Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3) A.G. Wilde (phonics story books TXT) 📖

eyes at him, she set the blaster back on the floor and settled on the bed once more.

He was walking into the room now, his foot kicking the door shut, and he headed straight to the bed to set the tray down.

Nia gulped.

There was so much food.

Not meat this time but a vast selection of fruits, it seemed, and even though she hadn’t felt hungry before, her belly was already beginning to growl again.

She was staring at the tray for so long that she didn’t realize he’d stripped off all his clothes and removed his mask till he was climbing on the bed.

Perfect blue skin greeted her and then she had something else to stare at.

Nia cleared her throat and tried not to ogle him, but it was hard when he was now sitting directly across from her, cross-legged and naked.

“Eat,” he said. “I wasn’t serious about not sharing with you. I could never do that.”

Nia smiled at him. “I don’t know where to start.”

Ka’Cit reached forward and took what looked like a grape between his fingers before stretching it toward her lips.

As it slipped into her mouth, so did the tip of his finger and her tongue flicked over his skin.

She watched in awe as his pupil dilated a little and his tail rose up behind him.

The fruit popped in her mouth on its own, making her pull back in surprise, her gaze falling to the fruit tray as she chewed.

“It tastes like…like…peppery papaya.”

She had to squeeze her eyes shut a little to swallow it down. It had a harsh taste but she could see herself getting used to it, maybe even like to it. A bit like those super-sour candies they used to sell at her school that tasted so sour, she had to squeeze her eyes shut while eating them, yet she’d go ahead and buy more the next day.

“Try this one.”

When she opened her eyes, there was already something being placed at her mouth.

This time, it was a green stalk that looked like celery, only a bit darker in color.

“Celery?” She took a bite and coughed. “Definitely not celery. That one tastes like peanut butter.”

“Is it bad?” He was staring at the stalk as if it personally offended him and Nia fought back a giggle, albeit unsuccessfully.

“No. The taste was just surprising…I like peanut butter. I miss it.”

“So good?”

A smile reached her lips as she nodded. “Good.”

His tail began waving in the air slowly.

“Try this.”

This next fruit was the size and color of a cranberry seed and his finger slipped all the way into her mouth to place it on her tongue.

She had no choice but to close her lips around his finger and what should have been an innocent move turned into a languorous suck on his digit.

The little seed burst in her mouth, spreading sweetness over her tongue, and another burst of sweetness spread through her body, culminating in her groin.

Ka’Cit held her gaze, his eyes dilating by the second, as his tail began moving a little faster behind him.

His finger was still in her mouth and the way he was looking at her was downright predatory.

“Ka’Cit?”

He didn’t answer, but as his finger slipped from her mouth, his cock jerked against his leg.

His nose twitched and apart from his tail, that was the only movement. He was suddenly so still that even the air around him seemed afraid to move.

She didn’t know why, but she felt like a mouse in front of something incredibly dangerous and she had one sudden urge: run.

He must have seen the look in her eyes because his shoulder muscles moved underneath his skin like they were tickled.

“Don’t,” he said. One word.

Behind him, his tail stopped the sort of wagging it was doing and was now waving in the air slowly.

Like a cat looking at a mouse.

Hunting.

And she was the mouse.

“Don’t.” This time, it sounded more like a warning and, despite that his words were something she should probably heed, her instincts were telling her to do the opposite.

Nia darted off the bed, sliding off the edge so fast, she barely saw his head snap in her direction.

She was on her feet by the time she heard the growl behind her and a squeal left her lips as she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her cloak, just missing her by mere centimeters.

She was too fast. He wasn’t going to catch her, and adrenaline pumped in her veins, fueled by pure delight, as she darted across the room.

When she turned around, he was on all fours on the bed in a weird sort of way.

He was on the balls of his feet and his fingers were pressing into the bedding—almost like how a sprinter positions themselves at the starting line.

Fuck.

The way he was looking at her should terrify her, but instead, all she could feel was excitement flooding through her veins.

As she inched along the wall, keeping her back to it and her eyes on him, Ka’Cit tracked her with unblinking dark eyes.

They’d bled completely black and his tail was stretched out straight behind him.

He looked like some kind of large cat, like a black leopard or something, and the playful danger surrounding him only made a thrill go through her.

Something was slamming hard against her chest and it took her a few moments to realize it was her heart. Her eyes were wide as she watched him, ready to leg it if she even saw the slight movement of a muscle.

Her back was still plastered against the wall for some kind of grounding as she took her eyes off him for a second, just to glance around the room.

It wasn’t the best place for a game of hide and seek.

There wasn’t anywhere to run but inside the shower.

Her gaze focused there before finding him again and she could see that he knew exactly what her plan was.

If she could only get there before he moved…

But if she ran…

She knew he was going to catch her.

She could feel