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

aware that his tail had moved to wrap around her leg and the feel of it, the fact he was so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, made something ignite within her.

She would scream in delight, but she wasn’t sure she had the energy to. There was something building inside her, something big and it was pulling all her energy to her core.

Sohut’s lips left hers and he let out an animalistic growl that made her feel wild. And there was nothing wilder than this.

Eyes so low she could hardly see through her lashes, Cleo let her head fall back, baring her neck to him.

Sohut growled again before pushing so deep within her that she felt his balls against the curve of her ass.

Without warning, his head descended, his fangs baring as he buried them into her neck.

There was no pain, just sweet, sweet unexpected pleasure and Cleo called out his name as another orgasm rocked through her.

As her channel convulsed with the pressure of her orgasm, she felt him stiffen and his cock jerk within her, releasing streams of his spend deep inside her.

It took more than a few moments for her vision to clear and for the trembling to slow down enough for her to look at him.

There was a red streak running down his lips and she realized it had to be one thing.

Her blood.

She watched, mesmerized, as his tongue darted out to lick the blood away slowly.

Another shiver ran through her.

Sohut was watching her, his green gaze taking on a guarded, pained look.

“I’m sorry,” he said, when their breaths calmed enough for them to speak. “I’m so sorry, Clee-yo.” The pained look increased. “I…I lost control.”

It took her a few moments to realize his gaze was locked on the spot on her neck where he’d bit her.

Releasing his shoulder, she touched the spot and looked at her fingers.

There was no blood, but there was a slight ache.

“I hurt you.” He began to pull away and she tightened her legs around him.

Green, confused eyes met hers as she pulled his head towards hers, taking his lips with her own.

As their kiss deepened, she let out a groan and Sohut stiffened against her.

He broke their kiss, searching her gaze.

“I hurt you.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread her lips.

“Not nearly enough,” she whispered.

Confusion still flooded his gaze.

“Clee-yo? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Cleo swallowed, “I want you to hurt me some more.”

Later, of course, after they got going, she thought, rocking her hips against him in a playful gesture.

Sohut’s pupils dilated so quickly, his eyes almost looked completely black. At the same time, she felt him growing hard within her once more.

Her mouth fell open as the sensation overtook her.

“You’re ready already?”

Sohut smiled and pressed her back into the vines below them.

“I think I’ll always be ready, as long as you will have me.”

With that, he captured her lips once more as he pulled out till his tip had almost exited her slick channel, only to drive home again.

20

After another two love sessions, Sohut had finally looked up at the sky, lamenting that the day was moving too quickly.

In other words, he wanted to make love some more.

His eagerness surprised her and planted a stupid smile on her face the entire time they waited for their clothes to dry and made plans to leave.

They would trek through the jungle, keeping to the parts with the thickest vegetation so they remained hidden.

He’d found some special leaves that he’d mashed into a poultice and rubbed over both their bodies to disguise their scents and had checked that all his gadgets he’d found after he’d fallen off the mountain were still there.

There was a little rectangular box in his satchel that he held for a few moments, his eyes moving to her with a look she couldn’t read but before she could ask about it, he’d turned his nose to the air and sniffed.

The little bumps along his nose scrunched up as a look of disgust passed over his face.

“Phekking stinky rhag,” he muttered.

“Rag?” she repeated and, just then, Wawa appeared at the edge of the clearing.

His eyes bled black as he looked at Sohut before he looked in her direction and they turned back to brown.

Taking a wide circle around Sohut, Wawa walked over to her.

“Rag? I thought you said he was a slizz.” Cleo chuckled as Wawa hopped up on her shoulder and gave Sohut a stink eye.

“A rhag is a…” Sohut cast his eyes to the canopy as if he was thinking, “…a coddled chid.”

“Chid?”

“Offspring.”

Cleo chuckled. “A spoilt child? Wawa?”

Sohut turned his eyes on her and nodded in earnest. “A stinky rhag.”

A brat.

He was calling Wawa a stinky brat.

She would argue with him if Wawa wasn’t still giving him a stink eye at the moment while rubbing his head against her neck.

“Ready?” Sohut asked, glancing around the clearing.

Taking a deep breath, Cleo looked around the clearing for one last time.

There was still some anxiety there about the fact she was leaving.

“Ready,” she said.

The walk through the jungle was much harder than she’d thought it was going to be.

Even with a full belly and the fact it wasn’t dark yet, it went painfully slowly.

—or, maybe her legs were still weak from all the lovemaking earlier.

Staring into Sohut’s back now, Cleo’s cheeks grew warm at the thought.

The silly smile still hadn’t left her face and whenever he turned around to check on her, she realized his eyes were twinkling and there was a silly smile on his face too.

The only person not smiling was Wawa.

Every now and again, he’d hop off her shoulder to disappear into the jungle’s depths and she’d worry, much to Sohut’s incredulity.

“That…thing could kill me, you, and every other beast in this jungle,” he muttered for probably the fifth time, as he hopped over a fallen tree and stretched out his hand to help her over.

“For some reason, it likes you…” He paused. “Though, I can see why.”

Cleo’s eyes met