by Pixie Moon
Din Tairin stares at the male. “What do you need, Din Helde JarFe?”
“Is she a plaything?”
“No, she’s my seema.”
The male’s gold, silver, and teal gaze looks me over before returning to Din Tairin. “Her eyes are close together.”
I shift in my chair. Flipping fuck. Tairin has a way of making me forget I’m not good enough for him. Not pretty enough for my pretty boy warrior. This is a good reminder. I can’t forget again.
Hardening my heart, I stare at the rude warrior. He’s an ass. Nobody likes having their delusion removed. Even if it’s good for them.
Din Tairin leans forward in his chair. “There is nothing wrong with her eyes.”
Din Helde looks back at me and then at Tairin. “No, there isn’t. I was just making an observation. Close eyes are easier to take out in battle. She would need to dodge like you.” He pauses and looks around for a moment. “Now that I know she’s not a plaything, I’ll move on.” He turns and slips into the crowd.
I don’t know what to think about Din Helde. Maybe he is just a warrior at heart. I didn’t get any mean vibes from him. And he did want me. He’s just not good with people.
My past flashes before my eyes like a bad movie. I’m not good with people either.
A soft growl from Tairin has my gaze cutting to his. The returned lust in his pretty eyes has my clit firing back up. I glance around and see several males thrusting into females who look very happy. The sensual air thickens around me again.
Fraysta is now being fucked by Din Soja on the dance floor. Their graceful movements are hot. When she raises her leg higher and grinds into him, I turn to my warrior and pull his face down until my lips crush into his. The contact has my pulse jumping to the wild beat swirling through the club. I need to take what I want while I can. Tairin’s scent and taste fill my senses. I can’t get enough of him. I want to dominate him. He’s mine.
He growls. The rough vibration only enflames my need. I sink my fingers into his soft hair and tug the curling ends as my tongue delves deeper into his mouth.
Desire bursts through me. I reach down and unfasten his pants. Lust pushes me to pull his hard length out and climb onto his lap. He growls again. The need to take what I want rides me hard. I tug my hem up and then line my wet entrance up to the thick head of his cock.
A hard swat to my ass has me gasping and looking into intense gold and purple eyes. Flipping fuck, a mix of lust and dominance fills his eyes. In my need, I forgot who I’m dealing with. Din Tairin is no pushover.
His large hands grip my hips and slide my wet folds down the back side of his length and settles my aching sex against the lower section of his pulsing shaft.
He nips my ear. "I'm in control, Kinsey Lea. Don't forget your place."
The growl in his voice adds to my lust. I should be pissed but I'm too horny to stay mad at him. I need him. I need his hard shaft pumping in and out of me.
"Please," I beg as I rock into his velvet covered steely length. He growls again and now I get that it's a sexual warning sound. He tightens his grip on my hips so I can't move and then has the nerve to go back to talking to his twin and Din Von.
His masculine scent and the rumble of his voice keep my pussy aching. The strange need to dominate him doesn't go away but I'm smart enough to know that I can't control my domineering alien. He's too flipping big and strong.
I clutch his thick arms and relish the feel of power. I love and hate his strength. He's got me all messed up. When he shifts, my slick folds get a taste of the friction they want. I moan and rest my head on his chest. His hands start caressing my needy ass. I inhale deeply and moan at the scent of my arousal mixed with his manly scent.
Need fills me to the brim. My hands inch toward his base bulge. That little pleasure giver. Just when my finger brushes it, he releases a warning growl. I long to growl back but fear what he’ll do. I need his cock. When I move my hands back to his arms, he nuzzles my neck and his chest vibrates with a soft sexual growl. Carnal fire heats my clit. Flipping fuck, I need him. I moan when he kisses my ear and presses my sex firmly against his hard shaft.
"Your submission will be rewarded, seema." He rolls his hips as he grips my waist and lifts me up.
His thick crown easily finds my wet hole. Relief spikes through me as his cock fills me completely.
He easily raises and lowers me up and down his length. All I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. In this moment, I'm loving his power. The tension in me builds and builds.
I need him to push me over the edge. "Please."
A growl rumbles up through his chest and then he thrusts his hips and pushes me all the way down his pulsing shaft. His base bulge kisses my swollen clit at the same time he sinks his fangs into my shoulder. Sensations burst through me, rocking my body and blinding me.
His cock swells and then releases jets of hot seed. Satisfaction shudders through my entire body.
I sag against him. The power in his body is heady. I float in bliss as he pulls his fangs out and rocks into me for a long pleasurable while.
The sound of his voice brings me out of my sensual haze. He's addressing Dins Zar and Ryk. Heat fires my blood and it’s not the good kind. My naked ass is shining and Tairin’s semi-hard shaft is still inside me. Flipping fuck. He makes me forget everything.
He slides out of me, stands, and then turns me toward his friends. I tug my hem down as he tucks his length into his pants. I bite my lip and look into Din Ryk’s icy eyes. He searches my soul with a knowing grin on his ruggedly handsome face. He knows I’m embarrassed. At his nod I look into Din Zar’s teal and silver eyes. His soul search is normal as well, no hints of disapproval or disgust. These guys really accept sex as natural. I don’t need to be embarrassed. Not on this planet.
At Skyla’s request the guys let us sit next to each other so we can talk while they do.
Skyla’s eyes glitter with joy. "I'm dang glad to see you fitting in so well."
"Me too," Hallie adds. "It's different here." She glances at Din Zar and then back to me. "In a good way."
Skyla pats her protruding belly. “Yes, in a good way.”
In no time, they have me laughing at some of their crazy experiences on Zaphin. What a way to learn about my new home.
Home. Can I find a home and family here?
A flash of maroon nears us. Hallie stands up. "Mayren, have you met Din Tairin's seema, Kinsey Lea?"
"No." Mayren’s light pink lips curl prettily. "It's nice to meet you, Kinsey Lea. I've only been a plaything for a moon cycle. It's in exciting club with good people. I'm lucky to be here."
The cute mewmosian’s energy blends well with the vibe of the club. I stand and finish greeting her. I look at my new friends. All of us are lucky to be here.
We only get to talk for a few minutes before Mayren’s light blue gaze shifts and lights up. Her gaze seems locked in place. I look over and see Din Noleb. The warrior seems mesmerized by Mayren. After he snaps out of it, he goes over to the guys and talks to them for a moment. In no time at all he's standing next to Mayren and asking her to play with him. She gives us a happy wave and then lets him lead her into the crowd.
"Mayren’s about to get a taste of the wrestling mat," Hallie says.
"You know it. Din Noleb FabKe loves to wrestle,” Skyla agrees.
"I haven't done that." I glance around. "Actually, I haven't even been to all the rooms in this club."
Hallie looks at Din Zar and then leans in close, so does Skyla. Hallie says, "The grounfos have the guys distracted. Once things are under control Din Tairin can show you around."
Skyla grins from ear to ear. "The playrooms are fun. I'm sure Din Tairin will bring you to one of them soon."
"Playrooms? What are those?"
"Fun rooms. I love the Hide and Seek room," Hallie says her voice high with emotion.
"Oh yeah, that's a good one." Skyla looks at me. "With time you'll visit them all. This is a big club."
; I hope her words ring true. Tling By dances past with a warrior. Her pink skin is glowing in the lights. Her white eyes brighten when she sees us. She smiles and waves. I wave back. She looks happy. I remember her telling me I could find happiness here. I think she was right. I’m glad she works here. I need to get to know the sweet petrokian better.
Through the strobing light, a male approaches the guys. I swear I hear Din Zar groan.
Din Tairin settles back in his chair. "What can we do for you, Tin WorMoc?"
The light of remembrance strikes. Tin is the male that was whining about the bartenders putting on a show, wasting time.
Tin gestures around. "You can save money if you cut off the strobe lights."
Din Ryk blows out a frustrated breath. "The lights add to the energetic atmosphere."
"They cost a lot," Tin says.
Din Tairin tsks. "We don't care. This club is all about fun and releasing tension." He looks pointedly into Tin’s green and silver eyes. "Warriors need tension relief."
Oh, Tin is not a Din so he doesn't understand.
Tin frowns. "I brought it up to a few people and they agreed with me."
"Who?" Din Ryk asks.
Tin doesn't catch the slight growl in the warrior’s tone. Yep, Tin is a civilian.
Tin steps closer as a loud song fills the club. "Some of my friends and a few of the caterers."
"I take it none of them are warriors," Din Tairin says.
"Well, no," Tin answers looking confused.
Din Ryk blows out another breath. "They don't understand a warrior’s needs. We appreciate your concern but the warriors come first in the club, not money. You are new here so that’s something you’ll have to grasp."
Confusion continues to cloud Tin’s face as he nods and then walks off.
"Get out of my way you prelling reslikian trash." The sharp voice cuts through the area. Several people stop and stare at the abusive petrokian. Looks like some petrokians are not nice like Tling By.
"You take that back. My sister is good, unlike you," a male yells.
Cruel laughter follows. Din Ryk stands and calls the pink female over, “Looki My, come.”
I jump at his tone and so do Hallie and Skyla. But Looki My doesn’t. When her white gaze lands on Din Ryk her whole attitude changes. She meekly walks over to the guys, all of them are scowling at her. The reslikians follow.
My heart twists when I realize that it’s Rosda and her twin Rosman. They are nice. I’ve even eaten with them at the restaurant. I frown at the petrokian and notice that Hallie and Skyla are as well.
Looki My’s eyes take on a false look of sorrow and then she turns to the twins. “I’m sorry. I’m not feeling well and I took it out on you.”
Oh, feeling bad will change your behavior. I feel sorry for all of them…until I remember the ugly look on Looki My’s face before she realized she was busted. I’ll reserve sympathy or judgment for later.
Looki My squirms under the guys’ stares. “I’m also horny. Sex would help.”
I have heard that some petrokians get snappish when they go for even half a day without sex. Maybe that is all that’s wrong with her. I just don’t know. But her attitude doesn’t make me want to get to know her better.
A tough looking warrior steps forward. “I can help her out.”
“Thank you, Din Broc.”
Din Broc leads her away. His shifty eyes make me wonder about him. Flipping fuck, it’s not easy being a club owner. My heart goes out to the guys.
As the guys settle into their chairs, Din Ryk says, “Something feels off with her.”
Din Zar adds, “Yes, but she could be having trouble adjusting since she hasn’t been here long.”
Din Tairin dips his chin and tsks. “True, but she came to us for a job. She’ll have to do better or be fired.”
“I agree,” Din Zar says.
“We’ll keep an eye on her,” Din Ryk says.
We females huddle and the girls start talking about life here. I agree with them, even with some flaws it’s better than Earth.
My gaze is drawn to Din Tairin. My heart flutters. His strength and kindness are a big draw. I’m liking him more each day. I’m going to cry if he leaves me anytime soon. Yeah, I want to stay with him for a long time…maybe forever.
Din Tairin feels like home.
That’s a dangerous thought. But I can’t stop it. He inhales and his eyes are lightly glowing as they lock with mine.
I give him a small smile and he returns it. My foolish heart flutters with more force. I can’t tell him how much I like him. Desperate for love scares people off and looks bad.
I don’t want to look bad to him…ever.
CHAPTER
17
~ Din Tairin ~
♥
“Do these stalks look thinner?” Zar asks. His voice has a sweetly innocent sound to it.
“No, TocGar,” Ash returns, unphased. “Quit trying to mess with us because we are not falling for it.”
“That’s right, you three will lose this race,” Zairin taunts as he bumps fists with Ash.
I give Ryk and Zar a meaningful look. We run and jump out into the stalk filled canyon as far as we can. We have to beat Zairin, Von, and Ash to the other side.
The stalk I catch and cling to starts sinking, I leap to a more stable one. I have no desire to fall into the thick thorn bushes below. Those things hurt worse than a dagstabs quills.
I look back and see Von has landed close to me. Prel, I need to hustle ass. As I leap from one stalk to the next the sun beats down unmercifully. This training session is going to be prelling awful. I barely dodge being slapped in the face when I land on the next stalk. Prelling leaves. I hate these plants and the thorn bushes below.
Through the stalks I see that Ryk and Zar are making good ground. The crunching of a stalk behind me proves that Zairin, Von, and Ash are doing well too. I leap up and land on a stalk tall enough to see a flash of yellow. A purrdot flower. That flower would love Kinsey Lea’s scent as much as I do.
A crack tears through the canyon. I see that Ryk and Zar are fine. Zairin yells as he leaps from the snapping stalk to another one. Another crack sounds and Zairin starts falling. “Prelling star,” Von shouts as he throws his knives. Metal whizzes through the plants cutting a lot before returning to Von. Zairin lands with a thud. I leap close enough to see that Von’s throwing knives have cut a stalk cushion. I laugh as I leap quickly away one stalk to the next. Their group grumbles at the slow down.
It doesn’t take long before I hear them coming. If Zairin had gotten stuck in the thorn bushes that would have really slowed them down.
Sweat slicks my hands, I rub my palms over my pants legs while in midair. Dust from the plant I land on flies around me. “I can’t wait for this to be over.”
“Me either,” Von agrees.
“Speaking of needing things to be over, we need to do something about Tin WorMoc,” Ryk says.
“Prelling right, he’s pissing off a lot of people,” Zairin says.
“True. Now he has the brewmars riled. He told them to eat less,” I say as I keep moving through this black starring terrain.
“Yes, and a few days ago he told the cleaning staff to use less soap,” Von adds in.
“We’ll make it a club priority to do something about him,” Von says.
Between leaps and dust flying we all agree. Because Tin is young and wants to help, we’ll keep him for now. But we have to find a better job for him. Helping with club finances is not his thing. His education is hindering him in this case.
Zar lands on a stalk close to me. “Your seema is falling for you. That’s good.”
We all move on through the rough terrain. Ryk gets close and says, “The scent of her love is pleasing.”
Love. Does she love me? I’ll have to pay more attention. The prelling grounfos have me working too much and I don’t see a quick end to this problem.
The next stalk I land on crumbles. I move to another and i
t too deteriorates. The thorn bushes get closer and closer.
Zairin pulls me up and over.
“Thanks.” He’s a good twin.
“No problem. Are you okay?” he asks.
My heart is pounding. “I’ll be fine.”
“Good,” Zairin says with a twinkle in his gold and purple eyes.
He’s up to something. Zairin moves in a blur. Something wraps around my wrists. I look down as Zairin laughs and leaps away.
“Black star.” It takes a few seconds for me to free myself from the sticky vine around my wrists. When I get back to crossing the canyon I see that Zairin, Von, and Ash are now ahead of us.