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

“They have more technology here than you would think. Torians can’t resist favors. If a Torian helps you, usually they ask for high-tech favors in return,” he said as he threw what looked like small pellets into the bath.

As the pellets hit the water, they fizzed and produced a sweet smell.

“All ready.” Sohut smiled again but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He looked guarded…scared almost.

As he made to brush past her, she caught his shirt in her hand.

“Is everything all right?”

Sohut inhaled deeply and froze for a second. He wouldn’t face her.

“Sohut?” She didn’t know what to make of his sudden change in behavior. One moment he was saying he’d missed her and the next it was as if he couldn’t wait to escape her presence.

At the sound of his name, Sohut inhaled deeply before tilting his head to the ceiling and groaning.

His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her against him.

“Clee-yo,” he said, dipping his forehead to hers.

“Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

Sohut breathed hard before he answered. “Everything is okay.”

She tried to see his eyes to garner what he was thinking but he held her head steady between his hands so she couldn’t move it.

“I’m not joking when I said I missed you, Clee-yo,” he murmured. “I would take you right here, right now, if I didn’t know you were exhausted.”

Part of her wanted to argue with him about that but he was right, she was extremely tired.

“Then why are you leaving?” The whisper came from her lips before she could stop herself.

Sohut groaned and his hands slipped under her dress again. This time, he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he lifted the ragged hem of her clothing and brought the entire thing over her head.

The garment was deposited somewhere on the floor as he took her in.

Even in the warm, dim glow of the firefly-lantern, she could see the obsession in his eyes.

It melted something within her, made her a little anxious…but most of all, there was anticipation.

“You should—” his voice came out much deeper, hoarser than usual, and he cleared his throat “—you should go in the bath before the water gets cold.”

He was right.

Taking a step toward the bath, she asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

There was silence and when she glanced back at him, her breath caught in her throat.

His eyes had bled to black, his pupils completely dilated as he watched her.

Swallowing hard, she stepped into the bath as she watched him and he followed her every movement.

“So…are you?”

Sohut blinked. “Am I what?”

“Are you going to join me?”

He blinked again before moving into action.

His clothes came off easily and he followed her, sinking into the pool just as the warm water covered her body to her shoulders.

Cleo watched him, her eyes glued to his.

“You know…your eyes, when they go like that, it’s a bit startling.”

Sohut blinked again. “Go like how?”

“All black.”

Cleo watched his throat move as he studied her, and for the first time, it dawned on her that he was really a hunter.

The way he looked right now, feral and hyperaware…it should scare her, but it didn’t.

“Does it scare you?”

Cleo smiled but kept his gaze. “No.”

“Good.”

Without warning he was crouching over her and Cleo let out a yelp of surprise.

His arms found her legs under the water as he held them apart, enough for him to settle between them.

“Clee-yo,” he groaned, before he captured her lips.

His kiss was insistent. It was the type that would probably leave a bruise.

The type that pushed her head back as he demanded her lips.

Between them, she could feel his hardness pressing against her cunt.

He was gyrating his hips, causing his dick to rub against her clit, and that made her cling to him.

Water sloshed over the side of the bath, as he ground against her, and when one of his hands cupped her breasts, she cried out against his mouth.

“Clee-yo,” Sohut broke the kiss and his hot breath brushed against her ear.

His cock was insistent against her clit, those cords that ringed his dick moving over her softness as he drove himself between her inner lips.

“Clee-yo,” Sohut groaned her name again before her took her earlobe into his mouth.

She was so close she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to hold off before he entered her.

“Sohut—”

“I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you come right now, like this.”

His free hand gripped her ass and pulled her harder against him.

“Do you know why, Clee-yo?”

She barely had the conscious thought to answer him, but she didn’t need to.

“Because you’re mine, Clee-yo,” he growled into her ear. “Mine.”

Her orgasm crashed through her like a wrecking ball to a wall and Cleo screamed against Sohut’s skin.

“Mine,” he whispered.

And as the quakes of her orgasm made her shudder, the word lingered in her mind.

Mine.

How could she ever leave this jungle and think otherwise?

She didn’t know when or how it’d happened but somewhere along the way, everything had changed.

Because he was right.

She was his.

24

The days seemed to bleed into each other. So much so that she wasn’t aware how much time had passed since they’d entered the Torian camp. All she was aware of was that time was passing.

After that first night in the Torian camp, one of the lookouts had notified Sohut that they’d seen some Tasqal guards on the outskirts of the jungle.

It had caused quite a stir in the camp and because of that Sohut had thought it was best they stayed put for a while.

And so they had.

It wasn’t a bad idea. Life in the camp was refreshing.

The Torians woke early and went to bed late but most days were spent singing and dancing at the center of the camp.

When they weren’t dragging her towards huts to do crafts, they were meditating in the sun. Sometimes they even did a strange form of stretching that resembled yoga…only they were alarmed at her trying to do it with her lack of limbs.

It was like living in an ethnic