The X-Club (A Krinar Story)

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Authors: Dima Zales, Anna Zaires
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.
    She wasn’t sure how long that went on—it could’ve been hours or days. All she knew was that the ecstasy seemed to go on forever, until her body and mind couldn’t cope with it anymore, and she passed out in Vair’s dark embrace.

Chapter 6
     
    The alarm buzzed insistently, dragging Amy out of sound sleep. Groaning, she rolled over and smacked the annoying clock, desperate to shut it up. The buzzing stopped, and Amy groaned again, pulling her covers over her head.
    Fuck, she really didn’t want to go to work. How could it be Monday already? It was just Friday—
    Friday! Jackknifing to a sitting position, Amy gaped at her bedroom walls, her heart beating wildly in her chest as memories of Friday night flooded her brain. She went to an x-club with Jay . . . she danced with a K . . . she had sex with that K, and then—
    Holy fucking shit. Did Vair bite her? Her hand flew up to her neck, but all she could feel there was smooth, clear skin. In general, her body seemed to be free of any pain, though she distinctly remembered feeling sore after the first fucking last night—and if her memory of second, third, and fourth encounters was in any way accurate, she should’ve been in serious discomfort. Did she dream up the whole thing, and if not, what the hell happened and how did she end up in her own apartment?
    Jumping out of bed, Amy ran to the dresser, where her small handbag was sitting. Grabbing it, she fished out her phone and stared at the screen, her breath whooshing out in relief as she saw the date.
    It was Saturday. She hadn’t lost the entire weekend—she must’ve simply forgotten to turn off her

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