MULTIPLE MEN—ALIENS—WERE TOUCHING her.
And inside of her.
At once.
Others were waiting their turn. And judging by the euphoric, inhuman sounds coming out of her, the beautiful Emmy award-winning actress was one hundred percent down with this. Then again, they’d likely bitten her, and as Jay had said, a bite from a K was like Ecstasy combined with heroin and amplified tenfold.
Tauce nudged me from behind and I stumble-entered the room—having tripped over my own slack jaw as I tried to block out the sounds that I was hearing. To un-see what I was witnessing.
Vair was seated in an elevated white lounge chair at the edge of the bed. His chair appeared to be floating above the floor—in the same manner the circular platform bed was doing. Upon my clumsy entrance, his floating chair swiveled in my direction. He looked like the Greek god Dionysus himself, sitting on his throne, all dark and gorgeous, casually observing the orgy before him. Buck-naked.
I spun on my heel, intending to flee back upstairs to the bar, only to find Tauce already gone and the opening in the wall that I’d come through completely sealed off.
“Come, now, don’t be shy.” Vair’s arms were encircling me from behind in an instant, his throaty laughter just loud enough to be heard above the panicked blood roaring in my ears and the woman having an orgasm behind me, as he half-dragged, half-carried me over to the chair he’d vacated. “I want you to observe and take notes for me.”
Take notes?
He pulled me straight into his lap as he reseated himself, his arm wrapping firmly around my waist so that I couldn’t have moved an inch even if I hadn’t been rendered stiff from shock. “This is your opportunity to get answers. You like observing and reporting facts, remember?”
He was mocking me again. But I was too scared shitless to care. I was in his naked lap in a sealed room where an alien orgy was taking place.
My fight reflex belatedly kicked in, and I struggled wildly against him. “No, I can’t! I’m not wired like that. I don’t do group sex. Please, I’m a terrible multitasker!”
“Shh-shh—calm down.” His palm clamped over my mouth. “I asked you to observe and take notes.” The genuine annoyance in his voice did more to soothe me than his actual words. He tipped my head back at an awkward angle until I found myself staring up into his glaring countenance. “No one touches you but me, little human. Understand?”
His proclamation was delivered in a tone that was downright grumpy—nasty even. “Little human” falling from the twisted line of his angry lips sounded more like a slight than the endearment it had seemed to me earlier. So it made no sense when my heart warmed at his words and the paralyzing fear I’d felt abruptly abated.
No one touched me but him. I could get on board with that—for the moment, at least.
His fingers flexed, biting into the hollow planes below my cheekbones, silently demanding my response. I nodded against his palm and his eyes softened, if not his mouth.
He yanked me upright in his lap and dropped an odd-looking electronic notepad into my sweaty hands. It was slightly larger than my phone, but lighter. I half-listened to his brusque instructions as he relayed the features, showing me how I could take notes manually or via the recorder feature.
Oh, my God, he was serious about me taking notes?
Fine, I could do this. I was a reporter. Taking orgy notes was safer than being expected to participate in one.
I swallowed and forced my eyes up from the electronic device in my hands to the group of perfectly formed naked male bodies undulating and thrusting directly in front of me.
Just disconnect emotionally and report the facts, Amy.
Far be it for me to judge another person’s “fantasy,” but Jesus—it was a lot to take in once I stopped trying to block it out.
The genetic male perfection of an alien whose dick Ms. Emmy was riding was gently fingering her clit and worshipping her nipples, sucking on one perfect, pink areola at a time. But the things he was saying to her in between his nipple play belied the apparent sweetness of his touch. Because he was calling her a dirty slut! Telling her what a greedy whore she was being.
In contrast, the alien gripping her hips, controlling her positioning for his maximum penetration as he fucked her rear entrance, was groaning on about how beautiful and precious she was; telling her what a good girl she was being for them and how sweet her tight asshole felt gripping his dick.
And still a third K was playfully taunting her as he fisted the roots of her hair and stroked his giant erection right in her face. “Show me how a good alien cumslut begs,” he’d coax, before letting her lick the precum from his bulbous head. He would allow her to wrap her bee-stung, begging lips around the fat head of his dick before yanking her by the hair off of him again and proceeding to stroke his cock just out of reach of her extended tongue until he was satisfied with her begging again.
My cheeks were so hot they hurt. My eyes burned from not blinking. This was so utterly twisted.
Positively horrific.
And horrifically hot.
I was so turned on I was sure Vair could feel it on his thigh through the thin fabric of my tags-still-on TJ Maxx dress. Definitely wouldn’t be returning it for a refund now.
Focus on the facts. Just dictate the facts.
“Are you asking me for help with the facts?” Vair’s chin settled on my shoulder.
Shit. I’d said that out loud?
“Feel free to interview me,” he offered. His hard chest pressed along my spine, and the arm banded around my waist drew me closer into his lap until my ass was nestled against his groin.
On the one hand, his proximity felt safe and comforting within the small room presently dominated by naked, huge, aroused male Ks wielding inhuman erections on the floating bed—stage—in front of me. At the same time, the alien erection I felt hardening behind me now against the cleft of my ass was equally disruptive to what scant peace of mind I was clinging to. Then the palm of his other hand settled on my lower thigh just below the hem of my dress, and his finger began tracing lazy circles on my inner knee.
I couldn’t get my brain and mouth to formulate a reply. Nor could I get my hands to stop shaking enough to make use of the electronic notepad he’d given me.
“Fact,” Vair’s low voice filled my ear as his lips brushed against it. “Human female has been enjoying extended orgasms at the hands, mouths, and cocks of multiple male Krinar aliens for over thirty minutes now.”
Was I supposed to jot that down?
I didn’t. I was having difficulty just forcing enough air into my lungs.
“Fact: Female human has been injected with Krinar saliva at her own behest,” Vair continued, “making her more receptive to orgasm, her body primed to engage in prolonged sexual intercourse with numerous partners.”
K saliva—injected?
His slow circles were drifting higher up the inside of my leg.
“They didn’t bite her?” I tried to sound analytical. Detached.
I totally failed.
“No. They did not.”
Interview him like a reporter. You’re a reporter. “Isn’t the whole point of this club so Ks can drink human blood?”
“Yes. And no.”
Helpful. “What—why a saliva injection?” I was panting now.
“Our saliva in your bloodstream is what induces the Ecstasy-like sensation and aphrodisiac effect that you so fondly wrote about in your article.”
Was that a hint of bitterness I detected? Score one for Amy.
And this was valuable intel. Focus on the intel. “How? Why would your saliva—”
“Your blood contains the same hemoglobin characteristics as the Krinian primates who used to be our primary source of sustenance on our home planet before we hunted them into extinction millions of years ago.”
Not the explanation I was prepared for.
His muscled thighs flexed and shifted beneath me, parting my legs as they did so. His hand drifted higher beneath my dress like it had every right to, sending a thrill of anticipation straight to my lower belly that contrasted sharply with the rush of fear that tripped my heart rate.
“There’s a chemical found in our saliva that was originally designed to make our prey feel drugged and docile as soon as it entered their bloodstream, allowing us to feed from them without resistance.”
This was fucked up with a capital F.
“That same chemical now has the effect of enhancing your human sexual experience when we bite you.”
I was officially prey.
And I’d just spread my legs wider for the predator holding me.
“With the advent of synthetic hemoglobin substitutes and the manipulation of our own DNA over the past million years or so, we no longer require the blood of a sister species for survival.”
Now they just did it for fun?
It was all so disturbing. Yet somehow hot … in a really wrong and dirty science-of-evolution kind of way.
“But w-why inject it?”
His hand was so close now. The heat coming off of it between my thighs was sending my clit into a mad, fluttering frenzy.
“Because this way, the Krinar males remain in control of their own desires.” His voice was patient as the tip of his knuckle made contact with my soaked underwear at long last—finding the evidence of my instinctive “prey” response. “They don’t have to worry about getting carried away and fucking a human female too hard. Too fast. Humans are a fragile species. We’ve learned to be gentle with our food.”
Cute. My E.T. had a sense of humor. A sick one.
“Makes it easier for them to focus solely on the human client’s needs.”
“Client?”
“Patron, subject, patient—whichever you prefer. We’re also less territorial when we don’t drink our prey’s blood. Makes it easier to share.”
Patient? Share?
I could feel my heartbeat in my sex as his knuckle began to lightly stroke me.
“How … that’s not—this isn’t sexy”—I gasped for air as he added more pressure—“at all.”
Oh, God, who was I trying to convince? Myself? Vair? The three aliens waiting for their turn with the soap star who were now all watching me with hungry eyes as they stroked themselves, relishing the scent of my fear and arousal?
“Mmmm.” Vair inhaled deeply against my neck. “I disagree, love.”
“You aren’t the food,” I pointed out, directing a back-the-fuck-off glare at one of the Ks eyeballing me when he had the audacity to lick his lips.
“Humans are obsessed with vampires.” Vair’s voice was amused. “They’ve romanticized them for centuries.” His lips caressed my ear. “Fantasized about being their prey.”
Damn, this was true. “Not all of us.”
“Of course. Not you, Amy.” He chuckled. “Never you. My turn to ask questions.”
I didn’t argue. I was in Vair’s world, playing by his rules, swiftly falling under his spell.
“Have you ever fantasized about being shared?”
I shook my head, relieved that it was an easy question.
He was still stroking me. Barely. Lazily. Just enough to keep me uncomfortably aroused and on edge.
“That’s good. Because I’ll never share you.”
I was so hot I was melting.
“Tell me, are you enjoying the other male eyes on you right now?”
“No,” I admitted, breathlessly. “Not at all.” Another easy one.
“Very good. I’m not enjoying it either.”
He said something in his K language, and the air shimmered and rippled in front of us as if it were water, before taking on a silvery, translucent quality that expanded the length of the room to form a wall between us and the other occupants that looked similar to a two-way mirror.
I hadn’t a moment to ponder this crazy-impressive phenomenon, though, because Vair’s finger hooked inside my underwear and tore the crotch clean out in one swift tug.
The cool air hit me where I was exposed and desperate to feel his hot fingers.
And so much more.
“Better?” he asked as he spread my legs wider with his knees and slipped his hand up over my breasts and around my neck.
I didn’t answer. My heart hammered in my chest as his lips pressed to my ear and his fingers tightened around my throat.
“Fact: You’re ready for me to fuck you now. So ready, you’re praying that I’ll do it without you having to ask. You’re hoping I’ll bite you, aren’t you? Give you the excuse you need to lose control and beg me to fuck you until you forget why you ever thought that playing it safe in life was a good idea.
“That’s why you’ve been rocking back and forth, rubbing against my knuckle, grinding your perfect, luscious ass into my erection, isn’t it? You’ve been hoping I’d lose control. Hoping I’d turn into a wild, savage predator who takes what he wants so that you don’t have to admit that you want it.
“Well,” he said with a dark chuckle, “you’re in luck. I’ve been a very patient savage, Amy. For nine weeks. I gave you time. Time to write your article. Time to sort things out in your mind. Time to come to me on your own terms. You didn’t. Now it’s happening on mine.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He spoke the words slowly, his breath hot against my ear as my pulse beat frantically against his fingers. “Then I’m going to bite you.” His voice was calm and even, belying the violent urgency radiating from him. “And then I’m really going to fuck you.”
Immobilized by fear and excitement, I remained mute as his other hand pried the electronic notepad from my sweaty fingers. I didn’t bother to notice what he did with it.
He removed my glasses next.
I didn’t object.
“Take the dress off if you want to keep it.”
I didn’t move.
My body jerked reflexively as my dress and undergarments were shredded off of me seconds later.