Page 8 of The Thren's Fated

As she stepped away from the strobing lights, she felt a firm grasp on her arm, the Thren turning her to face him with an odd smirk.

“Where are you going?”

The skin on her neck tingled as he whispered in her ear, his arm slinking around her middle and holding her in place. Her heart was still racing, on the precipice of release, and she tried to focus on getting out of this situation as quickly as possible.

“My quarters?” she said, though it was more of a question than a statement.

The Thren cocked his head.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Upstairs.

Oh, yes, she’d been quite curious about the second floor of the club, one which provided a different type of entertainment, at least according to Ochin. There had been zero chance of her going up there on her own, the mere thought flushing her cheeks as the male dragged her to the stairs without waiting for a response.

He was insistent, alright, a bit pushy even, but no worse than the human men she knew on Earth. And besides, they weren’t going to some dark corner where he could attack her. There would be others up there.

The din of music softened as they entered a hallway lit with glowing red orbs, a series of windows along one wall. There were others ambling about, some making out with no shame, and others gazing intently at the debauchery happening behind the glass.

The Thren interlaced his fingers with hers, pulling her toward the nearest window, his eyes dancing across the scene in front of them. A breath caught in her throat as she turned to look, the image searing into her memory.

There was a human woman strapped to a table, ankles and wrists restrained as a wolf-like alien drove into her over and over again. A sheen of sweat covered her nude body, her mouth open in erotic gasps.

Lena couldn’t breathe, the view doing nothing to quell the heat between her legs, the wetness dripping from her center. And then there was that firm grip around her waist again, that electric touch, the Thren leaning down and whispering.

“What do you think?”

A shiver shot up her spine, and she glanced his way, blue eyes glimmering with some emotion she couldn’t read. Probably lust, if he was feeling anything similar to what she was.

“It’s… interesting.”

A nonanswer, but she really couldn’t come up with anything better to say. She’d never explored much beyond the basic positions, and the idea of being tied up while another used her was both intimidating and exhilarating.

“Would you like to try?”

Lena sputtered a cough, trying to sense any jest in the Thren’s question, but finding none. He was serious. Did he really want to get her into one of those rooms and play with her while an audience watched? And why did that idea not horrify her as much as it should have?

“I’m not much of an exhibitionist,” she said honestly, though that didn’t quite answer his question.

“There are curtains,” he said, gesturing to the silky red sheets that hung in swells on the interior of the room.

He pulled her along to the next window, an Anzu woman on hands and knees while two Andrudians took her from both ends, yet another sight that made her pussy throb with need.

“I could get us a room.”

A room. He really wanted to take her into one of these rooms to do who knows what with her. There was no way, not a chance. She needed to get out of here, couldn’t sleep with the very first person she met at an alien nightclub, and certainly not while they were still in the nightclub.

“Oh, no, that’s alright. I really should be going. I have work tomorrow.”

Lena kept her eyes glued to the figures beyond the curtains, easier than meeting the Thren’s ardent gaze.

“If you would like the privacy of your quarters, that is fine, too.”

He guided her away from the window, pushing her until her back pressed against a wall, her body trembling under his touch. A tentacle tickled her chin, tipping her face up to greet his, and she took in his scent, pine and spice, like she were in the middle of a great forest, one that no longer existed on Earth.

“Well?”

Sparks exploded wherever he touched her, a hand at her waist, a tentacle brushing her collarbone, another circling her neck, and his gaze was so entrancing, piercing her more fully than anything she’d ever experienced.