The X-Club (A Krinar Story) (3 page)

Startled and alarmed, Amy pushed at Vair, but it was like trying to move a wall. All she could do was follow his lead as he moved in a sensuous rhythm, keeping her pressed tightly against him. The music blared all around them, the beat fast and exotic, and his heat, his scent, surrounded her, entangling her in a darkly seductive web. He was so strong that her feet barely touched the floor as he held her; it was as though she was a rag doll, an inanimate object he could move about at will.

This time he didn’t bother keeping any distance between them. Amy could feel every inch of his powerfully muscled body, and she realized with a jolt of panic that he was already hard, his erection pressing into her belly. Gasping, she tried to push at him again, but he ignored her ineffectual struggles, holding her contained without any apparent effort. His eyes glittered in the darkness, watching her with apparent hunger, and Amy’s heart thumped harder in her chest as she realized he had no intention of letting her go this time.

Not until he got what he wanted from her.

The thought should’ve been terrifying, but her body’s response had nothing to do with fear. Her nipples pebbled within the confines of her bra, and she could feel warm moisture dampening her underwear. Her body wanted him with a primitive animal instinct, and it didn’t care about the fact that this was happening against Amy’s will—that her mind wanted nothing to do with Vair.

As their forced dance continued, the night took on a surreal feel for Amy. Everything about this place felt like a dream, from the flickering red glow emanating from some invisible light source to the stunningly beautiful man who held her trapped in his embrace. The music pulsed in tune to the throbbing in her body, and her head spun, her senses utterly overwhelmed. The drink, she thought vaguely, staring up at him, but she knew alcohol was only partially responsible for the haze clouding her brain.

It was
him.
Vair was the reason she was feeling like this. Her attraction to him was more potent than anything she had ever experienced—and judging by the hard bulge pushing against her stomach, he wanted her just as much. His gaze spoke of dark pleasures and twisted sheets, of ecstasy and lust. Her hands moved up to rest on his shoulders as she stopped trying to push him away, and his eyes gleamed brighter at her tacit surrender.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed as they danced like that. All of her senses were focused on him—on the hard press of his body against her own and the warm scent of his skin . . . on the way he held her, with one hand splayed on her upper back and another arm wrapped around her waist. They moved as one, their bodies seemingly in tune, though she didn’t have the freedom to move any differently. After a while, his hand slid from her upper back to her neck, his fingers delving under her hair and stroking the bare skin of her nape, and the heat inside her intensified, her breathing coming faster.

When he bent his head and claimed her lips, it was almost a relief, though it added to the tension building inside her, sharpened her need even more. There was no uncertainty in the way he took her mouth, no hesitation of any kind. Vair kissed like he danced–with dominant expertise and calm force, his lips and tongue teasing and invading at the same time. He didn’t ask for her response; he demanded it, and Amy couldn’t help but give it to him, her hands clinging to his shoulders and her lips parting to let him.

Her back met a hard surface, and she realized they somehow ended up near a wall. Before she could gather her wits, one of his hands slid into her hair, cupping her skull, and his other hand traveled lower, down to the curve of her ass. Still kissing her, he lifted her off the ground with one hand, holding her pinned up against the wall so he could grind his erection into the soft notch between her legs. The hard pressure added to the tension in her core, and Amy moaned into his mouth, unable to control herself.

“Yes, that’s it, darling,” he whispered, his breath hot on her ear as his mouth trailed over the side of her face. His lips nibbled at her earlobe, and then he bit it lightly, sending goosebumps over that side of her body. “Such a beautiful, delicious little darling . . .”

Amy moaned again, her eyes closing and her head arching back as he began kissing the underside of her jaw, his mouth leaving a warm, moist trail on her skin. Rationally, she knew this was wrong, but rationality was not what ruled her mind at the moment. Her body was on fire, and her sex pulsed with an empty ache. “Please,” she whispered desperately. “Please, Vair . . .” She didn’t know if she was asking him to stop or to continue, and ultimately it didn’t matter. She was completely in his power, her body his to play with and manipulate at will.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark, and then his mouth moved lower, to the sensitive curve of her neck. She felt his teeth graze her skin, and the slight pain somehow only added to her arousal, making her writhe against him. “Yes, that’s it,” he muttered thickly, his hand tightening on her ass, “that’s it, darling . . .”

Lost in her heated need, Amy barely registered the fact that the wall behind her back seemed to disappear. It was only when she found herself stretched out on some comfortable surface that the warning bells began ringing in her mind.

Where was she?

Panic swept through Amy, temporarily clearing her mind. Gasping, she opened her eyes and saw Vair’s bronzed face looming over her. The music still played, the lights still flickered, but they were no longer among the dancing crowd. Instead, they were in some private space, with Amy laid out flat on a bed-like surface.

“What . . . where—?” she began to say in shock, and he lowered his head, taking her mouth again. At the same time, he captured her wrists, stretching her arms up over her head before transferring both of her wrists to one of his large hands.

She was now completely helpless, restrained and utterly at his mercy.

The realization should’ve cooled her desire, but as soon as he started kissing her again, a melting languor spread through Amy’s body, sapping her inclination to fight. Waves of heat rolled over her skin, and her nipples throbbed, becoming acutely sensitive. She could feel warm slickness between her legs, and as Vair ran his free hand down the front of her dress, she unconsciously arched into his touch, desperately craving more.

As her eyes drifted shut, the sense of unreality that engulfed her earlier returned. It felt like it was all a dream, a dark fantasy that was playing out only in her mind. When Vair hooked his fingers into the top of her dress and ripped it down the middle, Amy jerked at the sudden violence of the movement, but even that was not enough to pull her out of her sensual daze. All that existed in her world was heat and pleasure, his touch and the weight of his body over her.

Her bra and panties suffered the same fate as her dress, and then he slithered down her body, releasing her wrists to cup her breasts in both of his big hands. His mouth latched on to her nipples, first one, then the other, making Amy cry out at the sharp, pulling pressure. Her hands, finally freed from his restraining hold, somehow found their way to his head, and she clutched fistfuls of his silky hair, not knowing if she was trying to push him away or bring him closer.

He moved up over her then, covering her with his huge, naked body, and she realized that his clothes were gone too, though she didn’t remember seeing him remove them. She didn’t have a chance to ponder the mystery, though, because everywhere their skin touched, her flesh tingled, as if electrified. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze and saw the same desperate hunger reflected on his face.

He wanted her.

He wanted her, and he was going to take her.

His knees wedged themselves between her legs, spreading them open, and Amy’s breath caught as she felt the smooth, broad head of his cock brushing against her inner thigh. Though she couldn’t see it, his erection felt massive, and her muscles tensed with a purely feminine fear. Would he hurt her? What if their species weren’t as sexually compatible as she’d heard?

It was too late to worry about that, however. Before Amy could say anything, he kissed her again, claiming her mouth with devastating expertise, and guided himself to her entrance.

His penetration was slow and careful, giving her time to adjust to his girth. Nevertheless, Amy felt almost painfully stretched as he worked himself in, inch by thick inch. Her hands tightened in his hair, and she would’ve cried out, but he kept his mouth on her, distracting her with delicious, drugging kisses. It wasn’t until he was all the way inside her that he let her come up for air, and all Amy could do at that point was stare at him, panting, her body full and overtaken, completely overwhelmed by his possession.

He stayed still for a moment, holding her gaze, and then he began to move, his strokes leisurely at first and then gradually picking up pace. After a few moments, Amy’s discomfort lessened, replaced by steadily growing heat. Her eyes closed again, and her hands slid down to his sides, clutching at them as the tension inside her intensified, every thrust sending her spiraling higher and higher. She could hear her own cries and gasping moans, and her knees came up, her legs folding around his hips, bringing him deeper into her. The sensations that rocked her body were so intense, she felt as if she would fly apart . . . and finally she did, the orgasm rushing through her with unbelievable, shattering force. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock, and she heard him groan, his cock jerking within her as he reached his own peak.

It was over, she thought dazedly, too stunned to move. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure still rippled through her body, and she felt as if her muscles had turned to jelly. Her hands were still grasping at his sides, her nails digging into his skin, and she forced herself to lower her hands to the mattress—or to whatever comfortable surface she was lying on.

Then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Vair.

He was propped up on his elbows, staring down at her. His breathing was heavier than normal, and his somewhat softer cock was still buried deep inside her body. As their eyes locked, she saw that the heat in his gaze had cooled only slightly—and much to her shock, felt him stiffening within her once again.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, and Amy nodded automatically. Her body still pulsed from her release, her flesh slick and swollen around his hardening cock, and her mind was in complete turmoil.

She, who had always been so careful and cautious about bed partners, had just had sex with a man she barely knew.

No, not with a man. With a male K—an alien who had invaded her body as unceremoniously as his species had taken over her planet.

“Good,” Vair whispered, a dark smile playing on his lips as he began to move inside her again. “Because I’m not done with you yet, little human . . .”

Mute with shock, Amy stared up at him, unable to believe that this was happening—and that her body was responding again. Even the soreness she was beginning to feel didn’t seem to matter; every stroke of his cock was reigniting the fire within her, making her burn with need once again. Her hands instinctively rose, gripping his sides once more, and her bent knees tightened around his hips.

“Yes, just like that, darling,” he murmured, lowering his head to nuzzle at her neck. His warm lips pressed against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, and Amy shivered with pleasure, arching toward him in a silent plea for more. “So sweet, just like I knew you would be . . .”

As he continued thrusting with a steady rhythm, his mouth teased and nibbled at her neck, and one of his hands worked its way between their bodies, delving into her wet folds. Her clit throbbed at his touch, and Amy tensed as she felt another orgasm approaching. Before she could go over the edge, however, she felt a slicing pain at her neck—a stinging burn that was as painful as it was shocking.

Startled, she cried out, bucking against him as she felt his mouth latch on to the wounded spot.
Those vampirism rumors
, she thought in panic,
they had to be true
 . . . and then she couldn’t think at all as her senses exploded in white-hot ecstasy. The climax that had hovered so near swept over her, but it didn’t stop—the sensations intensified instead of ebbing as she screamed out her release. Her skin burned, her heart raced, and she was cognizant of nothing but the intense, mind-shattering pleasure. The sucking pull of his mouth at her neck, the driving force of his cock—those were the only things real in her world, and she screamed as her body convulsed over and over again in unrelenting, agonizing bliss.

She wasn’t sure how long that went on—it could’ve been hours or days. All she knew was that the ecstasy seemed to go on forever, until her body and mind couldn’t cope with it anymore, and she passed out in Vair’s dark embrace.

The alarm buzzed insistently, dragging Amy out of sound sleep. Groaning, she rolled over and smacked the annoying clock, desperate to shut it up. The buzzing stopped, and Amy groaned again, pulling her covers over her head.

Fuck, she really didn’t want to go to work. How could it be Monday already? It was just Friday—

Friday!
Jackknifing to a sitting position, Amy gaped at her bedroom walls, her heart beating wildly in her chest as memories of Friday night flooded her brain. She went to an x-club with Jay . . . she danced with a K . . . she had
sex
with that K, and then—

Holy fucking shit.
Did Vair bite her? Her hand flew up to her neck, but all she could feel there was smooth, clear skin. In general, her body seemed to be free of any pain, though she distinctly remembered feeling sore after the first fucking last night—and if her memory of second, third, and fourth encounters was in any way accurate, she should’ve been in serious discomfort. Did she dream up the whole thing, and if not, what the hell happened and how did she end up in her own apartment?

Jumping out of bed, Amy ran to the dresser, where her small handbag was sitting. Grabbing it, she fished out her phone and stared at the screen, her breath whooshing out in relief as she saw the date.

It was Saturday. She hadn’t lost the entire weekend—she must’ve simply forgotten to turn off her alarm before she went to bed last night.

Except she didn’t remember going to bed last night, she thought with a deep inner chill. The last thing she recalled was that strange, mindless ecstasy after Vair bit her—or did whatever it was that he did to her neck. A cold shudder ran through her at the memory, and it was only then that Amy realized she was standing there naked.

Completely naked—when she usually slept in a tank top and cotton briefs.

Someone had put her to bed last night . . . and that someone hadn’t been Amy herself.

For the first time, it dawned on her that someone—most likely the K—had been to her apartment.

Might still be
in
her apartment.

Amy nearly hyperventilated at the thought.

“Hello,” she called out, her voice shaking. Frantically opening the dresser, she grabbed the nearest T-shirt and a pair of yoga pants and pulled them on. “Hello! Anyone there?”

Silence was her only response.

Picking up the phone, Amy opened the bedroom door and crept out into her tiny living room, trying to convince herself not to panic. Maybe it
was
all a dream, and she’d just had too much to drink with Jay again. Maybe she fell into bed naked and simply didn’t remember it. Weird things happened when Jay-style partying was involved.

Jay!
Her pulse spiked again as she remembered that he had been there with her—and that when she saw him last, he’d been gearing up for a close encounter with not one, but two Krinar. What happened to him? Where was he now?

To her tremendous relief, the living room was empty—as were the kitchen and the bathroom. Her apartment was tiny, just a converted studio, so there weren’t many places a K could hide. She was alone and safe for now.

Still shaking from the surge of adrenaline, she sat down at the kitchen table and dialed Jay’s number. He didn’t pick up right away, and just when Amy thought she would go out of her mind with panic, she heard his sleep-roughened voice answer, “Hello?”

“Jay!” She almost broke into tears. “Jay, are you okay?”

“What? Oh . . . Amy?” He sounded disoriented. “What—what’s going on?”

“Jay, what happened last night?”

“Last night?” She could practically hear the wheels starting to turn in his sleep-fogged brain. “Last night . . . oh shit, baby girl, we went to the club! The fucking x-club! Are you okay? You disappeared with that K and then—”

“What happened to
you
?” Amy interrupted, not wanting to talk about her experience quite yet. “Did you sleep with those two Ks?”

Jay laughed with delight. “Sleep with them? Baby girl, we did everything but sleep, and it was the most intense shit I’ve ever experienced—like Ecstasy combined with heroin and amplified tenfold. I don’t even know how I ended up home. We must’ve been partying all night ’cause I don’t remember a thing right now.”

“Right, uh-huh.” Amy rubbed the bridge of her nose, the adrenaline beginning to drain out of her. It sounded like Jay had gone through the same experience as Amy. Whatever happened to them last night was far outside the realm of normal sex, corroborating all those stories she’d read online.

She was certain now that the night had been real—which left the mystery of how she’d ended up back home after passing out at the club.

Or at least she assumed she passed out at the club, as her last memories were of non-stop sex and impossibly intense pleasure.

As Jay continued to talk, telling her all about how the K Barbie went down on him while she was being fucked by the male Krinar, Amy tried to work through the possibilities. The only thing that made any sense was that Vair brought her home . . . which meant he knew who she was and where she lived.

He must’ve found her driver’s license in her purse, she decided after a moment of uneasy contemplation. If he knew more than that about her—if he knew she was a journalist—she doubted he would’ve let her go so easily.

She got lucky, and so did Jay.

When he finished describing his sexcapade, she told him about what happened to her, leaving out the forceful nature of Vair’s seduction and her own helpless reaction to it. The fact that she ended up having sex against her better judgment—and that it was the hottest sex of her life—was not something Amy wanted to analyze too closely.

“Wow, you go girl,” Jay said admiringly when she was done telling him the night’s events in broad strokes. “You really let loose this time. I’m proud of you. So what’s next? Are you going to go back to the club?”

“No,” Amy said. One night of out-of-this-world sex was plenty for her. “Next, I write the story.”

It was time for her real career to begin.

~The End~

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