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

situations she’d ever faced in her life.

Blinking up into the darkness, she had the distinct feeling she’d been asleep for quite a few hours.

The stress of the last few days seemed to have caught up with her.

Groaning, she glanced over to where Wawa usually slept.

Even in the dark, she knew he wasn’t there.

That brought back the fact that all was not right in the world.

She’d just witnessed a death.

The horror of it came back to her and she sat upright immediately.

As she stared into the darkness though, a chill ran down her spine, causing her to stiffen.

It was pitch black in the cave because she’d never made a fire but even with the lack of light, she had the distinct feeling she wasn’t alone.

The air—the darkness—felt thick.

Swallowing hard, her wide eyes searched the dark cave but picked up nothing.

Maybe she was just imagining things?

“Wawa?” She dared to whisper. IT HAD TO BE WAWA.

There was no sound.

Nothing moved, not even the air. Cleo’s shoulders sagged a little.

It was the stress of everything she’d been through.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she flopped back against the bed.

For a few seconds, she kept her eyes shut, a sob lodging in her throat.

He’d seemed like a good guy, the blue alien. He’d been the kindest alien she’d met since she’d been taken away.

To see his life be snuffed out right in front of her was…traumatizing.

Sniffing, she swallowed hard and that’s when she felt it. A slight shift in the air against her skin. And when she opened her eyes, a gasp caught in her throat.

The blue alien.

He was in her cave.

Even in the darkness, she knew it was him.

Corrosive green eyes glared down at her, shining in the darkness almost like a cat’s would.

He was so close. So close she could smell him.

It was a mix of the smell of metallic soil and wet vegetation.

Her eyes widened in their sockets as she froze.

It was like seeing a ghost.

As her lungs remembered to operate and her breaths came hurrying in and out of her chest, the alien held her gaze and she was vaguely aware of him launching himself on top of her, his two arms enclosing her on each side.

“You’re—” she began, but her words were cut off as the alien roared—and, it was quite literally a roar—in her face.

Fangs.

He had fangs.

How the fuck had she not noticed that before?!

He had fangs. Sharp, sharp fangs that glistened even in the darkness.

And this very angry fanged male was right above her, ready to rip her apart.

Why?

Why was he acting so…differently?

“You,” he snarled and Cleo swallowed hard.

Something had definitely changed inside him. Maybe she was seeing a ghost.

Even after he’d caught her in those first few moments, she hadn’t experienced this ferocity from him.

Frantic, she tried getting from within the cage he’d made with his body but she couldn’t even move from underneath him.

There was nowhere to run.

“H-how? How did you survive?”

Something sharp ran against her cheek and her eyes widened even more when she realized it wasn’t a knife but one of his fingers.

He had claws.

Sharp claws; it felt as if, should he put any pressure on his finger, her skin would break and she would bleed.

“You,” he repeated, his voice so deep and threatening she could feel the fear settle deep into her bones. “You cut the vine.”

Cleo swallowed hard, fear vibrating within her before his words connected in her mind.

“What? No! I didn’t cut the vine.”

“You did.” He said it so calmly, the fact his fangs were still right above her almost seemed out of place.

Wait.

Cleo blinked.

He could understand her?

He could understand her!

“I saw you there with your blade,” he came closer, moving his head to the side so he was speaking directly into her ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. “You cut it.” His warm breath brushed over her skin as he continued. “And now, I’m very, very angry.”

He leaned in then and Cleo stiffened, her hands flattening against his chest as she tried to push him away.

“I didn’t cut the vine. It snapped!”

“I might have to punish you.”

Cleo gulped.

She couldn’t imagine what he had in mind.

All she knew was that he wasn’t in his right mind because he didn’t seem to be listening to her.

He was running his nose against her neck and she didn’t dare to move, lest he bury his fangs into her skin.

But he didn’t bite her. Instead, he buried his nose even deeper into her neck and did the strangest thing.

He inhaled so deeply, it was like he was trying to pull her skin up through his nose.

“Phek,” she heard him mutter.

His hands moved down to grip her by the hips as he inhaled again, this time his mouth opening to the point she felt his fangs as he pulled them across the delicate flesh on her neck.

Something deep in her caused her core to throb.

Something deep, meaning that whore called Libido who didn’t realize this was the worst moment to be turned on.

The alien nibbled her neck. Nibbled it! And a deep groan rumbled through his chest.

If this was his idea of punishment, despite that she did nothing wrong, she may…like it?

As the alien held her waist tighter, he nibbled her neck again before running his fangs to the center of her throat and instead of filling her with terror, her nonexistent panties were getting wet.

She felt it then, the first throb of his response, and Cleo blinked.

That hard thing nestled against her wasn’t his frickin’ leg.

“Umm…” She began and the alien froze.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, his green eyes shining in the darkness.

As if realizing what he was doing or what he’d almost done, he rolled off her suddenly and Cleo was left staring at what she assumed was his back.

He was on the side where she’d placed her piece of trusty shrapnel and her gaze fell to the spot at just the thought of it.

“Don’t you even dare.”

How the hell did he know?

“I wasn’t…”

He turned and looked at her then, his