Don't Make Me Love You (Club Release 2)

by Pixie Moon

  As I suck and lap at his tip I reach up and rub my fingers over his base bulge. His growl drives me on. I grip his thick shaft with my free hand and start pumping along his length as I continue to rub the sensitive spot at the base of his cock.

  His hand fists my hair and his muscles tighten. I get a sample of his sweet and salty cum. Needing more I suck harder and pump his solid length faster.

  “Zyfing wonderful.” His hands press my head forward and don’t stop until I gag. He shudders and releases more of his delicious cum. I swallow and gasp when he pulls me off his cock and lifts me in the air.

  I gasp again when he presses me against the glass. I automatically wrap my legs around his lean waist. He buries his face in my neck and growls softly as he fits his cock to my eager entrance and starts pushing his way inside me.

  A moan rumbles from my chest as his huge cock stretches me to the limit. I squirm as he presses deeper and deeper. Just at the point of pain, his cock starts expanding outward to stretch my passage with a wider girth. It feels so good. So freaking good.

  “Oh, you are amazing.” I start panting and when I hear another female cry out in pleasure I realize that I don’t care about being seen at all.

  We have to look just like all of the others who are doing the same beautiful erotic dance of lust and love. I falter at the word love. One thrust from Ryk and all I can focus on is releasing the carnal tension that’s coiled tightly in my core.

  He grips the bottom of my butt and spreads my cheeks wide as he drives into me. His heavy cock grazes all of the sweet spots in my pussy. I shudder and grip his powerful shoulders. My core pulses and my channel gets slicker.

  “So zyfing wet and tight.” He powers into me bringing me closer and closer to the release I desperately need.

  His fangs graze my neck. I buck my hips in anticipation. A masculine chuckle vibrates through his chest. “You like that, little seema? Do you want release?”

  When I don’t respond right away, he buries his cock fully into me and then stops. I grind into him and shudder when his base bulge presses harder into my hungry clit. Yes, it feels so good. When he pulls back just a bit, I whimper in need.

  He rakes his fangs over my shoulder just to the side of the thin strap holding my top up. I shudder and squirm in his hold. “Are you hungry for punishment or release?”

  Through a lusty haze, I stare into his mesmerizing icy eyes. I should have answered quicker. “Release, Din Ryk. Please.” My inner muscles clench around his hard length. He feels so good buried deep in me.

  He shudders and grips my ass tighter. “Good,” he growls.

  His hips powerfully surge and retreat. I moan and arch into him. His strong body keeps my legs wide open as he takes me. The feel of his thick shaft stretching and filling me over and over has me panting in need.

  I dig my fingernails into his muscular arms. He growls and sinks his fangs into my shoulder. A burst of light flashes before my eyes. The beat flowing through the club seems to make the light brighter and more colorful. When he buries his fangs deeper, I scream and shudder as ecstasy blinds me.

  Ryk grips me tighter as he rams into me one last time. His base bulge kisses my clit and sends me over the edge again. Our cries mingle with the beat as we shudder in pure bliss.

  His breath blows over my skin as I float in a satisfied haze.

  The feel of his warm breath on my neck, his cock lightly pulsing inside me, and his seed running along my thighs feels right. I’m too drawn to him.

  My heart longs to belong to him and him alone. The foolish thing wants to stay with him forever. He makes me long for dangerous things. Things that lead to agony.

  As he eases my legs to the floor and guides me back to our seat, I rebuild the shield around my heart.

  He pulls me onto his lap and whispers into my ear, “You did well, Skyla. I’m proud of you.”

  His softly spoken words make the freshly rebuilt shield around my heart crack.

  CHAPTER

  26

  ~ Skyla ~

  ♥

  Ryk is at work and my chores are done for the day. I can’t shake the dark cloud that’s hanging over me.

  I drop down onto the couch and then flop over and lie down on it. Why does life have to be so hard?

  Springing up, I start pacing the living room. “Stop being a wuss.”

  I trudge back and forth. “This is not helping.” My voice echoes off the walls. The sound only heightens my emotional state.

  It’s been days since I’ve left this house. I drop onto the couch and lie down. A sound has me jerking to a seated position. I look around and then out the back window. My ears strain to hear the sound again. I glance around expectantly. Is Ryk home? My muscles ache as I listen. Cold silence.

  He’s not here. The dark cloud around me grows larger. My heart feels like its being squeezed in a powerful fist. I suck in a few deep breaths and then drop back down and stare at the ceiling. “Don’t get attached to him. Love is bad.”

  I sit back up and look outside. Tapping my fingers against my thigh, I slip back in time. Dillon.

  On Earth another year has passed since he died. Pain swells in my throat. A tremor slices through me. Tears threaten. I look up and blink them away. Love is bad.

  “I can’t let Ryk get to me.” I don’t like the quiver in my voice. I have to get myself under control.

  “Think about good things,” I mutter. My fingers tap harder. I get up and start pacing again. Movement catches my eye so I stop to look out the window to the backyard. A few birds are flying around and the breeze is blowing the leaves of the trees. I look at all of the lush plants. In the distance I see three green ringed tails dance before they disappear into the jungle. Looks like I missed a visit from our pet. I’m not on Earth anymore, that’s for sure.

  Life here is good. I think of Dillon’s beautiful smile. Pain flares through my throat again. I must not forget how quick life can go from good to bad.

  I glance around Ryk’s large house. My heart sinks. He needs children. The cloud around me thickens as a tear races down my cheek. I wipe it away. I’m not good enough for him. My barren body will never be able to give him what he needs. I flinch when I remember how strong and handsome Ryk is. Another tear slides down my cheek. I wipe it away and swallow a few times. He needs a female that can have his babies. One that can preserve his strength by giving it to the next generation.

  “Stop it,” I whisper around the knot in my throat.

  I drop onto the massive couch and flop down to stare at the ceiling again. I spread my arms out. The size of this couch reminds me of how large Ryk and his friends are. I’m just a puny human to them.

  The pain in my throat travels down to my chest and grips my heart. I don’t have any value here at all. I close my eyes to stop anymore tears from trying to escape. I take a shuddering breath and try to calm down.

  A deep inhale and soft growl has my eyelids springing open. Ryk is frowning down at me.

  “What’s wrong, seema?”

  Every fucking thing.

  ~ Ryk ~

  The stench of sorrow and great pain welcomes me home.

  My heart starts to pound as I look around and see Skyla lying on the couch with her eyes closed. What the prelling black star is wrong? I look closely at her face. Is that a tear streak? My vents flare as my heart swells.

  I inhale and growl as I’m filled with the scent of her agony. Her pretty green eyes open. The misery in them almost brings me to my knees. “What’s wrong, seema?”

  She swallows but doesn’t answer. I grit my teeth. “What is wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She sits up and pinches her lips together.

  Black star. I raise a brow and stare at her like I do young warriors that are out of line. “Don’t lie to me, little human.”

  Skyla gets up and starts pacing. The nervous tremor in her hand raises my concern to full on alarm. Now I can smell her determination too. She is also trying to close herself off from me. I don’t like
that at all. Pain flashes through my chest. I need her to be happy here on Zaphin.

  When she paces back my way, I step in front of her. Skyla’s shoulders sag as she stops. Without looking into my eyes, she says, “I can’t keep doing this. I need more.”

  My heart rams against my ribcage. I blow out a breath and ask, “Do you want to go to Club Release and become a live-sex-plaything?” Say no. Say no, I silently beg.

  She tugs at a tendril of dark blonde hair and then looks up at me. The pain in her eyes shoots daggers through my heart.

  “Are you tired of me?” The catch in her voice sends another dagger through my heart.

  “No.” I inhale. My answer didn’t ease her as much as it should have. A flash of anger blasts through me. I haven’t done anything wrong. “What more do you want?”

  Her brows snap together and her hands fling out. “I need to be around people.”

  A warning growl vibrates through my chest. “You have me.”

  Her lips press into a flat line. She gestures around and stares me dead in the eyes. “You aren’t here much during the day.”

  I grit my teeth. “That’s because I have to work.” It’s my turn to gesture around. “All of this isn’t free.” I point at her. “You weren’t free.”

  Her cheeks turn red and the scent of her anger dominates the room. I’d rather have her mad than sad. I can sympathize a little with her. Being here alone so much of the time would get boring. But that’s what seemas do. I lose some of my sympathy.

  Skyla’s small nostrils flare. “Well, I can get a job and pay you back, Din Ryk WavTe.”

  I don’t like her tone but she is prelling cute when she’s mad. “Your job is here.”

  “Oh, so I’m getting paid?” She raises a brow so high that it gets lost behind her hair.

  Her attitude is bringing back my anger. I try to control it but fail. I growl another warning. “Are you telling me, I’m not providing for you?” If I wasn’t so attracted to her I’d consider giving her away. The thought of her leaving sends another dagger through my heart.

  Another growl vibrates through my chest. Black star! Skyla Burgin is prelling with my mind. Why is she able to make me smile, laugh, burn with lust, and piss me off?

  Her shoulders sag. “I’m not saying that. I need something more. I need to be around other people. Humans don’t stay in cages well.” She looks around. “Even pretty ones.”

  I inhale and find that her anger is gone and her sadness has returned. My heart drops. “Are you saying you want to work at the club?” I don’t like the idea of that, but I can’t stand to see her so sad. I’ll let her go if that’s what she needs. Even if it breaks my heart.

  Her lips purse and then she shakes her head. “No, I don’t want to work as a plaything.” She bites her lip and then looks up at me. Hope fills her pretty eyes. “Could I work at your brother’s restaurant?”

  Relief blasts through me. My heart soars. “I’ll contact my brother. Get me some stros while I do it.”

  Her broad smile brightens my world. “Yes, Din Ryk. Thank you.”

  As she turns and heads from the room, I inhale her scent. It is filled with hope and a touch of happiness. I like it. I like it too much.

  Using my speed, I remove all of my weapons and then get to the task at hand. While I press a few buttons to connect with Tymor, I recall Skyla telling me she needed more when we were at the club. I should have taken her words to heart.

  When the link goes through, I quickly fill my brother in on my situation. Since he needs some help he agrees to train her. That she’s good with babies is an added benefit.

  I feel her in the room and turn to see her holding my mug of stros and looking at me with bright hopeful eyes. My heart jumps. She is a true treasure.

  I finish my conversation and then take my stros.

  “Din Tymor said you can start being trained tomorrow.” Her squeal of happiness has my heart leaping.

  “Thank you, thank you.” She bounces around and then stops and bites her lip. “I can pay you back…you know for buying me. How much do I owe you? Your brother is going to pay me isn’t he? I mean I’d work at the restaurant for free, you know, because I love serving people food. Food is comforting.”

  Another growl vibrates through my chest. I put my stros on a nearby table and then grab her up. She squeals when I hug her tightly to me. “You don’t owe me anything, little seema. I’m sorry I said that.”

  Skyla sinks into my arms and then looks up at me. “I’m sorry I was ugly to you.”

  The feel of her soft body pressed against mine and her happy scent are heating me up. She does crazy things to me. I rock my hips making sure she can feel my need.

  I smile when she moans and rubs her plump breasts against my chest. I picture my cock sliding between her soft full mounds. My cock jerks at that thought. Yes, fucking her breasts will be a great way to heat both of us up before I slide into her wet pussy and push us over the edge.

  I inhale her desire and give her a fanged smile. “I know how you can make it up to me, seema.” I pick her up and as she wraps her legs around my waist, I run my fangs lightly over her neck. When she shivers and moans, I do it again.

  “I’ll gladly pay that price,” she says. Her hands glide down my back and squeeze my ass as I carry her to our bedroom.

  With my cock pulsing, I growl softly against her ear. “Don’t forget who’s in charge, seema.”

  Her nostrils flare and her green eyes reveal just how much she wants me. She squeezes my ass again and rolls her hips. “Remind me.”

  That does it. The need to dominate her fires my blood. I leap onto our bed and pin her lush body with mine. Her yelp of surprise pleases the dominant within me. I press my body heavily into hers and then reach down and slide a finger through her hot folds and into her wet pussy. I smile when a shiver runs through her body.

  I growl into her ear and revel in the thickening scent of her arousal. It’s time to remind her who she’s been messing with.

  CHAPTER

  27

  ~ Skyla ~

  ♥

  Excited energy zips through me.

  Ryk just left after bringing me inside Midday and More and handing me over to Din Tymor. The smell of food cooking and the activities in the kitchen remind me of my life on Earth.

  Tymor hands me a small black apron with two pockets. After tying it around my waist, I listen closely as he leads me around and shows me what he needs me to do. I start chopping veggies with relish.

  Working feels good. The familiarity of it feeds my soul almost as much as being with Ryk does. I freeze in the middle of prepping the special. No, this job needs to be my main focus. I could very well be here longer than my warrior. Pain grips my heart. I don’t want anything to happen to him. I want him to be the center of my world.

  Din Zima comes in carrying their son. She stops and inhales near me. I smile and force myself to think good thoughts. I don’t want to be fired on my first day all because they can scent my inner turmoil.

  My heart melts at the sight of little Sakmor. He’s so cute. I wish I could have babies. I mentally slap myself. It’s enough just being here around a baby. I think of my niece for a moment. Molly is most likely dancing around Sunny and Alberta right now.

  Before I can sink too deeply into my painful past, the kitchen door whooshes open and in breezes the curvy mewmosian I saw working here before. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees me. For a moment I fear she may not want to work with a human…and then she smiles.

  “What have we here? Din Ryk’s seema, correct?” She looks me over with lively light blue eyes. Her black hair is pulled back in a ponytail like mine. But she has crazy bangs that stick out everywhere. They suit her.

  Din Zima walks over. “Kaksie, this is Skyla. She’ll be working here. I’ll need you to help her out.” Zima turns to me. “If you need some help go to Kaksie first. She’s good at her job. But she gossips too much.”

  Kaksie’s jaw drops. “I do
not.” She winks at me. “I’m just informative.”

  Din Zima snorts and then goes back to the food she’s cooking.

  Kaksie leans in close to me. “I’ll tell you all about Sten in a bit, he works here too. He’s a nice kid.”

  “Who’s a nice kid?” a deep voice asks from behind me.

  I whip around to see the zaphinian male I’d seen working here before. His seven foot tall frame screams that he’s not a kid.

  Kaksie laughs. “You are.” His frown doesn’t faze her. “Sten this is Skyla. She’ll be working here.”

  He growls and gestures toward me as he looks at Kaksie. “I’m not a kid and it’s obvious that she’s working here.” He turns to me and smiles. “Hi, Skyla. If you need any help you can come to me.”