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

low voice, sinking a little in the water. “What’s not right with it?”

His cock throbbed, jerking a little.

“What’s that?” He’d heard her fine, but he wanted to hear her say it again.

“I said ‘I’ll come out so you can have a bath.’ Turn around.”

That made him want to chuckle.

Stepping forward, he slid into the pool in one smooth movement causing water to slosh over the edge and onto the surrounding rock.

Wide pale eyes stared at him in shock but she had nowhere to go. And, unlike the first time they’d been in the pool together, this time was different.

This time it felt as if the pool had shrunk by epic proportions. There was hardly any room.

“I should get out. The pool is too small.” She wasn’t looking at him now and her tiny hands gripped the edge of the pool as if she was ready to hoist herself out.

“Stay. There’s not another one of these pools until we get to the Torian camp. Enjoy it.”

She muttered something underneath her breath before the color in her cheeks grew warm again and he felt his lips twitch into a smile.

He didn’t need to know what she’d just said; whatever it was, it must have been delicious.

Dipping his head underneath the water, he let the fluid flow through his hair and gave it a wash. The knot he’d put the tendrils in on top of his head came loose as he did and when he resurfaced his hair hung over his shoulders and down his back.

Pale eyes were staring at him again and she muttered something else underneath her breath, squeezing her eyes and shaking her head.

“What is it, Clee-yo?”

She glanced at him. “When did I stop being Cluu to you?”

To be honest, she’d never been Cluu. He’d just been saying it to spite her.

“I don’t know,” he said instead, his eyes taking her in.

Such a pale, beautiful creature.

How could he have even thought she was a feral thing the first time he’d seen her?

“Sohut?” She gulped and he realized he’d treaded the water in the little space between them. He was now so close she was face-to-face with him.

His gaze fell to her lips, and he watched them quiver a little.

When their eyes met again, there was only one thing to do.

The touch of her lips against his sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

How? How had he lived all his life without experiencing something like this?

Whoever invented mouth phekking in her culture was an icon that should be celebrated.

Clee-yo groaned into him, her arms moving to circle his neck as their bodies pressed together and he suddenly knew for a fact there was no way he was in the position to let her out of his presence. Not now…or ever again.

Clee-yo,” he moaned her name as they broke for air. Hands circling her hips he lifted her in the water so she was straddling him.

The mounds on her chest popped free of the water to press against him and a groan rumbled in his chest.

She was so soft all over.

Feeling her like this against him.

He couldn’t let her go.

And maybe she was feeling the same?

As his chest heaved, he searched her eyes.

It was suddenly important to him, that one question.

And though he didn’t ask it, he knew he needed her to feel the same.

“Sohut,” his name was almost a whimper on her lips and he realized her chest was heaving just as much as his was.

For a few moments, she said nothing. She just looked at him and if time stood still, he’d be lost in those pale eyes of hers.

He could hardly breathe but he could feel.

He could feel every bit of her body against him and he didn’t want this moment to end.

“I need you to do something for me,” she said.

“Anything.”

“Fuck me.”

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He took them from the water and she didn’t even know how he managed to do it with one hand for his other hand held her firmly in place against him.

“Clee-yo,” he breathed, his green eyes holding hers with such intensity that every nerve ending within her felt charged with electricity.

Every movement, every touch of his body against hers as he walked across the clearing, sent tingles straight down to her toes.

He came to a stop and set her down gently against some vines on the ground.

There was a set of thick hanging vines that cascaded down the edge of the clearing and he moved to those.

With strong hands, his muscles bunched as he pulled them upward and set them horizontally and she realized he was making a place for them to rest.

A place for them to rest…

For she’d just asked him to fuck her!

Out loud!

She’d said it out loud.

Her gray eyes nictated as she took a deep breath, her gaze moving down his midsection straight to his crotch as he worked.

He was still hard.

So damn hard and just the sight of him had her clenching her thighs.

When he turned around and caught her staring, she couldn’t look away, her cheeks burning red.

Fuck.

This wasn’t a big deal.

It was just sex.

But when Sohut moved over to her, crouched over her and caught her mouth in a kiss once more, she found herself moaning and melting against him.

This wasn’t just sex.

This was going to be so much more.

She felt gravity shift as she was lifted and she didn’t care to look where he was taking her. All she could feel were his deeply sensual lips as his tongue pushed into her mouth to rub against hers.

As he set her down on the bedding of soft leaves and vines he’d prepared, Sohut crouched over her, his mouth still joined with hers.

One hand was on the smooth curve of her hips, the other pressed down in the leaves by her head.

“Sohut,” she breathed, her hand moving up to rake through his hair, cradling his head as their kiss deepened.

He groaned as he left her lips to run his tongue down her neck, sucking on her skin in