Sohut's Protection: A Sci-fi Alien Romance (Riv's Sanctuary Book 2)

by A. G. Wilde

  Out loud!

  She’d said it out loud.

  Her gray eyes nictated as she took a deep breath, her gaze moving down his midsection straight to his crotch as he worked.

  He was still hard.

  So damn hard and just the sight of him had her clenching her thighs.

  When he turned around and caught her staring, she couldn’t look away, her cheeks burning red.

  Fuck.

  This wasn’t a big deal.

  It was just sex.

  But when Sohut moved over to her, crouched over her and caught her mouth in a kiss once more, she found herself moaning and melting against him.

  This wasn’t just sex.

  This was going to be so much more.

  She felt gravity shift as she was lifted and she didn’t care to look where he was taking her. All she could feel were his deeply sensual lips as his tongue pushed into her mouth to rub against hers.

  As he set her down on the bedding of soft leaves and vines he’d prepared, Sohut crouched over her, his mouth still joined with hers.

  One hand was on the smooth curve of her hips, the other pressed down in the leaves by her head.

  “Sohut,” she breathed, her hand moving up to rake through his hair, cradling his head as their kiss deepened.

  He groaned as he left her lips to run his tongue down her neck, sucking on her skin in a path that ran down her collarbone and stopped right above her nipple.

  There he paused and she opened her eyes, never realizing she’d shut them in the first place.

  When she focused on him, he was staring down at her nipples and she wasn’t sure what was crossing through his mind because she couldn’t see his eyes.

  Glancing down at herself, it suddenly occurred to her that the women of his kind must have different bodies from hers.

  “It’s not what you’re used to, I guess?”

  Sohut raised his gaze to hers and the look of absolute awe in his eyes was remarkable.

  “I have the urge,” he said, “to run my tongue all over these.” As he spoke, he used his hand to knead her other breast and Cleo gasped, her back arching into him once more.

  As his tongue stroked her nipple, Cleo resisted the urge to cry out.

  His tongue was wider, flatter, a little rougher than a human’s and it felt absolutely divine against her nipple.

  It made her wonder what it would feel like to have his tongue there, between her legs, where the ache for him was slowly growing stronger.

  As Sohut pulled his tongue from her nipple, he buried his face into her skin, inhaling deeply as he ran his nose down her midline and straight to her pelvis.

  A groan rumbled through him when he stopped right above the V between her legs.

  “Clee-yo,” he groaned and when his eyes met hers, the look he gave her made her clench.

  “Yes?” The word hardly made a sound as it came from her lips.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  His words made her eyelids flutter.

  “Please.” It was a plea that drifted away with the wind as her eyes rolled back into her head with that first touch of warmth and wetness.

  Sohut flattened his tongue over her center, the tip landing right at her entrance and the feel of it made Cleo moan.

  That one move alone almost brought her to climax and she had to squeeze her eyes shut tight to ride through the surge of emotion that ran through her.

  With a deft upward movement, his tongue flicked over her, driving between her lips and over her clit in a wet slurp as he tasted her.

  This time, a moan rumbled through him as he buried his tongue between her lips again, swirling it as he sought her entrance.

  “Sohut,” she called his name but she doubted he heard her over his own moans of pleasure. And when she felt the thick, slick tongue enter her, her cunt pulsed, an orgasm rocking through her that had her gripping the vines beneath her even as he circled her waist with his arms, holding her steady.

  Her legs felt like jelly and her pussy felt like it was leaking honey.

  Shudders made her body shake in the quake of the orgasm as she bit down hard on her lip.

  Dots were before her eyes as she came to and when she cast her gaze to him, there was a devilish smile on his face.

  His lips were wet with her juices and his eyes twinkled with pleasure.

  “Mm,” he whispered against her clit before he buried his face into her mat of hair, nuzzling her pussy before he darted his tongue inside her once more.

  With a scream that surely sent the animals around them scampering away, Cleo arched her hips toward his mouth, grinding shamelessly against his tongue.

  It felt as if he was a champion papaya eater and she was the frickin’ papaya. His tongue swirled and flicked, sucked and dipped, and by the time she reached her second peak, her entire body was shaking with tremors of pleasure so much she wondered if he’d fucked her into Parkinson’s.

  As he lowered her hips and settled her legs around him, Cleo let out a strangled cry.

  “Wait,” she said. “I want to touch you too.”

  Sohut’s throat moved, his green gaze boring into hers.

  “Clee-yo,” he said, “I don’t think I’d be able to last if I feel your hands on me.” He leaned down, his mouth closing over hers.

  She could taste herself on his lips and fuck her if that didn’t make a new wave of honey drip between her legs.

  “I want to be inside you when I reach my peak,” Sohut growled low, his lips moving to her ear. “I want to phek you.”

  Cleo gasped as she felt his tip line up with her entrance.

  She knew he was big. She couldn’t stop staring at it when he’d stripped before jumping into the water with her earlier.

  Now, anticipation gripped her as she gripped him, her fingers pressing into his back as she steeled herself for his entry.

  Sohut pressed his nose against hers and his green gaze found hers as his tip pressed against her slick entrance.

  She could feel the muscles in his shoulders bunching underneath her hands, as if he was restraining himself.

  He pressed into her gently, watching her reaction, and the feel of him sent notes of pleasure through her.

  “More,” she whispered and Sohut groaned against her lips.

  “You’re so small…” He hesitated.

  “I’ll tell you if it hurts. I just,” her eyes rolled back as he pressed against her some more, “I need to feel you inside me.”

  That did it.

  With a grunt, Sohut surged inside her, capturing her lips as Cleo felt her body rise against the vines. There was a moment of pain quickly followed by sweet, sweet pleasure.

  He dug deeper inside her, and it felt as if cords ringed his cock at the base. Those cords were massaging her entrance the deeper he went.

  As he found his rhythm, his tongue found one too, matching his thrusts as it delved into her mouth.

  The combined sensation soon had her shuddering as she pulled him tighter against her.

  She couldn’t see.

  She didn’t know if her eyes were rolled back or whether something had obstructed her view.

  All she could do was feel, and nothing had ever felt as good as this before.

  As Sohut pistoned within her, Cleo brought her legs up around his waist pulling him deeper inside her wetness.

  She was vaguely aware that his tail had moved to wrap around her leg and the feel of it, the fact he was so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, made something ignite within her.

  She would scream in delight, but she wasn’t sure she had the energy to. There was something building inside her, something big and it was pulling all her energy to her core.

  Sohut’s lips left hers and he let out an animalistic growl that made her feel wild. And there was nothing wilder than this.

  Eyes so low she could hardly see through her lashes, Cleo let her head fall back, baring her neck to him.

  Sohut growled again before pushing so de
ep within her that she felt his balls against the curve of her ass.

  Without warning, his head descended, his fangs baring as he buried them into her neck.

  There was no pain, just sweet, sweet unexpected pleasure and Cleo called out his name as another orgasm rocked through her.

  As her channel convulsed with the pressure of her orgasm, she felt him stiffen and his cock jerk within her, releasing streams of his spend deep inside her.

  It took more than a few moments for her vision to clear and for the trembling to slow down enough for her to look at him.

  There was a red streak running down his lips and she realized it had to be one thing.

  Her blood.

  She watched, mesmerized, as his tongue darted out to lick the blood away slowly.

  Another shiver ran through her.

  Sohut was watching her, his green gaze taking on a guarded, pained look.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, when their breaths calmed enough for them to speak. “I’m so sorry, Clee-yo.” The pained look increased. “I…I lost control.”

  It took her a few moments to realize his gaze was locked on the spot on her neck where he’d bit her.

  Releasing his shoulder, she touched the spot and looked at her fingers.

  There was no blood, but there was a slight ache.

  “I hurt you.” He began to pull away and she tightened her legs around him.

  Green, confused eyes met hers as she pulled his head towards hers, taking his lips with her own.

  As their kiss deepened, she let out a groan and Sohut stiffened against her.

  He broke their kiss, searching her gaze.

  “I hurt you.”

  She couldn’t help the smile that spread her lips.

  “Not nearly enough,” she whispered.

  Confusion still flooded his gaze.

  “Clee-yo? What do you mean?”

  “I mean,” Cleo swallowed, “I want you to hurt me some more.”

  Later, of course, after they got going, she thought, rocking her hips against him in a playful gesture.

  Sohut’s pupils dilated so quickly, his eyes almost looked completely black. At the same time, she felt him growing hard within her once more.

  Her mouth fell open as the sensation overtook her.

  “You’re ready already?”

  Sohut smiled and pressed her back into the vines below them.

  “I think I’ll always be ready, as long as you will have me.”

  With that, he captured her lips once more as he pulled out till his tip had almost exited her slick channel, only to drive home again.

  20

  After another two love sessions, Sohut had finally looked up at the sky, lamenting that the day was moving too quickly.

  In other words, he wanted to make love some more.

  His eagerness surprised her and planted a stupid smile on her face the entire time they waited for their clothes to dry and made plans to leave.

  They would trek through the jungle, keeping to the parts with the thickest vegetation so they remained hidden.

  He’d found some special leaves that he’d mashed into a poultice and rubbed over both their bodies to disguise their scents and had checked that all his gadgets he’d found after he’d fallen off the mountain were still there.

  There was a little rectangular box in his satchel that he held for a few moments, his eyes moving to her with a look she couldn’t read but before she could ask about it, he’d turned his nose to the air and sniffed.

  The little bumps along his nose scrunched up as a look of disgust passed over his face.

  “Phekking stinky rhag,” he muttered.

  “Rag?” she repeated and, just then, Wawa appeared at the edge of the clearing.

  His eyes bled black as he looked at Sohut before he looked in her direction and they turned back to brown.

  Taking a wide circle around Sohut, Wawa walked over to her.

  “Rag? I thought you said he was a slizz.” Cleo chuckled as Wawa hopped up on her shoulder and gave Sohut a stink eye.

  “A rhag is a…” Sohut cast his eyes to the canopy as if he was thinking, “…a coddled chid.”

  “Chid?”

  “Offspring.”

  Cleo chuckled. “A spoilt child? Wawa?”

  Sohut turned his eyes on her and nodded in earnest. “A stinky rhag.”

  A brat.

  He was calling Wawa a stinky brat.

  She would argue with him if Wawa wasn’t still giving him a stink eye at the moment while rubbing his head against her neck.

  “Ready?” Sohut asked, glancing around the clearing.

  Taking a deep breath, Cleo looked around the clearing for one last time.

  There was still some anxiety there about the fact she was leaving.

  “Ready,” she said.

  The walk through the jungle was much harder than she’d thought it was going to be.

  Even with a full belly and the fact it wasn’t dark yet, it went painfully slowly.

  —or, maybe her legs were still weak from all the lovemaking earlier.

  Staring into Sohut’s back now, Cleo’s cheeks grew warm at the thought.

  The silly smile still hadn’t left her face and whenever he turned around to check on her, she realized his eyes were twinkling and there was a silly smile on his face too.

  The only person not smiling was Wawa.

  Every now and again, he’d hop off her shoulder to disappear into the jungle’s depths and she’d worry, much to Sohut’s incredulity.

  “That…thing could kill me, you, and every other beast in this jungle,” he muttered for probably the fifth time, as he hopped over a fallen tree and stretched out his hand to help her over.

  “For some reason, it likes you…” He paused. “Though, I can see why.”

  Cleo’s eyes met his green ones and she felt the warmth there.

  It only made her cheeks grow warmer.

  The deeper into the jungle they went, the denser it seemed to get and she soon realized that where she’d been staying was nowhere like the rest of this Koznia Jungle, as Sohut called it.

  Every now and again, she’d see bits of animals she had never seen before peeking through the undergrowth at them.

  The first time she’d seen two yellow eyes staring back at them, she’d moved so close to Sohut, she’d bumped into him.

  He’d assured her that he wouldn’t let anything dangerous get close and that Wawa was also doing the same with his “high alarming body odor.”

  It didn’t take her long to realize just how much she trusted him when she almost forgot there were animals around them at all, her mind instead replaying what happened at the water hole over and over again.

  And he was thinking about it too.

  She could see it in his eyes every time he looked back at her.

  As night crept in, Sohut stopped by a humongous tree and looked up into its branches.

  “We sleep here this dark-cycle,” he said.

  Cleo looked up into the branches high above.

  She could climb trees. She was skilled at it, but this one had no notches she could get a hold of and the trunk was too big to wrap her arms and legs around. Not to mention, the lowest branches were at least thirty feet above her.

  “Up there?” She gave Sohut an incredulous glance.

  “Yup,” he said and crouched before her. “Hop on.”

  “What?” She looked back at the tree. “You’re going to climb that? And with me on your back?”

  Sohut glanced back at her. “Why not?”

  He sounded so confident in his abilities, the argument died on her lips.

  Shrugging, she climbed awkwardly onto his back, feeling like a child doing so.

  “Hold on,” was all the warning she got before she heard his claws protract and he leapt unto the tree trunk.

  Up he went, much quicker than was humanly possible, reminding her once more that he was no man.

  He skipped the lowest branches and we
nt higher before he stopped at a section where two branches crossed over each other.

  “Can you climb off on your own?” he asked.

  “C—can I what?” Cleo sputtered.

  Sohut chuckled before turning so her ass was firmly against the junction of the tree’s branch and its trunk. Then, he set her down, prying her hands from his shoulders for she’d held on to him tightly without realizing.

  Looking everywhere but down, Cleo gulped.

  “Why up here?”

  “It’s safer. This deep into the jungle, creatures will be curious. I don’t want any of them dragging you away when we’re sleeping.”

  Cleo’s eyes widened a little.

  “What about snakes that live in trees?”

  Granted, she hadn’t seen any snakes since she’d been in the jungle but that didn’t mean there were none.

  “Nayks? I don’t know what those are.”

  “Long, cold-blooded, fanged beasts. Some are venomous. Some aren’t. Some wrap themselves around you so tight they kill you then they eat you.”

  Sohut stopped searching in his satchel and gave her a funny look.

  “I’m long…fanged…” His gaze fell to her lips then moved to her chest. “I want to wrap myself around you…” His gaze fell lower. “But I’d probably eat you first.”

  Cleo almost fell out of the tree and he had to reach for her to steady her.

  A deep warmth spread over her cheeks.

  “Well,” she said when she found her voice. “Snakes aren’t creatures to play around with.”

  “And you want to play around with me?” There was a heat in his gaze that made her choke on air.

  No, she wanted to answer. I don’t want to play. I want you for more than that.

  That answer stunned her and they fell into silence as he searched for something in his satchel.

  “How will we sleep?” She broke the silence. Glancing around, still trying not to look down, she tried to predict what he was thinking of doing. “I’m scared to close my eyes so high up and fall to my death.”

  Sohut chuckled again. “I wouldn’t allow that to happen.”

  Finally, he pulled something from his bag. It looked like a carpenter’s measuring tape with a cord coming from inside it.

  Sohut pressed the cord onto one section of the branch and somehow it attached to the wood.