Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1) (30 page)

His hands slide around my
body. He hugs me for a long moment. As I enjoy the feel of being in
his strong embrace, I wait to see what he’ll do next. Moisture
drips from my heated core and slides down my thighs. Anticipation
has me holding my breath.

I cry out as his cock
shifts and then easily tunnels into my aching pussy. His teeth
barely break the skin on my shoulder. The small amount of serum
that comes from his sharp fangs has me teetering on the edge
ecstasy. His hips rock gently and his hands cup my breasts. I long
for him to play with my clit and give me a bigger dose of the bliss
inducing serum that his fangs carnally provide.

Arching my back, I rotate
my hips and try to hitch my shoulder up to make his fangs sink in
deeper. He growls and removes his teeth from my skin. His claws
lightly score my breasts as he continues to rock his
hips.

“
Your little show of
dominance is going to cost you, seema,” he whispers into my
ear.

Need has me trembling in
his arms. “I’m sorry, Din. I was just teasing you.” I rotate my
hips and reach for my clit.

He growls and pins my
hands to my lower back with one of his. He bends me over and places
his free hand on my belly as he thrusts harder into me. I long for
his hand to move lower. The desperate pearl between my legs is
crying out for attention.

He inhales and lightly
rakes his claws over my belly. I shiver and struggle to free my
hands so I can relieve some of the pressure between my legs. He
growls and then chuckles.

“
You’ll have your pleasure
when I choose to give it to you, little seema.” The hand on my
belly inches down and pulls back. I feel the skin tighten around my
clit. I shiver and whimper.

“
That is a beautiful sound,
seema. I want to hear it again.”

When his finger slides
forward and over my sensitive bud, I cry out and rock my hips to
get more pressure where I need it. A dark chuckle comes from Zar as
he presses into my clit and then slides his hand back pulling the
skin tight over my hot knot of nerves.

Lust rages out of control.
I whimper and beg, “Please, Din.”

In a quick move, he grips
my hair and pulls me up. The sweet tug on my scalp sends a fresh
wave of lust spiraling through me. I whimper as my world narrows
and focuses only on my fierce desire to come.

He inhales and then guides
me to the wall. “Hands on the wall, seema.”

His commanding tone has me
quickly doing his bidding. I moan when he tugs on my hair and
slides a finger over my pulsing clit. His hips pump faster as he
works my body into a frenzied ball a lust.

I gasp when he pulls out
of me and spins me around. With passion glowing in his eyes, he
lifts me and impales my pussy in a breathtaking move. My back hits
the wall as he sinks in deep. I shudder when his base bulge tunnels
through my swollen folds and hits my aching clit.

Wrapping my legs around
his lean waist, I grip his powerful shoulders and wish my nails
were tough enough to score his skin. I’d love to leave my mark on
him. He growls and shallowly thrusts into my pussy over and over.
Each kiss of his base bulge to my clit drives me closer to
paradise.

“
Please, Din,” I beg
without shame. I tighten my inner muscles and glory in the feel of
his thick length sliding in and out of my hot core.

A sexy growl vibrates
through his chest and the glow in his eyes brightens. He bares his
fangs and thrusts hard into me as he sinks his fangs into my
shoulder. Ecstasy floods my whole being. Stars flare before my eyes
as I scream and shudder in his arms.

He pumps his hips twice
more and stiffens as he cries out. His hot seed bursts from his
cock and coats my walls. A tremor goes through me as he moans and
gently rocks his hips. I shiver and groan as little waves of
pleasure consume me.

Staying buried deep inside
me, Zar wraps his muscular arms around me and begins heading for
the bedroom. Each step he takes shifts his cock and brings me
pleasure. I press my face into his chest and lick his nipple. He
growls a warning but I don’t heed it. Instead, I suck his taut peak
into my mouth and flick my tongue over the sensitive flesh. His
shaft hardens as he enters our bedroom.

I smile as I realize how
much power I have. Marking his soul is better than marking his
skin.

He growls another warning.
My smile slips when he tosses me on the bed face down. Zar raises
my hips and enters me. His big cock feels good but there’s no base
bulge pleasure. I remember my time in the Punishment Room at Club
Release. Fuck!

A dark chuckle comes from
him. “That’s right, seema. I’m the one in control here. It’s time
to remind you of your place.”

Fuck. I sink down into the
mattress and focus on enjoying my punishment as much as I can. I
know I won’t be getting another orgasm today but at least I can
relish the glide of his thick pulsing shaft tunneling through my
slick core.

The feel of his sweet
invasion proves that life is still good.

CHAPTER

33

~ Zar ~

♥

Singing metal fills the
air.

Bending to the side, I
avoid a hit from Ryk’s zyfing energized axe. If I can get him to
drop his two weapons, the powerful energy from Ryk’s body will stop
charging them up.

Picking up my pace, I
throw my metal stars hard and quick. The special metal comes back
in a blur and then I throw it again.

“
Zyf!” Ryk yells as he
defends himself with is his axe and sword. Watching Ryk duel-wield
is quite the sight. My warrior buddy is impressive.

“
Say goodbye to those curls
around your ears, Ryk WavTe,” I taunt as I throw two stars from one
hand and one from the other.

WavTe snarls and barely
moves his axe fast enough to save his curls. I catch two of my
returning stars and watch as the third star bounces off Ryk’s sword
and shoots toward Von. My brother just dodged Tairin GyRol’s sharp
blade so he wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid my star.

Blood trickles down Von’s
cheek as he blocks the brunt of the star with his sword. The star
pings off the metal and heads to GyRol. The warrior’s uncanny
timing has him bending to the side and raising his sword in time to
block the star from nicking him.

I raise my hand and easily
catch my star. Von can do the same thing with his throwing knives.
From Von’s arched brow, I know he’s not going to retaliate by
sending a blast of knives my way.

“
That’s it. Tonight I’m
going to sneak into your place and dull the prel out of all of your
precious stars, Zar,” Von threatens in an almost convincing
tone.

Tairin clicks his tongue
and shakes his head at Von. “I’d advise waiting a few
days.”

“
Yeah, he’ll be waiting for
you now,” WavTe agrees with a smirk.

My wrist-com sounds an
alert causing me and the others to go into warrior mode. Ryk’s com
sounds off as well. I snort when I see it’s just a clocpinian
problem. They are all bark and no bite.

“
One of us would probably
be enough for this job,” WavTe says as we head toward our black
mission vehicle. The thing looks menacing enough to sometimes stop
crime on sight alone. The machine is loaded with weapons on the
inside as well as the outside.

“
Yeah, I’m surprised the
club owner didn’t just solve the problem himself. The clocpinians
are not a real threat. Din Ziv knows that,” I reply. A touch of
worry snakes up my spine as I wonder what’s going on.

I think of Hallie and I’m
glad she’s safely at home. Even though she can now come and go as
she pleases, I know she won’t leave me. With each day that passes
we grow closer. I’m surprised that the draw I feel toward her
hasn’t diminished in the least.

As we drive to the club
deep in the jungle, I push my unnatural feelings for my seema aside
and look for danger.

When we enter the clearing
where Club Dance is, I notice a crowd outside but don’t see Din
Ziv, the owner. We park and start pushing through the crowd to get
to the doors. Several of the people are demanding we let them kill
the four clocpinians.

“
Move aside,” I order in a
stern tone to get them jumping out of the way. Once we reach the
doors, I turn to the demanding crowd. “I want everyone here to calm
down. We will take care of the matter. The sooner you let us do
that, the sooner you get to go back in and have a good
time.”

Ryk and I ignore a few
angry taunts aimed our way and enter the building. I scan the
interior. Since there are a lot less people in here, it’s obvious
that Ziv has moved most of the crowd outside. From their demands,
we know why. It’s strange that Din Ziv had to do this for
clocpinians.

Shortly after Ryk and I
enter the establishment, Ziv rushes over. “Oh, thank the moons. I
need you to take these four foul mouthed, zyfing idiots out of
here.”

I look at the four
clocpinians that are surrounded by Din Ziv’s men and then glance
around before my gaze settles back onto the bar owner. “Why didn’t
you take them outside and let the crowd stay in here?”

Ziv shakes his head and
snorts. “These criminals made everyone in here so mad that I feared
for their lives.” He snorts again. “Not that I care about their
welfare. Not after seeing them in action for the last few hours.
The whole lot of them is trash.”

All four of the
clocpinians are staring daggers through Din Ziv. The orange lashes
around their black eyes makes me think of flaming daggers. Two are
trying to yell through their gags.

Ryk inhales and then
strokes his fingers over the handle of his sword. “It’s obvious,
that these men have been stirring up the people. I can easily smell
the stink of fear, anger, and hate. Why don’t we take them outside
so the people can come back in and enjoy the rest of their night?”
At Din Ziv’s doubtful look, Ryk nods toward the back
entrance.

Ziv relaxes and agrees.
“That sounds good. With you two here nobody should try to kill them
and maybe my customers will start having fun again.”

The stench of lust, anger,
and hate gets stronger and stronger the closer we get to the four
clocpinians. “Get up. We are going outside and you will all act
right—probably for the first time tonight.” I can’t get over the
odor coming from the four men. These beings usually just run their
mouths but don’t do any real damage.

The biggest of the four
males hisses and then tries to ram his head into Ryk. I touch my
sword and prepare to do battle if any of the others try anything.
They don’t. Not after they see Ryk slam his big fist into the
aggressive male’s head, that is. The guy stumbles back and scowls
at Ryk.

“
I won’t hesitate to kill
you if needed.” Ryk shoves the male toward the exit. “Move out,” he
orders.

We herd them out with the
help of Ziv and two of his men. As we are leaving I hear some of
Ziv’s employees letting the crowd back in. Once the door is shut
behind us I line the men up against the side of the glass building
in a section where the crowd won’t be able to see them.

When one of the men kicks
the special glass with his big bare foot, I exhale to calm myself.
The zyfing fool can’t break the durable wall—no matter how big
clocpinian feet are. What worries me, is that he even
tried.

I turn to Ziv and ask,
“What happened?” It’s just barely getting dark. The blue-ringed
moon is a small dot on the horizon.

Din Ziv points his finger
at each of the men. “Glip, Stil, Mocso, and Rep came in hours ago
and started stirring prel up. At first they were just a little
obnoxious but as time went on they became bold and eventually mean.
I don’t have mean people in my establishment. Glip and Rep tried to
rape one of the males in the bathroom and then came out when that
didn’t work and tried to rape one of my female dancers.”

I stare at the four men
and sniff the evening air. They aren’t giving off any scent of
guilt or shame at all. That’s strange enough to have a thread of
apprehension weaving its way up my spine. Something’s not right
with these men.

Ziv inhales deeply. “Their
scent gives them away. Zyfing animals.”

Ryk stokes his blade as he
asks, “What else happened?”

The club owner eyes the
four men and then looks back at me and Ryk. “When my regulars and
security team found out what was happening, they tried to bounce
them out of here but the prelling fools refused to go. Said they
had rights.”