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

by Pixie Moon

  “Oh, that’s nice of her.” Ryk’s hand moves to my other breast. I moan when he starts rolling my beaded tip. A fresh wave of desire washes over me. When he starts talking again, I force myself to listen even though my clit is throbbing like crazy.

  “Yes, it is. Now back to your questions. All hiropians’ hair is naturally blond. They dye it regularly. Kay loves purple but others dye their hair many colors. Most hiropians let the hair around their areolas grow to waist length, like Kay’s. When tugged it feels very good to them,” he explains.

  “Does the hair cover their whole nipples?” I can’t imagine Ryk not being able to suck my nipples.

  He rolls my bud again causing pleasure to float through me. He whispers into my ear, “No, it doesn’t. The hair grows around the outer edge of their areolas and when braided the hair covers their nipples.”

  I can’t absorb much more with him playing with me. “I’m glad to hear that. Can you take me now?” I rock into his erection and squeeze my thighs around his hips.

  He chuckles. “Soon, seema. The other hiropians are Ray Bing Tet and Day Ping Pet. You’ll meet them later. Just try to stay out of hair range.”

  Ryk slaps my ass and then tickles my sides. I’m forced to giggle and gasp. When his eyes pulse and he growls, I don’t mind at all. When a warning growl comes from him I realize that he’s waiting for a response. “I’ll try.” At a look from him, I add, “I’ll try to remember to stay out of nipple hair range.”

  “Good, you remembered what we were talking about. A seema should always be able to focus on more than her lust.” He slides a finger through my wet folds and slowly circles my clit.

  I close my eyes and rock into his hand. Gripping his shoulders, I squeeze my inner muscles and get ready to come. I’m so close. I inhale his scent and shudder. His finger suddenly leaves my aching bud. My eyes open and I’m just about to start begging when he puts a finger against my lips.

  Ryk stands and places my feet on the floor. “Now that you’re good and ready it’s time for you to enter the room. You are going to hide from me.”

  I look at him in horror. “Why would I do that?” I’m ready for a fucking, right now.

  “Each time I find you, I’ll give you pleasure. The object is to build tension and pleasure through catch and release.” I raise a brow at him. “It also helps seemas build patience and trust,” he adds.

  I press into his solid body. “I do trust you.”

  “I promise you will enjoy the experience and you’ll know for certain that I won’t ever give up until I find you.”

  I frown and step back. “Can’t you just smell me?” This should be easy for him.

  He grins and a predatory glean enters his intense eyes. “The plants in there hinder my sense of smell. So you’ll have to trust that I’ll find you.”

  Well that changes things. I hear a squeal from somewhere deep in the room then a laugh and then a moan.

  Excitement and fear layer my arousal. I look him over. My big guy can find me. But, I should make it difficult for him. My body is still humming from his teasing. I glance at the tent in his pants. If I can cool down this can be fun with a bit of payback.

  A growl rumbles from his chest. “I don’t like the gleam in your eyes, seema.”

  When he steps closer to me, I laugh and jump back. “Are there any dangers I need to know about in there?”

  Ryk shakes his head. “No, all you have to do is hide. Another warrior might find you, but he will move on because you are not his target.”

  When he lunges for me, I jump back and laugh. Feeling free for the first time in a long time, I dart into the room and start looking for a good hiding place. Ryk needs a lesson of his own. I’m no pushover.

  CHAPTER

  31

  ~ Skyla ~

  ♥

  I slip into the maze of plants and quickly get lost.

  Most of the lush plants are over eight feet tall. That makes sense considering some of the zaphinian warriors are over seven and half feet tall. The stone paths are narrow and there are so many that I can’t keep track. I really will need Ryk to find me.

  The sound of water has me going toward it. I gasp when I see a massive stone fountain. It’s beautiful. I step closer and touch part of the mountain range. Water trickles down the slopes.

  In the right upper corner is Zaphin’s square shaped moon. It is dyed pearl colored and has a purple dot in the center just like the real thing. The upper left corner has their circular pearl colored sun with its bright blue ring. The trees carved into the sculpture are tan, green and dark blue just like the real ones. It’s so life like that it takes my breath away.

  Many different weapons are carved into the bottom of the fountain. Ryk has several of them. I watch water run into an oval at the bottom and notice that it gets sucked up and recirculated. It’s amazing.

  Strong arms wrap around me. I stiffen for a second and then relax into Ryk’s embrace. I look up at him. “This is amazing.”

  “Zyf, little seema. You are supposed to be hiding. Instead, I find you standing out in the open for anyone to take.”

  Dang it. “When I saw the fountain I forgot what I was doing.” I turn in his arms and frown up at him. “You shouldn’t have sent me into such a pretty maze. Plus, you said if I’m found by another person he’ll just walk away.”

  He snorts. “Yes, but you are training to evade. What if you were hiding from a grounfos or an alien from another planet that wanted to take you?”

  I guess there is a purpose to this room other than fun. Stinking warriors. “Okay, let me hide again and I promise not to get distracted.” I glance over at the fountain. “I just need to avoid any art. Does the fountain have a special meaning?” It feels like it must. These warriors seem to always have a motive.

  He releases me and steps closer to the fountain. I follow and stand close to him. His gaze is now intense in a different way. My heart sinks. It’s the look of a warrior on a mission.

  “Except for the stone catching the water, this is the zaphinian warriors’ symbol. It reminds us that we are a part of something bigger than ourselves. We are part of a planet and it’s our duty to protect the whole planet and those who live on it—in any means necessary.”

  He’s going to die.

  I appreciate what he does and what he stands for, but I can’t let him have my heart. A squeal startles me from my painful thoughts.

  I look up when Ryk growls. “I don’t think I like what’s going through your mind, seema. Zaphinian warriors are trained to plan in order to stay alive.”

  Footfalls running away have me looking around. When I hear a squeal and then a grunt and a moan, I look back up into his icy gaze. The predator in him is back. I shiver and he grins showing off his pearly fangs.

  “Now it’s time for me to train you to stay alive, seema.”

  A squeak erupts from me when he kneels and pulls me down over his knee. My hands flatten out on the stone floor. My short skirt is whisked up and then a hard slap has my ass stinging.

  I gasp as three more blows have fire going through my jiggling flesh. “Dang it. I got it.” Two more hard slaps have me crying out.

  “That’s no way to address me, seema.” Three more stinging slaps rain down on my butt.

  “Dang it, that hurts.” Another slap lands. “I’m sorry, Din Ryk WavTe.” Note to self, don’t piss off a warrior who is training you.

  “That’s better, seema.” I sag over his thighs when his large hand caresses my heated skin.

  The tenderness in his touch. Reignites my desire for him. A shiver runs through me when his hand spreads my thighs wider and his fingertips explore my dampness. The exploration goes on and on. I moan as need builds in my core. When his finger gets close to my aching knot of nerves, I shift trying to get him to rub me just the right way.

  His masculine chuckle has me moaning for a different reason. He’s not going to get me off just yet. Sure enough, I feel my skirt being flipped down and then he’s standing a
nd pulling me to my feet.

  He weaves his fingers through my hair and tugs until I look him in the eyes. “This time I want you to hide as though your life depends upon it.” His free hand rubs my hot butt. “The sting in your sweet ass will serve as a reminder of your mission.” He gives my ass another swat making me cringe. “Don’t get distracted again, Skyla Burgin.” He turns me around and gives me a light push. “Go.”

  Dang it. Since he used my name I can’t stay mad at him for lighting my ass up. He’s just trying to help me. I dodge around and crawl under a massive cluster of plants. He wants to play hard, I can do that.

  Making myself as small as possible, I listen and barely breathe. I hear a couple moaning not too far away. The sounds of them having sex makes me think of Ryk’s touch and the feel of him filling me up. My clit pulses and moisture trickles from me. My body is more than ready to be thrust into. But that’s not going to happen right now.

  I stiffen when I get a glimpse of someone passing my hiding place. I strain my eyes and notice a pair of black boots just three feet away. I stay deadly still. When the boots move away, I barely contain a victory laugh. This is fun.

  Until the boots come back and get closer. Dang it. Am I caught? My mind whirls. No, I’m not caught until hands are firmly on me. This is a big place. I silently laugh as I inch backward. I don’t stop watching the boots until I’m clear of the plants and on another path.

  I stand and turn with a smile on my face. Then it falls. “Dang it.”

  Ryk gives off a victory shout as he scoops me up and squeezes me to his solid frame. “You did well, seema. Do you know what you did that got you caught?”

  I sag into him. My heart swells when he chuckles. I love making him happy. I look up into his serious eyes. “I didn’t look before I came out of my hiding place.” He grins as he nods and sets me on my feet. I point through the plants. “I saw boots on the other side and thought it was you. I thought I was clear.”

  “You have learned a valuable lesson, seema.” Din Tairin clicks his tongue as he rounds the plants and slaps Ryk on the shoulder. His gaze zeros in on me. “Sometimes people work in teams.”

  My jaw drops. I wave my hand between Ryk and myself. “What? I thought this was one on one.” I point at Tairin. “Isn’t he here with Tling By?”

  That predatory light reenters Ryk’s eyes. “Yes, but while she’s hiding, he saw the plants move and chose to help me teach you a lesson. Thank him, seema.”

  I snort and cut my gaze to Din Tairin’s. I don’t like the victory I see in his eyes. “Thank you, Din Tairin.”

  Both males lean in and sniff me. Ryk slaps me on the ass making me yelp. “Next time mean it, little seema.”

  Tairin’s gaze turns serious. “We didn’t cheat. You have to be aware of anyone who can see you. Informants are everywhere.”

  My heart softens. He really is trying to help me. “Thank you, Din Tairin. I’ll remember that.”

  “Your welcome, seema.” Tairin’s gaze moves to Ryk. “Time for me to find Tling By.” Tairin slips into the maze and disappears.

  Strong arms wrap around me. “Time for your reward, seema.”

  The passion in his voice has a fresh ribbon of lust flowing through my core. His lips crash down on mine. My pulse speeds up. His tongue parts my lips and comes in. I welcome the taste of him. I clutch at his shoulders and then run my hands over his rippling back.

  I gasp when I realize I’m being laid down. I didn’t even know we were moving. He growls softly. The sound causes the fire in me to flare higher. When he pulls back to look down at me, I see that I’m on a lounge. A huge one. Males like him need furniture this size. I look him over. His fitted clothes show just how powerful he is. The intensity in his gaze is what matters most. He wants me. And I want him.

  Another growl vibrates through his chest. The sound has me slicking up even more. My core tightens when he flips my top up and stares hungrily at my breasts. Right now I’m glad they are big. I need his attention.

  He presses his knee between my thighs. “Rock into me, seema.”

  I arch my hips as he leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth. Pleasure courses through me. “Yes.”

  When he starts rolling my other nipple between rough fingers I nearly come. His strong body continues to press, suck, and play with mine until I’m panting. Ryk’s keeping my climax just out of reach. Need pounds through my veins. I grind my pussy against his thigh and tighten my core. He growls and scoots his leg back. Bastard.

  “Please,” I beg. I’ll do anything. He kisses my taut buds once more and then massages my breasts with firm hands. Arrows of lust shoot to my center. My inner walls clench. I silently beg him to slide two fingers inside me. The remembrance of his curling fingers pressing deep inside me has me shuddering and panting harder.

  I spread my legs wider and run my fingers through his hair. He moans as he slides a hand down my belly and between my legs. I rock into his hand. Pleasure spears through me. I inhale his scent and revel in the carnal high his masculine smell gives me.

  Thick fingers glide between my wet folds. I arch hard into his hand. He groans and nips at my nipple. The feel of his fangs grazing my skin has me begging, “Just one bite. Please, Din Ryk.”

  I lift into his mouth and whine when he moves back. The fingers between my legs stop moving. I look into his eyes. The dark blue strands are pulsing. I slide my hand down his chest and to the tent in his pants. He shudders and then jumps back.

  He flips my top back down and then puts out a hand and helps me off the lounge. I sputter as he helps me up. I don’t want up. I want release.

  Ryk closes his eyes and sniffs his fingers and then licks them. Heat flares through me as he opens his eyes and says, “Delicious. But if you want more than my fingers you have to do better.” He points to the maze.

  Dang it. “Okay,” I grumble. I take one last look at the outline of his massive erection and then head back into the maze. His masculine chuckle follows me. Fine, he wants me to do better, I will. I smile when I think of how much his cock must ache. At least I’m not alone in my needy pain.

  If he wants me to work for it, I will. I can be tough like him. Smart too, just like him. Being with a warrior isn’t all bad. I slip down a path and look over my shoulder to make sure Ryk isn’t right behind me. The path is clear. Whew. I don’t want any more teasing. Pleasing, yes. Teasing, no.

  Focusing on the sounds around me and seeing as much as I can through the plants, I round the curve to my right and suck in a breath.

  Tling By has her head thrown back as Tairin plunges his big cock into her. She’s bent over a smooth slab of stone with her pink legs spread wide. Tairin’s hips snap back and forth in a carnal rush but the finger he has circling the entrance in the petrokian’s back is tender. Her moans of pleasure make me want Ryk to be thrusting into me. Stretching me.

  A small moan slides past my lips. I know Tairin has to know I’m here. But he keeps his focus on making Tling By feel good. If I want Ryk doing that to me I have to get moving.

  A surprised gasp from nearby has me slipping into the plants. I go one way and then another just in case I was seen. I push through the plants and find myself facing a huge rock. Footsteps coming my way have me darting behind the stone.

  My breathing is heavy and my heart pounds so loudly I fear being found. Focusing on my surroundings, I pretend I’m a trained warrior. My heart slows but my attention stays on high alert.

  When I hear the footsteps start around the rock, I creep away from the footsteps. At the sound of each one, I take a step. I sag with relief when I’m back to my original position behind the massive stone and I hear the footsteps walking away.

  The sound of leaves rustling has me looking to see another female hiding. It’s Fraysta. The reslikian’s purple hair stands out against the tan plant she’s in the midst of. She puts a finger to her lips. I nod and start to move on. If she’s here a male will come looking for her soon. I don’t want to be ratted out
again.

  I slip around the rock and freeze when a male comes into my cove. He smiles and winks at me before moving on. Dang it. That was close. Not totally trusting him, I slide into the plants and move through them until I enter another cove. This one has a statue of a couple embracing.

  I think of how much I’ve come to like Ryk’s arms around me. The pulse between my legs beats faster at the thought of my big guy. I look at the statue and note the similarities to us. He’s dressed in combat clothes and she’s dressed in club clothes. His face is full of confidence as he looks down at her and her face is filled with trust as she looks up into his eyes. Beautiful.

  A pinch of pain needles through my heart. I wish I could be that trusting. Trust can’t save a heart, my realistic side says.

  He saved you several times already. Ryk is trustworthy. He won’t hurt your heart, my pro-Ryk side points out.