Hide to Stay Alive (Club Release 1) (15 page)

“
What is this one called?
The leaves are velvety and beautiful. It’s almost as though the
plant can connect with me. I’ve never encountered anything like
it.”

“
It’s a hugmar tree.” I
walk over to her and stroke a leaf. “This plant is special in that
it can bond with some people. You seem to be one of those people.
It’s an honor to be connected to a hugmar tree.”

I wonder if the tree is
attracted to Hallie because of her rough past or because of her
passion for plants. It doesn’t really matter. It does, however
verify that Hallie Mead is special.
I
already
knew that
,
my heart whispers. I quickly remind myself that she is still just
fascinating to me, nothing more.

Once I have answered a few
more of her questions, I guide her back onto the patio and pull her
down with me into a lounge chair. This time she quickly melts into
me. “Rest for a bit, seema.”

She closes her eyes as I
caress her soft curves. With each day that passes, I happily watch
her curves becoming more prominent. My cock is very happy about
that fact. Needing to advance my touch, I slide my hands up her
belly and over her breasts. She moans when I start playing with her
nipples. My cock throbs from desire. I ignore it as I keep on
getting her used to my touch. I don’t stop until I smell her
arousal thicken the air.

Even though it’s pure
torture for me, I stop and just hug her until her breathing calms.
As the minutes pass by her totally relaxed body presses into mine.
That she’s able to sleep in my arms makes me happy. I breathe in
her scent and luxuriate in holding her.

CHAPTER

17

~ Hallie ~

♥

The small dirty clothes
basket in my bathroom is starting to get full. I know that Zar’s
larger basket is full as well. Each day I add any of his clothes I
find around the house to his basket. He is a clothes
slob.

I’ve been here for six
days. I glance at the dirty clothes and make a face. I don’t like
dirty clothes. On Earth, I always immediately cleaned the clothes I
took off. I’ll admit, I only had two sets of clothes but that’s
beside the point. Backpack, flashes through my mind. I hope someone
good found her.

Sadness presses into my
chest. I’m beginning to forget the small details about my old
friend. Was her stitching tan or brown? I didn’t even think about
her at all yesterday. The purple pillow on my bed pops into my
mind. The stitching on the pillow is dark purple.

An image of Din Zar floats
into my mind. Mmm. I remember every bulging muscle on his firm
body. His skin is thick, striped, and rough. I like the way it
feels pressed against my soft skin. I also enjoy the feel of his
soft chest hair. He has a light sprinkling of it that blends with
his skin and doesn’t hinder the sight of his muscles.

It’s kind of hard to forget
since we meditate every evening. Thinking of his naked chest has me
longing to trace the symbol that’s there. The knife and stars can
only be seen when the light catches it just right. I’m not sure
what it stands for but I think it must be a family thing or a
warrior thing. I’m intrigued by it and want to trace it with my
tongue. As desire swirls through me, I groan and try to shake it
off. He’s driving me crazy.
Stop thinking
about him
, my logical side
orders.

Following orders, I look
around the pretty bathroom. My mind shifts and starts pulling up
all of the interesting plants I take care of each day. My new world
has been slowly sliding in and replacing my old world. I no longer
have hair on my legs and I don’t even smell the same since I now
have fresh fruity smelling shampoo and lotion. A part of me doesn’t
want to forget my old life.

Get a grip, Hallie Mead.
Your life here is a million times better than your old life. Plus,
Pretty Eyes is smokin’ hot
, my logical side
ruthlessly points out. I puff out a breath of air. She’s right,
living on Zaphin with Zar TocGar is an awesome experience.
Everything here is so alive. Even my hair and skin look
fresh.

My gaze lands on the dirty
clothes basket. I hate dirty clothes. Zar is going to have to show
me how to use the washer and dryer. Leaving the bathroom, I head to
his office. The door is open so I stand in the doorway watching him
for a moment.

The sight of his muscles
rippling under his tight black shirt mesmerizes me. With or without
clothes, he draws my attention every time I’m in the same room with
him.

His pretty teal and silver
gaze suddenly snaps in my direction. A smile curls his lips. His
short fangs no longer surprise me. They intrigue me as much as his
calm yet powerful presence. I also realize that he no longer scares
me. I’m starting to like him quite a bit.

“
What can I do for you,
seema?” His voice is low and sensual. It swirls around my
sex.

“
I need to learn to use the
washer and dryer. Do you have time to show me?” His hot gaze slides
over my body. I’m wearing a sheer gold “uniform” today. As desire
for him pulses through me, I fidget with the hem of the gold
material.

He closes the screen of
the computer in front of him and stands. “I’ll gladly show you how
to use them. Go get your clothes and I’ll get mine. Meet me in the
laundry room, seema.”

“
Yes, Din Zar.” I whirl
around and head toward my bathroom. As I’m walking away I hear him
sniff the air. Heat prickles my cheeks. I bet he’s smelling my
arousal. Sometimes it’s damned inconvenient to live with a person
who can scent your every emotion.

That’s no way to look at
it, girl. Him knowing your horny means he can take care of your
needs. It’s way past time for you to set the sexual goddess in you
free. That hot male is just the person to do it,
my logical side practically purrs the
words.

The passion still circling
my core tells me she may be right. I’m well past the age for having
sex. As I pick up my dirty clothes basket, I can’t help but be glad
he’s going to be my first. Hiding from the dirty gruff males on
Earth was the right thing to do.

I meet him in the laundry
room and as hard as it is to focus on learning to use the strange
dome shaped devices, I force myself to do it. The longer I’m around
him, the more I want him. Every time I smell his masculine scent I
want to eat him up.

After our clothes are in
the washer, I look up into his amazing three tone teal and silver
eyes. “Thanks for helping me out.” I expect him to go back to his
office. I’m surprised when he takes me by the hand and leads me
into the living room.

“
I’ll always help you out,
little seema.” After he turns on some music, he sits down on the
massive couch and pulls me onto his lap.

I try not to moan as his
strong fingers begin caressing my body. Each day he gets a little
bolder. Now my body is starting to crave his passion filled
touch.

As he massages and rolls
my nipples, he asks, “How old are you, seema?”

With his hands on my
breasts it takes me a few seconds to remember my age. “I’m
twenty-six.” I moan when his fingers lightly pinch my taut peaks.
Through the haze of lust building in me, I realize I don’t know his
age. “How old are you, Din Zar?”

He’s old enough to know
how to set fireworks off in you
, my logical
side points out sassily. As I writhe in his lap, I know she’s right
as usual. Right now, I really don’t care about his age.

Zar nuzzles my ear. “I’m
one hundred and sixty years old,” he whispers.

At first his age doesn’t
register but when it does the cloud of desire I’ve been riding on
dissolves. “How can that be? How long do zaphinians
live?”

His hands move downward at
a slow pace. The rough feel of his thick skin ignites small fires
in my blood. My legs part to let him in.

I’m beginning to forget
what we are talking about when he says, “We can live to be five
hundred years old.”

My heart sinks. One day
I’ll be no more than a forgotten seema. Right now, his world is not
such a happy place for me. Soul deep, I want him to remember me
forever. At his young age that may be asking too much.

He inhales and then his
hands stop and rest on my belly. “What’s wrong, seema?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m
just sad that one day you’re going to forget me.” I yelp when he
suddenly flips me over and around so that I’m straddling his hips
and looking up into his lightly glowing eyes.

“
I will never forget you,
Hallie Mead.”

My heart lurches as hope
fills my soul to the brim. I don’t want to be forgotten. His mouth
comes down on mine. The passionate zing I get from the contact
stokes the fire in me to a new level. His kiss is gentle yet
hungry. I moan as his hands start massaging my ass. Through his
pants, I feel his erection getting harder.

When his tongue slides
into my mouth, a new wave of lust sparks my veins. I grind into his
massive erection and groan when my clit finds some relief. He
growls low in his chest. The sound vibrates through me, leaving me
breathless.

My hands clutch at his
muscular shoulders as our tongues explore each other. The taste of
him is purely masculine. Needing more, I press my breasts into his
chest and grind my pussy hard against his solid length. I want that
length inside me.

I reach for the fastener
of his pants and try to open it. He growls and then catches my
hands. I whimper. He doesn’t seem to care. I get pissed and grind
my clit against his cock in an effort to satisfy the lust raging
through my veins. He stoked the fire in me so he should put the
flames out.

He growls again and then
casually sets me on the couch and then stands. “I have to go back
to work, seema. It’s time for you to rest.”

“
What?” He’s got to be
kidding me.

His hot gaze scans my
body. I’m panting and have a light sheen of sweat covering my skin.
“It’s not time yet, seema.” With that said, Din Zar turns on his
heel and walks out of the living room.

I stare at his retreating
form. My gaze drops to his tight ass. I huff as I drag my gaze away
from such temptation. With lust pulsing through me, I hit the
couch. When is it going to be time? Doesn’t he want me?

The remembered feel of his
steely erection between my legs answers that question. So does the
glow in his intense eyes. Oh, yes, he wants me just as much as I
want him. His damned warrior training allows him to show
restraint.

Fuck restraint! I want
sex. Sex with him, damn it!

CHAPTER

18

~ Zar ~

♥

I can’t get the heavy
scent of her sweet arousal out of my mind.

Yesterday she’d been so hot
as I’d caressed her. I flinch as my cock starts to swell.
Soon, big
fella
, I promise the hungry beast
between my legs. Today is the day Hallie is going to learn about
the sexual side of her job. My lovely, intriguing seema has filled
out and is healthy enough for me to take.

It’s been hours since we
had our midday meal. Now that her food has had time to settle, it’s
time for her first lesson in sexually pleasing me.

I find her in her room.
She’s talking to the purple pillow on her bed. I stand still and
listen as she asks the pillow if she should try to learn how to
cook a few new dishes.

“
You know the pillow won’t
answer you, don’t you?” I ask from the doorway.

Hallie spins around and
gapes at me. Pink blooms across her cheeks. “I know the pillow
won’t answer me. I just like to talk out loud. It helps if I have
an object to talk to. If you don’t like me doing that, I’ll try to
stop doing it, Din Zar.”

I walk up to her and pick
up a strand of her soft hair. Her feminine scent fills my lungs. I
thoroughly enjoy it before I ask, “Does it bring you
comfort?”

“
Yes, it does, Din
Zar.”

Her gaze drinks in my bare
chest. As I’d hoped, the first hint of arousal starts coming from
her. That ever present need to make her happy billows through my
chest. “I don’t see any harm in you talking to your pillow if it
brings you peace.”

I smile when I scent a
wave of relief coming from her. Needing my own form of relief, I
lean down and kiss her. I start out slow with a slight brushing of
our lips. As her taste seeps into my soul, I deepen the kiss and
pull her in close to me.