning, he was tempted to look upward again but it was already hard trying to climb with his own cock impeding his hold on the only thing keeping you from falling to his death.

Still, risking a glance upward, he realized she was much quicker than he’d expected.

She was already on the landing above and she was crouching over the edge, looking down at him.

There was worry in her eyes

It made him pause and suddenly he was aware of his surroundings again.

Something glinted in the light and he realized it was the crude weapon she’d stabbed him with.

Sohut stiffened, his gaze moving to the vine.

Sure enough, where the vine connected with the rock was growing thin.

Phek.

His gaze flashed back to hers, not believing what he was seeing.

She’d cut the vine?

His body jerked as he dropped a little, some tendons of the vine breaking underneath his weight.

There was no way he was going to reach the top before the vine broke.

There was no other warning. With a snap, the vine lost tension completely.

Wide, pale eyes locked with his as he fell—horror filling her gaze.

He stared into those eyes till he couldn’t see them anymore.

Till he all he could feel was gravity pulling him down and the ground approaching fast.

Staring up at the cliff where he knew she was, his body went numb.

It brought back memories.

It wasn’t the first time a female had tried to get rid of him using excessive means.

His own mor had been the first to do so, selling him and his brother to the known enemy as a chid.

That hurt had been a surprise, coming from his mor, but even though Clee-yo had reason to do away with him, his life-organ still froze up and became solid at the fact that she’d actually carried through.

Numb.

So numb that when he hit the vegetation below, he felt nothing.

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Cleo stared over the cliff, leaning over as far as she could.

She didn’t dare to breathe, the horror of the situation too much to digest.

The drop down the mountain was a long one and she’d watched the alien free fall till he hit the undergrowth like a brick that landed smack into her stomach.

And all she could do was stare.

She’d always checked the vines’ integrity periodically and for the whole time she’d used them to climb up to the cave, she’d never worried about them snapping or tearing.

Staring at the part of vine that was left behind, her hand shuddered as she touched it.

She hadn’t expected his weight to have such a huge effect on the plants. Otherwise, she’d have probably tried to explain there was no way he could reach the cave.

As the horrific event replayed in her mind, she stayed at the cliff edge, her entire body shivering.

Shit.

He was probably dead.

A sick feeling filled her stomach.

She’d been so worried about taking him to her cave, worried about her future, worried about him turning on her that she should be happy now that he was potentially gone.

But happiness wasn’t what she was feeling.

He was probably ok, right? Cleo bit what was left of her fingernail and started on what was left of another one.

It was just like her to feel sorry for the one person who could put her back into a cage.

He’d said he was on her side, but she didn’t really know anything about him.

He could have been lying…

A sinking feeling entered her chest.

He was probably dead.

He was probably dead and that meant she was probably free—at least for now.

Even if he wasn’t dead, she reckoned it would take him three days or so to make it back to where she was.

If he wasn’t dead…

She kept her eyes peeled on the jungle below, searching for a sign of blue.

There was none.

She didn’t know how long she laid there, frantically searching for a sign the alien was alive, but the sun was high in the sky when she finally crept away from the cliff edge.

He was gone.

He was gone and now she was definitely alone.

Wawa was still missing and it felt like the world she knew was being turned upside down.

Plopping onto her bed, she took a deep breath.

She just watched a man die.

Fuck.

She’d been living in the jungle for a year but that didn’t mean she was wild. It didn’t mean she’d lost her humanity!

For a split second, she thought about taking the long trek around the mountain to get down to where he’d fallen, just to see if he was all right.

But that would mean putting herself in more danger.

She hadn’t heard more roars over the last few hours but that didn’t mean the dangerous animals weren’t out there.

And so she was stuck in limbo.

It was a worrisome place to be.

Cleo’s eyes fluttered open.

Anxiety and panic from the last few hours came rushing back to her and she took a few moments to breathe.

Shit.

This had to be one of the toughest of