Ka'Cit's Haven: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 3) by A.G. Wilde (best novels for students .TXT) 📕

He was still looking at her strangely.

“Isn’t that why…why you don’t want to…”

For a few moments, he said nothing, and then his head bowed. “You think I’m afraid of seeding you with my kin.” He said it as if it was a realization to him and his voice was so low, she had to strain to hear.

“Well…” She didn’t really know what to say. “Isn’t that why?”

“No.” His voice was hoarse and when his gaze met hers once more, the sadness in his gaze was so palpable, it was shocking.

“You got this coil because you do not want chids?”

Nia shook her head.

This wasn’t the type of conversation she’d been expecting to have at the moment.

“No. I want kids, in the future some time. Just not right now.”

She saw something die in his eyes even as he licked his lips. It was as if he was fighting a mental battle before her.

Her taste was still in his mouth, she was sure, but he was trying to fight his own need. It was evident when his cock jerked in his pants again.

He gave her a smile that held more sorrow than anything else.

“I should go…calm down.”

He grunted and moved.

Slipping off the other side of the bed, he grabbed his mask and was heading toward the door before she could protest.

She watched him go, not able to say a word as hurt, rejection, and embarrassment filled her.

As the door opened and he stepped out, Nia readjusted her cloak to cover herself.

She pulled her knees to her chest as he turned and looked back at her.

The look in his eyes was one she couldn’t read but he held her gaze for a few moments before the door closed and he was gone, leaving her wondering, what the hell had just happened.

27

Ka’Cit leaned against the wall outside the door.

He was a phekking fool.

He’d almost gone too far, further than would have been wise.

If he’d allowed himself to, he’d have seated himself within her and Raxu knew, if he’d done that he wouldn’t be able to let her go.

As he made his way back down to the lounge, he adjusted his mask and steeled himself.

He had to put some distance between them.

He had two more days on this station with her and he’d already gone too far. What the phek was he going to do now?

The doors to the lounge opened and silence filled the room as before.

Ka’Cit ignored them as he made his way to the bar.

The bartender looked less nervous this time.

“Is something wrong with the room, Crusher?”

Phek, he hated that name.

He really did.

The bartender must have seen the look in his eyes because he paled a little.

They’d disposed of the bodies of the Hordreks already, he noticed.

“Give me one of those.” Ka’Cit pointed a finger at one of the drinks on display.

It was a yellow one, and he had no idea what it was.

He didn’t care.

He wasn’t going to drink it anyway.

Not that he wanted to.

He still had the taste of her in his mouth…could still hear her cries as he’d pleasured her…

Phek.

His cock throbbed in his trousers, straining against the material and it was almost painful to endure.

He was in a bad state.

And the look that she’d given him when he’d left…

She was hurt.

He’d hurt her.

That had been the last thing he’d intended to do.

He released a breath, aware that conversation was starting to pick up in the lounge once more.

What had he done?

It’s not that he hadn’t known what she’d wanted, it’s not that he hadn’t wanted to do it either…it’s just that he couldn’t.

Despite that she’d protected herself against having children, that hadn’t been his concern.

For he knew…if he’d taken her, if he’d given in to her sweetness, he knew for a fact that saying goodbye in the end would most definitely rip him from the inside out.

He wasn’t meant to have a mate.

He was meant to be a Lone.

It was fated.

Raxu had ordained it from the moment he had been seeded inside his mother.

So why…

Why would the gods tempt him now…?

Why make him yearn for something he could never have?

And now that he’d done the unspeakable and tasted her…

PHEK!

He slammed a fist into the counter and the chatter behind him stopped suddenly.

Ka’Cit growled underneath his breath.

He couldn’t go back up to the room. Not until he’d cooled down.

Not until he was in control.

It had been hours at least, she was sure.

After the first few minutes of staring dumbfounded at the exit, she’d finally moved back to the floor to finish her meal.

That had taken some time.

Even though Ka’Cit had cut the meat into even smaller pieces, she’d still had a hard time getting them down.

It tasted good though, so the feat wasn’t a hard one to endure.

When she was done, she’d hopped back on the bed and begun to braid her hair.

She’d left it out for too long and the shower had shrunken the strands. Some of them were knotted so she had to take her time and finger-comb them out.

It had taken forever but it had stopped her from going insane just waiting.

Now, her eyes blinked open but she didn’t move.

She’d fallen asleep after doing her hair, it seemed.

Movement caught her still-sleepy gaze and she focused on it.

She wasn’t alone anymore and her heart thumped in her chest when she realized he’d returned.

There, across from her and behind the transparent barrier of the shower room, Ka’Cit was washing himself.

His back was turned to her and the water sluiced through his hair and down his body in long rivulets.

Her gaze followed the stream of fluid before it landed on his taut ass. His tail hung low, flicking lazily and the thought that she should look away came into her head.

But she remained frozen, unable to stop looking at his perfection.

He was even more well-built than she’d realized.

As he washed himself, the muscles in his back flexed, catching her attention.

It was like he was carved by a master sculptor and she couldn’t pull her eyes