The X-Club (A Krinar Story)

by Zaires, Anna

  “Ah, okay.” His eyes glittered as he shifted his grip on her, his hands moving lower to rest on her hips. “One step above a bachelor. I get it.”

  Vair was messing with her. “Yes, that’s right,” she said smoothly, trying to ignore the fact that his large palms were essentially on her ass. “What kind of degrees do you guys have? Do you have college and such?”

  He shook his head. “No, we don’t. We learn throughout our lives.”

  “But how do you train for work?” Amy persisted. “Surely you’re not born knowing how to do everything. And what about math, science, history? How do you learn all that?”

  “You are a curious little creature.” He regarded her with a strange half-smile. “You want to know everything about us, don’t you?”

  “Of course.” Amy gave him a bright smile. “Who wouldn’t?”

  “Most humans who come here,” he murmured, looking at her. “Nearly all of them, in fact. They’re interested in only one thing—and that thing has nothing to do with our educational system.”

  “I guess I’m an exception then,” Amy said, her heart jumping at the odd intensity in his gaze. Was it possible he suspected her for some reason? “I’ve always loved learning about other cultures—the more exotic, the better.”

  He laughed softly and stopped, letting her go. Before Amy could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw that they were standing in front of one of the bars. Somehow Vair had maneuvered them there without her noticing.

  “A drink?” he asked, reaching for a glass filled with a purple liquid.

  Amy hesitated. “What is it? Wine?”

  “No, just a special type of fruit juice mixed with mild alcohol. It’s safe for human consumption.”

  She considered that for a moment, then accepted the drink from him, trying not to react when she felt his fingers brushing against her own. She couldn’t control a slight hitch in her breathing, though, and she saw the corners of his lips lift in a knowing smile.

  Vair could sense the impact he had on her, and he was obviously enjoying it.

  Seeking to hide her discomfort, Amy lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. Her taste buds exploded at the sweet, yet zesty flavor. She could feel the bite of the alcohol, but it was too subtle to detract from the unusual taste of the juice. “What fruit is this made from?” she asked, and Vair grinned at her, sipping his own drink.

  “You wouldn’t recognize the name if I told you. It’s a plant we brought from Krina.”

  “Oh, wow.” Amy tried the drink again, trying to memorize the complex flavor so she could describe it in her article later. It made her mouth tingle and her throat feel warm, though that could’ve been from the alcohol. A part of her wondered if she should’ve been more careful about trying an exotic drink—or drinking with Vair in general—but she could see other humans in the club holding similar glasses, and it would’ve been suspicious if she’d refused to so much as take a sip.

  Especially given her act as a party-goer interested in all things Krinar.

  Casting a quick glance around the room, she spotted Jay dancing on the other side. This time, in addition to the K Barbie—Shira—there was a male Krinar there. The three of them were grinding against each other, and the expression on Jay’s face left Amy no doubt that her friend was in seventh heaven, his earlier worries gone.

  “Are you involved with him?” Vair stepped in front of her, blocking her line of vision. His tone was casual, but there was an odd expression on his face. “With that pretty boy human?”

  Amy blinked. “With Jay? No.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “We just never connected on that level, I guess.”

  She met Jay during their internship at the newspaper, and got to know him better when they both ended up working there full-time after college. For some reason, Jay—who did his best to have sex with anything that moved—had never tried to hook up with her, and as time passed, Amy found herself soliciting his advice on everything from vacation destinations to boyfriend troubles. In return, she lent a sympathetic ear whenever he needed to gripe about his overachieving family and offered him a woman’s perspective on clinging one-night stands. Over time, they became surprisingly close friends—and all without the attraction that typically accompanied such male-female relationships.

  “That’s good,” Vair murmured, setting his empty glass down on a nearby table. “I’m glad to hear that.”

  Amy, who was finishing her own drink, nearly choked on the sweet liquid. There was something almost possessive in the way Vair was looking at her. His stare spoke of heated male intent, and something more.

  Something that disturbed her greatly.

  Placing her drink on the bar table, Amy gave him a cautious smile and took a couple of steps back. “Thank you for the drink and the dance, but I think I have to get going now.” Her voice sounded steady, even as her heart hammered in her throat. “It’s getting late, and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”

  “I thought you were a student.” Vair stepped closer, ignoring her obvious desire to maintain a distance between them. “Getting your Master’s, isn’t that right?”

  Amy swallowed. “Yes, of course. I just meant that I have a lot of work to do on my thesis.” Shit. He did suspect something—or else he simply enjoyed toying with her, making her nervous. Either way, she needed to get Jay and get out of there.

  She was starting to have a bad feeling about all this.

  “I don’t think your friend is quite ready to leave,” Vair said, glancing at Jay—who was happily sandwiched between the Barbie and the male Krinar. “In fact, I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to stay.” Vair’s voice was filled with amusement, but his eyes gleamed darkly as he turned his attention back to Amy and said softly, “You should stay as well, darling—learn some more about us.”

  Amy opened her mouth to decline his offer, but at that moment, the lights dimmed further and the music changed, becoming twice as loud as before. She could no longer see her friend on the other side of the room; the dark red glow barely allowed her to discern Vair’s features, and he was standing right in front of her.

  “Wait—” she began saying, unnerved by the sudden change of atmosphere, but Vair was already pulling her into his arms again and maneuvering them back into the dancing crowd.

  Chapter 5

  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 op
ened 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.