Page 6 of Rescued By the Alien Hit Man

As we trekked onward, the vulnerability I felt, both physically and emotionally, in this alien world pressed in on me. My life had been turned upside down, and now I depended on a mysterious stranger for my survival. But despite the uncertainty and danger that surrounded us, one thing became crystal clear: my attraction to Cikarius had become impossible to ignore.

And as the shadows lengthened and the jungle’s bioluminescent canopy cast an eerie glow around us, I swore that if we survived this ordeal, I would do everything in my power to explore the connection between us–to feel alive in his arms, writhing beneath him like never before.

As we ventured deeper into the jungle, my senses became more attuned to our surroundings. The damp soil squelchingbeneath my feet, the humidity clinging to my skin, and the unique fragrance of alien flowers filling my nostrils. The vibrant colors from the bioluminescent canopy above us cast a surreal glow on the foliage, making it difficult to discern genuine threats from mere shadows.

My unease grew as I sensed movement nearby. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, alerting me to the danger that lurked just out of sight. My heart raced, and I struggled to breathe, the weight of fear settling on my chest.

“Stop,” he said, grabbing my arm to halt my progress. He looked at me, his eyes narrowing in concern as he scanned the environment.

Suddenly, I came face to face with a laghairt. Its menacing presence sent a jolt of fear through me, paralyzing me where I stood. The creature, a blend of reptilian scales and mammalian fur covering its muscular body, stood on powerful hind legs with a long tail for balance. Its sharp, alert eyes locked onto mine, and razor-sharp teeth filled its mouth.

Unable to move or react, my mind raced with panic and desperation. One wrong move could prove fatal. But just as the creature lunged toward me, Cikarius sprang into action, swiftly intervening to protect me.

His movements were fluid and deadly, a lethal dance born from years of training and honed instincts. He expertly dodged and countered the creature’s strikes, using his formidable strength and agility to keep me safe. I watched in awe as Cikarius showcased his protective nature, fighting with every ounce of his being to ensure our survival.

As he finally gained the upper hand, overpowering the laghairt and driving it away from us, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude mixed with relief. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath came in ragged gasps as I tried to processwhat had just happened. Cikarius turned to face me, his eyes filled with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice softening ever so slightly.

I nodded, swallowing hard as I tried to regain my composure. “Yes, thanks to you,” I said. “You saved my life. Again.”

He simply nodded, his glowing yellow eyes locked onto mine, as if searching for something deeper within me. The intensity of his gaze made my knees go weak, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch him–to feel the heat of his skin against mine and know that he was as real as the danger we had just faced.

As we continued on, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. I was growing increasingly dependent on Cikarius for protection, and part of me worried about what that meant for my survival. Was it wise to rely so heavily on someone who was still a stranger to me?

And yet, my attraction to him intensified with each passing moment. His strength, his skill, his unwavering determination to keep me safe… all of it fueled the fire that burned within me. My body ached with desire for him, and I longed for the moment when we could finally give in to the passion that threatened to consume me.

But there were more pressing matters at hand. We needed to find shelter and stay off the slavers’ radar–or whatever alien technology they used to track their prey. And though the thought of being alone with Cikarius in some hidden refuge stirred a delicious thrill within me, we couldn’t afford to let our guard down or succumb to our baser instincts. Not yet, anyway.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to focus on the task at hand and ignore the heat that spread through my body at the mere thought of him.

“Somewhere safe,” he said, his voice low and measured. “We need to stay hidden until we can figure out who wants you dead or captured… and why.”

CHAPTER 4

CIKARIUS

As we cautiously approached the hidden cave, the soft moss-covered ground muffled our footsteps. I was grateful to have found this sanctuary. The jungle moon held a lot of secrets. Numerous ways to die, but also several sanctuaries like the cave. You just needed to know where to look. “Stay put,” I said, not wanting to leave Mia’s side, but it was unavoidable.

Her eyes widened, pleading. “You’re leaving me?”

The instinct to comfort her almost overwhelmed me. “Only for a minute. I need to make sure nothing can find us.”

She nodded and I left the cave before I changed my mind. With my heightened senses and knowledge of the environment, I set up an early notification system using vines and fallen branches to alert us if anyone or anything approached our hiding place.

Slipping back into the cave, my eyes scanned the surroundings, ensuring our safety before allowing myself to settle down. Every bio enhancement and engineered gene in my body screamed that this was the moment I should kill Mia. Her body would never be found. I had barely discovered the cave myself, so I knew no one else would be able to find it. But I hadsaved her life twice now, and all I wanted was to feel her curves and plunge deep inside her.

“Is it safe?” Mia asked, her green eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, her voice soft-spoken yet precise.

“Safe enough for now,” I said, my tone measured. I couldn’t help but admire her keen intelligence as she observed our hideout, her slender form clothed in attire suitable for fieldwork in the stifling jungle of Dufair, but clung to her body in such a way that I wanted to rip it off.

I forced myself to remain still, fighting the urge to act on my genetic programming. Mia’s life was in my hands now, twice over. The thought should have filled me with satisfaction at a job well done. Instead, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Mia approached me with slow, cautious steps, her slender form melting into the gloom. I watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her hips as they swayed with each stride. Heat pooled in my abdomen at the sight, my body responding to her nearness in a way no one had programmed it to.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “For saving me again.”

The soft scent of her arousal reached me, and I fought the urge to act on it. I grunted in response, unsure of how to process the conflicting impulses warring within me. My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into genetically engineered, quick healing flesh as I fought to remain still.

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