Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,33
for more than one reason.
It wasn’t just the pain of her rejection. It was the fact that others were looking at her, wanting her.
It was unreasonable, the way he felt. What was even more unreasonable was his reaction to those feelings.
This illogical out-of-nowhere urge to claim. In all his lifetime, never had he had an urge so strong.
It was similar to the urge he had when he happened upon a unique set of data and he got that push to consume it all on his own, without interference, without any outsiders getting a hold of the new information. Except, it was that same feeling multiplied by ten thousand burning ions.
Seeing M’Agunt, for instance, had made him rage inside. He’d wanted to pull Evren up against him and mouth-mate with her right in the street for all to see so they would BACK THE QRAK OFF.
M’Agunt had been annoying but his reaction to the merchant had been almost pushed to the limit because of all the outside influence.
Annoyingly, and unbeknownst to her, several males had been watching them walk down the street toward her dwelling.
Several.
Qrak. They hadn’t been watching them they’d been watching her.
She was radiant. Her pale skin and pale hair making her stand out like a beacon. And the qrakking clothing she’d been wearing... Kyro’s frown deepened as he thought about it.
It was a tempting piece of material.
Maybe he hadn’t been so wrong about her wanting sex clothing because when she’d stood there in his quarters, all he had wanted to do was take her and bend her over the table just to rip the clothing off her so he could have her right then and there.
It had taken everything within him to control himself and remain neutral.
And then she’d rejected him...
His shoulders lifted in a sigh as he tapped in the codes on the datapad.
This was bad.
Whatever was beginning to boil within him was so bad, it was beginning to affect his control.
And he could never lose control.
Losing control meant losing the life he’d constructed for himself.
Losing control was the gateway to an end he didn’t want, even more so now that he knew of her existence.
Blinking at the screen as the data began to flow, he started setting up the security system for her apartment.
He didn’t know why they hadn’t done it before, but he assumed that with the other human women safe with his brothers, they just hadn’t considered it.
But the fact that Evren was alone and Shive was hanging around meant it needed to be done. The security system would alert them if anyone intruded.
That would at least help her to sleep at night when she was unaccompanied.
The thought dug at him.
She shouldn’t be alone. He should stay with her like he was now...
NO.
NO, HE SHOULDN’T.
He COULDN’T.
He needed to beat that into his head.
She’d already taken the first steps to putting a much-deserved wall between them. He needed to respect that. Not only because it was her choice but because it was best for their safety. Not only his, but hers as well.
He wouldn’t bring anyone into this nightmare that was his life.
His secret, the one he’d kept all these years, he’d just have to take it to the grave like all other Vorti.
It was just the way things were.
Born a Vorti. Die a Borxclan.
The sound of the cleansing room being activated reached his ear as he calibrated the security system and he realized she must be washing herself.
Kyro gulped, his head lifting as his ears picked up on the sounds of not only the water but her as well.
As she washed, she let out a moan as the warm water hit her skin and that sound traveled all the way from her lips to vibrate all over his skin in a soft caress.
He could imagine her there. Naked. The water running off her pale skin in tiny droplets.
He could see her naked without even trying. He’d studied her enough over the past few days. So much so he could imagine the curve of her neck, the gentle mounds of her breasts, and the larger mound of her backside.
A naked Evren was probably the most gorgeous and exotic thing he would never see.
His heart pained him at the loss, but it was not a new feeling.
He was used to losing things he loved. Life had taught him to make no lasting connections.
She was right.
The kiss had been nothing.
It had to be nothing because if he allowed it to be something, it might lead to the