Page 61 of Sohut's Protection

“I saw you there with your blade,” he came closer, moving his head to the side so he was speaking directly into her ear, his voice lowering to a whisper. “You cut it.” His warm breath brushed over her skin as he continued. “And now, I’m very, very angry.”

He leaned in then and Cleo stiffened, her hands flattening against his chest as she tried to push him away.

“I didn’t cut the vine. It snapped!”

“I might have to punish you.”

Cleo gulped.

She couldn’t imagine what he had in mind.

All she knew was that he wasn’t in his right mind because he didn’t seem to be listening to her.

He was running his nose against her neck and she didn’t dare to move, lest he bury his fangs into her skin.

But he didn’t bite her. Instead, he buried his nose even deeper into her neck and did the strangest thing.

He inhaled so deeply, it was like he was trying to pull her skin up through his nose.

“Phek,” she heard him mutter.

His hands moved down to grip her by the hips as he inhaled again, this time his mouth opening to the point she felt his fangs as he pulled them across the delicate flesh on her neck.

Something deep in her caused her core to throb.

Something deep, meaning that whore called Libido who didn’t realize this was the worst moment to be turned on.

The alien nibbled her neck. Nibbled it! And a deep groan rumbled through his chest.

If this was his idea of punishment, despite that she did nothing wrong, she may…like it?

As the alien held her waist tighter, he nibbled her neck again before running his fangs to the center of her throat and instead of filling her with terror, her nonexistent panties were getting wet.

She felt it then, the first throb of his response, and Cleo blinked.

That hard thing nestled against her wasn’t his frickin’ leg.

“Umm…” She began and the alien froze.

He lifted his head and looked down at her, his green eyes shining in the darkness.

As if realizing what he was doing or what he’d almost done, he rolled off her suddenly and Cleo was left staring at what she assumed was his back.

He was on the side where she’d placed her piece of trusty shrapnel and her gaze fell to the spot at just the thought of it.

“Don’t you even dare.”

How the hell did he know?

“I wasn’t…”

He turned and looked at her then, his gaze traveling down her body and she realized he could see much better than she could in the dark.

She still couldn’t make him out properly but it was clear he wasn’t having any trouble seeing her with the lack of light.

“You cut the vine,” he repeated when his eyes met hers again and Cleo swallowed once more.

“I didn’t.”

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