Kassien And Calypso's Song - C.F. Rabbiosi

An Adult Paranormal Romance Series

Kassien And Calypso's Song by C.F. Rabbiosi

Series Excerpt

He stands facing the closed door, where the ghost of the Koridon female’s presence still chills the room. I hold my belly, still accustomed to the stabbing pain, and sit up. “You…you can understand me?” His broad shoulders tense, black ink traveling over every striation, every rippling facet of such a back. Excitement bursts like the overripe berries of summer, imagining all the things I could learn from him if my fate were determined by any other stars.

“Yes. For our survival in this place, we are all taught your language from a young age.” The familiar words are so strange on a Koridon’s lips, and the bass rumbles my chest. He stands a few feet taller, the god of war embodied before me. My protector. The nightmarish ogres I used to envision, the ones my people described, melt away.

I’ve often wondered how they survived here, and it makes sense that they would have to learn to communicate with us to grow food in our soil and climate. To learn about our geography and animals. What was left of it, anyway. Incredibly advanced as one must be to travel to and destroy worlds, this is all new to them, and they had to start from scratch as we did, though I suspect they had an even harder time of it. Clinging to the soft bed covering, I stand. If it were possible, his body tenses even harder with every step I take toward him.

Backside bare, I hold the blanket in my fist against the heart that crashes against it. I can’t just lay in bed helplessly, waiting for him or whatever comes through that door next to do what they will to me. I have to draw closer to the mouth of the beast, Samson on his knees before Goliath. “What am I?” I reach toward the markings painted in permanence down his spine and hold. My fingertips only an inch away, his breath catches.

“What do you ask?” An innate tempest thrashes under his skin, a turmoil I can sense but don’t understand. Though, there’s something happening inside me too, and if I can understand mine, perhaps I can understand his. Still, I reach for him with a desire that boils down my spine.

“To you?”

“You are the answer to something,” he struggles between inhalations, and beads of moisture cross his shoulder line.

Books In This Series

Otherworldly (Kassien And Calypso's Song Book 1)

Atrocity (Kassien And Calypso's Song Book 2)