Kyris: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 4) A.G. Wilde (readict txt) 📖

a round disk of some kind, the fire sticks, and the first-aid kit—into the sack.

Throwing the sack over his shoulder, he looked back at her.

There was worry in his eyes.

“We have to go.”

Fine with her. The ground beneath the cave was beginning to shake and with eyes as wide as ping-pong balls, all she could do was stare in terror.

“What’s happening?” She could hear her voice trembling even as she followed behind him. He was kicking bodies of the creatures out of the way and as she exited the cave to stand beside him, her hand flew to cover her mouth.

She knew he’d been fighting many but dear God…outside the cave was a massacre.

There was purple blood everywhere, dyeing the sand to a strange hue. And in the midst of that were bodies. Dark scaly bodies, dismembered and strewn all over the place. Even as she stared at one it seemed to jerk as whatever life was still in it left the host.

“Oh my God,” she breathed.

“We have to get moving. There will be more of them soon.” Kyris glanced at her then back into the cave. The ground was still shaking in there as if something was going to come up through it and she didn’t want to wait and see if she was right.

Why were they attacking? The desert had been so silent the night before, she hadn’t even thought it supported life.

Glancing up at Kyris, she wiped the purple fluid still running down her face and looked in the direction he was looking.

“We must head to the outpost. You will be safe there.”

Her?

She knew she didn’t have fighting skills like him. Sure, he could defend himself but the things didn’t seem partial to who they were attacking.

She nodded regardless, only glancing back once as they headed off.

As long as she was far away from those things, she’d be happy.

The nesters.

They had smelled her.

It was imperative that they didn’t stay in one place too long. Otherwise, they would find them again.

They’d been walking for about half an hour now and, glancing behind him, he could see that she was relaxing more and more, obviously thinking the danger was behind them.

It wasn’t.

The nesters would find them again.

No matter where they went, the nesters would come.

They were tracking her and right now she was like a beacon to them, because they were only attracted to one thing: blood.

Mouth set into a firm line, he pushed forward.

He should fly them there. That would get them to the outpost quicker but he wasn’t sure he could make it with his wing injured.

Bad. Qrakking. Luck.

The Mukkians at every outpost installed a specific herb along the perimeter of the outpost that kept the nesters at bay. It was the only place he knew she’d be safe from them.

If he couldn’t fly them there, they’d just have to trek it and hope they got to their destination safely.

No. They would get there safely. He’d make sure of it.

As they walked, he could hear her mumbling to herself behind him and he almost stopped to ask what she was talking about. But he soon realized she was singing again. That same sad song she’d sung on the Isclit ship. Something about going back to her parents’ house.

Once more, the thought of her leaving made him feel…hopeless.

A whiff of something in the air caught his attention and he lifted his head to the heavens.

“Rain,” he muttered.

“Huh?” She wasn’t far behind him and caught up to him in just a second.

“Rain.”

She looked up then, her brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed slightly as she surveyed the sky.

“Are you sure?” She turned, her head still turned up. “I don’t see rainclouds.”

But just as she said that, a fat raindrop fell right on her nose.

The little yelp that escaped her lips made a smile tug at his.

“What the—” She touched her nose.

He pulled her into his arms then, folding his wings about them as the first of the raindrops began to fall.

Another little yelp escaped her as he pulled her into him.

“I will cover you. Keep you dry.” The rain was coming harder now, hitting his neck and running down his back.

Small streams of water ran down between them.

“When you said rain,” she glanced up at him, “I didn’t expect it to start falling so fast.”

“Muk is…unpredictable.”

She nodded and paused, glancing up at him before averting her gaze. It was as if she was almost afraid to look at him.

Curious.

As the rain began to fall harder, he had no choice but to close his wings some more, forcing her up against his body.

He could feel her breathe as her chest rose and fell against his. And he could feel something else.

Those soft mounds on her chest. They were rising and falling too.

The realization only caused a familiar ache in his groin.

They stood that way for a bit in silence before she stiffened.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” He didn’t hear anything. He’d been too focused on keeping his cock soft and his heart rates stable. “You heard something?”

But the next hiss was unmistakable.

A nester was near.

Qrak.

“Song?” He was about to tell her they were going to have to make a run for it but she was already easing off him, her eyes big and round in her face.

“Should we run?”

She must have seen the answer in his eyes because she nodded.

Yes. That was exactly what they had to do.

17

Running in wet, loose sand was difficult but there was no choice. As the heavy rainfall beat down on them, Song ran behind Kyris and tried to keep up.

She knew he wasn’t going as fast as he could have because his legs were much longer than hers and she was still managing to keep pace with him.

She couldn’t believe those things, the nesters or whatever he’d called them, were still after them.

They were like demon-possessed. They weren’t giving up.

They were running for so long, it felt as if her legs were going to give out soon and as she panted