Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1) (12 page)

“
The people you stopped to
talk to, they are the ones that dominate the live-sex-playthings?”
she asks hesitantly.

“
Yes. That was just one
squad. There are a few hundred of us in the area. Club Release
comes in handy on a daily basis.” At the scent of worry coming from
her, I pull her in to my chest. “Don’t worry, seema. You’re staying
here with me for a while. I’ll teach you what you need to know.
After you’ve been to the club and properly met my closest friends
and a few of the playthings, you’ll understand our ways and can
decide if you want to be a seema or a
live-sex-plaything.”

The thought of sharing her
doesn’t set well with me. As I cuddle her deeper into my embrace, I
push the strange feeling away. In time, I’m sure I can let her go
if she decides to be a plaything. For now it’s time to get her used
to being in my arms.

She stiffens and then
asks, “Are you wanting sex right now, Din Zar?” Fear has her voice
coming out at a higher pitch than before. I don’t like it. I’ll be
glad when she fully trusts me.

“
No, little seema. Right
now all I want is to hold you. There will be no sex until you’re
ready.”

Pleasure slides through me
as she fully relaxes and her worry and fear slips away. I close my
eyes and enjoy the feel of her body pressed to mine. Her scent has
changed and is now the most delicious one I’ve ever smelled. Soon
her unique perfume will be flavored with arousal. My cock hardens
at the thought. I can’t wait to see her come.

CHAPTER

14

~ Hallie ~

♥

A cloud.

I must be sleeping on a
cloud. Wait, there are no cloud like surfaces on Earth. At least
not where I am from. I jerk awake and stare at my
surroundings.

Huh!

Memories flood through my
mind as I look around the bedroom. I remember Pretty Eyes being in
here with me. My touch starved body had enjoyed being next to his.
Cautiously, I reach out. Relief and a strange tinge of
disappointment zips through my chest when I find him
missing.

Now that I know I’m free
to sit up without hitting my head on a branch or bumping into
him—that last part is incredibly strange—I sit up and look around.
It’s an extremely nice room. In awe, I look around. The shades of
tan are comforting. The plant in the corner is dark green with what
looks like two large blue petals that come together.

I smile as I think the
petals look like large lips imitating a kiss. I love plants. Most
of my life has been spent living among them. My heart skips a beat
as I continue to look at the kissing plant.

Kiss. What would it be
like to kiss Pretty Eyes? Do zaphinians kiss? I frown at the
thought and then blow out a breath. I guess I’ll find out in time
since I’m his play-toy/housekeeper. I don’t particularly care for
my position but things could be a lot worse.

A vision of Gayle and
Megan being dragged off the platform from hell whips through my
head. I just can’t make myself worry about Gayle, but I really hope
Megan is all right. She was so nice and innocent. I know she
freaked out at the end but who wouldn’t? I wish she would have
kicked our captor’s ass. Her being dragged off haunts
me.

I shiver as I push the
horrible memory to the back of my mind. It takes a few tries but I
finally get it to stay there. I rub my hands over my arms as I
shake off the remembered terror. My hand touches a lump in my
sleeve at about the same time as my stomach growls.

My muffin! I work it out
of my sleeve. It comes out in pieces but I don’t care. I’m just
glad to have food. As I eat the sweet muffin, tears try to well in
my eyes. I’m lucky to be here. The sex thing is a little scary but
Pretty Eyes has been very nice to me so far. I look around the room
as I finish my muffin.

I’ve never had it this
good before. If he really owns this house and stays here year round
that equals stability. Stability is something I’ve heard about but
never really seen. Oh, I’ve passed through a few towns where some
people stay in a house all year but those people always steal from
travelers and the gullible people around them. My parents raised me
to be more honorable than that.

I frown as I suddenly
worry about Din Zar’s honor. Does he live like this because he
steals from others around him? My stomach sours, I don’t want to be
with him if that’s the case.

My lips twist as I
remember him paying for me. A dishonest person would have watched
someone else buy me and then followed their target. When the moment
was right they would just take what they wanted. Pretty Eyes did
not do that. He had been honorable. He’d even been smart enough to
have backup with him as well.

Movement in the door has
me leaping from the bed and crouching down beside it. What if the
house has been invaded by raiders? Have they seen me yet? I slowly
peek around the edge of the bed and see Din Zar watching me. The
concern in his eyes touches my heart in a way I haven’t known for a
long time. I slowly stand and wait to see what he’s going to
do.

“
Here, you have nothing to
fear.” He motions toward the bathroom. “Go to the bathroom and then
come to the kitchen. I’ll show you our food so you can eat
breakfast.”

Food makes me think of my
pants. The ones with the pecan stash from the evil aliens. “Do you
think I can wash my old clothes today?” I miss my own
clothes.

“
No, I threw them away.
From now own you wear what I tell you to wear.” He pauses for a
moment and then his gaze darts to the bathroom and then back to me.
“The toilet water is dangerous to humans. It will burn your skin if
it gets on you. So if anything ever falls in the toilet let me take
care of it. The bowl is made so that water never splashes. The
waves just whoosh to the edges of the bowl. Come to the kitchen
when you’re done, seema.”

I watch him turn and leave
the bedroom. Silently, I make a mental note to never drop anything
in the toilet. I also mourn the loss of my clothes. Those pants
were nice.

Needing to see where he’s
going, I look down the corridor and watch his tight ass walking
away. Heat burns brightly in my cheeks.

Something about the guy
makes me crazy. The sad part is that I kind of like it.
Maybe it’s because you’re twenty-six and half
years old. Well past the age for breeding,
my logical side ruthlessly points out.

I shiver as I remember all
the dirty human men that have come on to me. None of them ever made
me want to have sex with them.

Pretty Eyes is clean,
nice, and hot
, my logical side chimes in
enthusiastically.

She’s right, of course.
I’ll admit to being a touch curious about sex with him. Some of the
women I’ve seen having sex appeared to enjoy it. I never watched
for long though. Two dirty bodies getting it on is not overly
appealing. I never could figure out why so many people refused to
bathe regularly. I personally love to be clean. That’s why I always
stay near water.

I quickly head into the
bathroom to do my business. I eye the toilet water suspiciously and
am glad to see that the dangerous liquid is pretty low in the large
bowl. I go quickly. After washing my hands and face, I go to the
kitchen. Din Zar is pouring two glasses of the purple
liquid.

I take the glass he offers
and then a take drink. The zing is still there. It helps to revive
me. I look up and into pretty teal eyes. “What is this?” At his
raised brow, I quickly add, “Din Zar.”

He smiles, showing his
pearly white teeth and short fangs. “It’s called stros. It’s
healthy for almost all beings, humans included. We drink a lot of
it each day.”

He sets his glass down and
takes my hand. A sensual arc flows from him to me. When I suck in a
harsh breath, he grins knowingly. Does that mean he feels it
too?

Of course it does, old
maid
.
A fine piece
of tail like him is no stranger to sex
, my
logical side sarcastically points out. I don’t like her very much
at this moment even though I figure she’s right.

A small spark of jealously
shoots through me as I wonder how experienced he is. Next, I wonder
if some of those people he’s gotten that experience from still live
here but were gone last night.

I take another drink and
then look around. I try to hide my nervousness, not wanting to
release the predator in him.

“
Do others live here? If
so, are they out gathering food?” People on Earth regularly spend
days at a time looking for food in the woods. As big as he is, I
bet he eats a lot. I briefly wonder how much food giants eat.
Having others to help feed him may not be a bad thing after
all.

“
No, we are the only ones
living here. We don’t go out foraging for food,” he answers and
then takes a long drink from his glass. I worry about him drinking
too much. Isn’t it hard to get more stros?

How does all the food get
here if they don’t go looking for it? I don’t worry about it for
long. Pretty Eyes leads me around the kitchen showing me where
everything is kept. I forget to wonder where it comes from in my
awe at how much food and stros there is in his cabinets.

He also shows me how to
run the strange cooking devices and lets me know that he’ll be
working from home for a few weeks to guide me through the large
midday meal as well as taking care of the house.

Relief washes over me. I
like how patient he is.

The more hours he spends
at home the more time you get to watch his fine
ass
, my logical side happily points out.
She’s right, of course.

A flock of birds take
flight in my stomach. Din Zar being around also means he could want
sex at any moment. I peek over at him. That now familiar tingle
courses through my core. I’m definitely attracted to him, but I’m
not ready to go there.

He suddenly sniffs the air
and frowns down at me. The vents around his nose flare open for a
moment. “You have nothing to fear from me unless you directly
disobey my commands.”

I shiver as I wonder what
kind of punishment he doles out to disobedient seemas. His pretty
eyes harden. “Pick out your breakfast and eat every bit of
it.”

Recognizing his commander
mode and not wanting to go against it, I quickly do as I’m told. He
watches me until I’ve eaten all of my breakfast. When I put the
last bite of fruit in my mouth, his eyes soften with approval. I
feel heated pleasure run through my veins. I’m beginning to
understand how pleasing someone else can bring me
happiness.

Some of my happiness turns
to frustration when he leads me to my room and pulls out a sheer
teddy.

He hands it to me and
orders, “Put it on, seema.”

I look it over and shake
my head. He has to be kidding. Some people like to mess with new
folks. I’m definitely new here. It’s simply a prank. That has to be
it.

“
Zyfing do it. This is what
my seema wears.” At my frown he growls. “You are here to please
me.” He points at the wisp of material in my hand. “You wearing
that will make me happy. It will also get you used to being
accessible to me.”

I swallow hard as I
realize that this is not a prank and that me wearing this scrap of
material will make fucking me an easy task. My heart tries to beat
its way passed my ribcage. Is this the part where he jumps me? And
what does zyf mean?

He takes a deep breath and
then hugs me to him. “I’m not going to have sex with you today. The
time isn’t right.” He slides his large hand up my back, over my
neck, and circles around to my chin. He raises my face and looks
into my eyes. His are doing that pretty glowing thing. “All I
expect of you right now is to learn how to be a good housekeeper.
I’ll teach you to please me sexually later.”

Relief courses through me.
Now I can ask my latest question. “What does zyf mean? It didn’t
translate.”

He sniffs the air and then
smiles at me. “Zyf is a general term that we use when we are
emotional. We use the word prel as well. Usually we say these words
when we are frustrated or excited.” The big guy sniffs again. “Now
that you’re calmer, I want you to get dressed.”

He uses zyf and prel the
way I use fuck. Wait a minute. How the hell does he know I’m
calmer? I suddenly remember him sniffing the air and his vents
opening around me a lot. A wild thought races through my mind.
Surely that can’t be.