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

into his chest and she felt as he inhaled deeply once more.

“A hug…” He paused. “What does it mean?”

Song smiled again. It felt so good to hear him speak.

“It means I missed you. It means I’m glad you’re back.”

As she looked up at him, she realized he was looking down at her with a gaze that held so many things: hope, anxiety, happiness, and one more thing…one she could pinpoint with certainty…lust.

“I want you, too, Kyris.” She looked him deep in the eyes, not breaking her gaze. For the first time in her life, she felt brave. Because for the first time in her life, she was absolutely positive in what she wanted. “I want you to be mine. I choose you.”

Kyris blinked, his eyes widening slightly, but before he could respond, Song held him by the hand and led him down the corridor to her private quarters.

He was silent as she led him down the corridor, but she was sure he had many unanswered questions.

Those she could always answer later, but right now, there were more pressing things to attend to.

As she opened the door to the quarters and stepped in, she paused as the room illuminated.

The room was large and luxurious. There was a poofy raised platform with soft bedding for sleeping and off to one side was a round tub, large enough for at least five people to fit in.

“This is ours.” She stopped by the doorway and smiled.

“Ours?”

The slight surprise in his tone made her look back at him, a blush feathering her cheeks immediately.

“Yes.”

“You wish for me to share your quarters with you?”

“Yes.”

A quiver ran through his wings and his gaze was slowly getting that predatory look she’d seen him have so many times before.

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes.”

“In here. With you.”

The intensity in his eyes was growing and it was making her breathless.

“Yes.”

“Alone.” He let the word hang in the air between them.

Damn, his gaze. She felt like a bunny or some other soft animal in the scope of a large predator, but instead of fear all she could feel was anticipation.

She could almost feel her mouth starting to water.

“Yes.” The word was hardly out of her mouth before he stepped through the doorway and into the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

He was so close to her that there wasn’t even air between them.

“Song…before…you said…”

“I said I choose you.” The heat between them was building and yet she couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move.

“Kyro told me…about the mating rituals of your people. Kyris. I want you, too. I want you to take me. I want you to—”

She didn’t need to say more because all of a sudden, she was in his arms, her head falling back as his mouth claimed hers.

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This kiss was different from the others. This time he wasn’t holding back. Couldn’t.

His self-control had been pushed to its limit.

She tasted so good. Sweet, like the zenoju fruit that she loved so much.

As she opened her mouth to him, Kyris couldn’t stop the primal growl that erupted within him.

He needed to have her. Needed to have her now.

He could wait no more.

Lifting her off her feet, her legs wrapped around his waist as she locked her arms around his neck.

Song.

She was his. This beautiful flower.

As he released his trousers and they fell to the floor, he stepped out of them as he gripped her to him.

Rock hard, his cock bobbed tall and strong to brush against the curve of her buttocks.

Regardless that she was still clothed, the slight brush caused him to growl again and his wings extended behind him. Gripping the curve of her ass, he pulled her harder against him.

He heard her gasp and, when he looked at her, the look in her eyes almost sent him over the edge.

She was looking at him as if she was surrendering herself to him, as if she wanted him to take her just as much as he wanted to. But there was something else in her gaze, too...something that looked a lot like fear.

“Kyris,” she whispered, his name like a sigh on her lips.

“Song?”

“Go slow, okay?”

As if it had a mind of its own, his cock bobbed against her ass again.

Was that what was causing the fear in her eyes? Fear because this was her first time?

The thought that she hadn’t given herself to anyone before, that the honor to be her very first was being bestowed on him...she had no idea how it made him feel.

It only made his body ache more. Ache for her.

“Are you afraid?” He closed his eyes briefly. If he didn’t control himself he was going to take her on the floor and he didn’t want to do that. He needed to be slow. Gentle.

Dropping her dark gaze, she nodded slightly. “A little.”

The admission hit something deep in his hearts that felt like an ache. “It’s just me.”

Lifting her chin, he looked her deep in the eyes. “It’s just me.”

She visibly relaxed against him, tension in her shoulders seeming to seep away as her body became more pliant against his.

Despite that his body felt out of touch and despite that it felt as if he had been to hell and back, one thing was sure. He hadn’t forgotten how this felt—this coursing need to claim her and make her his.

That hadn’t changed.

It was there, burning through him even now.

Walking over to the raised bedding area, he set her down lightly, his breathing getting shallower as he looked at her from head to toe.

She was looking at him, too.

He watched as her eyes swept down his body, pausing as she ran her gaze down his midsection only to stop when she reached the V between his thighs.

He knew what she was seeing. There was no reason for him to look down himself.

His cock was there. Tall. Thick. And very, very hard.

It was bobbing to hit against his chest, her gaze only getting him more excited by the minute.

But he had to take it slow. He