Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2) by A.G. Wilde (ebook reader that looks like a book .txt) 📕

“A…a soulmate?”

His color became even darker. “Yes.”

“And you think I’m that…for you?” There was a note of hope in her voice that even she heard and when Sohut nodded she couldn’t help but pull him down against her as she settled back on the seat of the hover vehicle.

“I want you to be mine,” Sohut said. “I don’t want to be without you.”

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” Cleo whispered. “I don’t want to be without you either.”

Sohut’s head rose over hers, his green eyes piercing hers.

“You will have me?” he asked.

“Every day. Forever.”

A look of complete elation passed over his features before it was promptly replaced with something more animalistic, something more carnal.

“Wawa,” Sohut growled. “Leave us.”

To her surprise, Wawa listened, hopping from the hover car to dart into the long grass.

“What are you doing?!” Cleo giggled as Sohut lifted the robe up over her hips, pulling it higher till she had to stretch her arms to get out of it.

“Something I’m going to do every day, forever,” he said.

Cleo’s lips felt like little sweet buds that he wanted to devour.

As he took them between his own, he tried to slow down, tried to control the urge to pin her beneath him and bury himself deep inside her hard.

This was his gnora.

And no one was going to take her from him.

Protracting his claws, he used a finger to rip away the flimsy garment the Tasqals had dressed her in. He tore it away from her body, every thread of it, and threw it over the side of the vehicle.

He didn’t want to see her in it, to be reminded of what had almost happened, right before his eyes.

He’d almost lost his gnora. But he had her now and she was safe.

She was safe, and she was beneath him, whispering his name as her body called out to him.

Her teats brushed against his face as he ran his fangs over them and her breath hitched in her throat.

Sohut groaned.

He loved the way she responded to him.

He wanted to hear her cry his name while she was beneath him now, needed to hear her pant as he took her, branded her…claimed her.

Clee-yo’s neck arched as his tongue flicked over the tight little bud on her chest before he took the entire thing into his mouth.

Her small hands found his hair as she strung her fingers through the dark strands, pulling him harder into her and he indulged her.

His tongue flicked over her teat some more as his hand delved between her, seeking that warm spot between her legs.

His forefinger found the other tight little pleasure bud, the one between her thighs and she arched into him even more, her pale eyes rolling back into her head as she whispered his name.

“Sohut…”

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan.

He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her she said his name beautifully.

He wanted his name on her lips always, continually, forever. The way she said it was like a sweet caress that gave him images of pleasing her…giving her his all.

Just like he was doing now.

Licking her teat, he moved lower, his lips traveling over her pale skin down to the knot of nerves that gave her so much pleasure.

Burying his face between her legs, he inhaled deeply.

“Clee-yo,” he groaned.

It was the scent that had driven him crazy when he’d entered the Koznia Jungle. The same scent that had made his body react even before he’d encountered her.

Clee-yo smelled like heaven.

Opening his lips, he took her into his mouth and she cried out against him, her hips pressing upward and into him.

He licked and suckled on her, enjoying the noises she made as her arousal dampened her sex and her scent filled his nose.

His chin was wet with her juices but he wanted more, more of his Clee-yo. He wasn’t ever going to get enough.

As his tongue darted deep inside her, Clee-yo’s fingers dug into his scalp.

With a scream of his name that flew away on the wind, she reached her peak.

“Sohut,” she whimpered as he spun her around so she lay on her belly.

His cock was so hard, he was pretty sure it was the pure need to be buried inside his female that prevented him from coming already.

As he released his shaft, it sprung up eagerly, pressing into the delicious rump offered up to him.

Clee-yo whimpered again at the feel of his cock against her and the sound almost pushed him over the edge.

Holding her hips steady, he grit his teeth as he surged forward.

Her tightness welcomed him. It squeezed him tight as her juices coated his shaft.

His thrusts were hard, deep, as he moved in and out of her.

“You’re mine, Clee-yo,” he grunted.

A moan ripped from her that pushed him right over the edge.

Gripping her hips as he buried himself deep and released his spend, Sohut’s entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm.

“And you’re mine,” he heard her whisper.

34

As the hover car lifted and began speeding across the alien savanna once more, Cleo smiled as she rested her head against Sohut’s arm.

This was real.

Of all the ways she’d expected her life to turn out, she had never once imagined this. But here she was and it was real.

Back when she’d been taken from Earth, abducted and thrown into a world that was not her own, she’d thought her life had gone to shit.

But it had all been leading up to this.

Snuggling against Sohut, despite that it wasn’t cold, a smile spread her lips.

He was hers and she wouldn’t change all those horrible experiences now for the world.

In what felt like about half-an-hour, a spec in the distance began to form into something else—a residence of some sort.

The sight made her sit upright far too quickly and Wawa swayed on her shoulder.

“Is that…”

“The Sanctuary,” Sohut answered, his voice holding a note of pride and trepidation, the latter of which pulled her gaze from the