Alien Magnetism (The Shadow Zone Brotherhood Book 6) Read online

  Alien Magnetism

  Elise Jae

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  HANNAH

  Chapter 2

  HANNAH

  Chapter 3

  HANNAH

  Chapter 4

  HANNAH

  HAZARD

  Chapter 5

  HANNAH

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  HAZARD

  Chapter 8

  HAZARD

  Chapter 9

  HAZARD

  HANNAH

  Chapter 10

  HAZARD

  Chapter 11

  HAZARD

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  HANNAH

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  HAZARD

  Chapter 17

  HAZARD

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  HANNAH

  THANK YOU!

  Also by Elise Jae

  About the Author

  One

  SIX MONTHS AGO

  HAZARD

  The meeting tonight is as frustrating as it is long. As the minutes tick by, my skin begins to prickle with sensation and I just want to go.

  It’s my night off and I want to be anywhere but the caldera.

  That’s not true—it’s just the lie I’d tell anyone if they asked.

  There’s only one place I want to be. Only one person I want to be with.

  And I hope Hannah is expecting me.

  I hope she doesn’t feel this uneasy feeling I do.

  Because I was her first in the club… and she was my first ever. And I can’t stay away from her for longer than a few days without my whole body feeling like it’s going to burst to flames.

  Core just announced his application for a bondmate. He announced Richter’s too, though the latter of the two looks less than thrilled.

  It’s something we’re all supposed to do at some point. And maybe that’s what’s making my skin crawl even more than usual.

  How could I possibly bring a woman to a place as desolate and frigid as the Shadow Zone, and make her live in this icy place with me… when I’m already in love with another woman?

  The drive to town might take no time at all, but it’s still too long.

  And even as I pull up to the club—the neon light flashing with Margot’s name, the promise of what waits inside soothing me—I count the seconds.

  Time is wasting.

  Even in the parking lot, that ear-pounding beat seems to vibrate my bones.

  That makes more sense than the idea that it’s proximity to her. Because I’m not bonded to her…. And no matter what I want. That’s never going to happen.

  I barely see the front part of the club as I head on through. Taking a moment to acknowledge the club’s owner—she raises a brow, but she never says anything.

  And as soon as I’m through the double doors that separate the tame from the profane, I see her.

  She’s like a magnet that draws me… like a lodestone for my very soul.

  Hannah is… pure perfection.

  Dark, curves in all the right places, and a smile that makes me want to sweep her into my arms and kiss her.

  Even from the other side of the room, I can see the subtle change in her smile, her posture that tells me she knows I’m here.

  It’s why—I’m sure—she takes the man who’s talking to her by the elbow and turns him, steering him to one of the other women who work with her.

  But I can’t go to her yet.

  That’s not the game.

  And I have to make it a game.

  Anything else….

  I jerked off before the meeting, because Hannah is so sexy I have to give myself a handicap before I see her. Or else my various other measures would make no difference. And she deserves every minute I can give her.

  Other men are starting to catch on. It’s why I’m one of the few of us in the room who draws the others’ attention—and keeps it.

  They don’t want me.

  They want Hannah, and I’m one of the easier ways to get in that room with her.

  HANNAH

  I love my job.

  My bondmate is a... decent man, but when the algorithm paired us, it did not take his libido into account. And I just need more sex that he’s able to give me.

  Which is why working at Margot’s is perfect.

  He has his job and I have mine.

  Even thinking it makes my smile sour.

  I’ve said it so many times, but the lie still… hurts.

  Tonight, the floor is packed, but I don’t venture into it. I can count as well as anyone else, and I’m going to give Hazard a little more time. For the moment, I’m happy to play madam.

  We aren’t supposed to have favorites, but when it comes to him… it’s impossible not to be biased.

  I know he’s here the moment he walks through the door. It’s like he’s a counterbalance and when he gets close, something inside me starts to shift.

  He glances at me as soon as he walks through the doors to the group room and I love the way his hard jaw twitches with a smile I’ve come to think of as “mine.”

  But that fleeting glance immediately turns to look over the crowd. He’s shopping, and he knows what I like.

  Other sian men approach him. They’ve noticed the pattern. I’m sure they’ve started talking about it among themselves.

  He curates men for me like they’re a playlist.

  I watch as one man tries to negotiate with him, but Hazard knows every one of my hard Nos. And Luther is among them.

  He gives each of them a tiny speech, and then, he leaves them. I’d guess it’s three tonight.

  But he comes to me alone.

  He always comes to me alone.

  A cold shiver slides up my skin and it makes me want to snuggle close to him. Like he’ll fix everything that’s wrong in my world.

  “I wondered when you’d come back to see me.”

  “I’d show up every night, but I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of obsessed creep.”

  I chuckle as his hand slides over my hip and he turns me so I can lean back against his chest and see my options.

  This is how Hazard always is. The teasing, the sales pitch….

  “It’s starting to feel like you’re my pimp.” I lean against him, looking at the three he’s lined up for me tonight, and I reach up to drag my hand down his face. “Some of them probably show up looking for you before they look for me.”

  But this is Hazard. Hazard likes to watch.

  He doesn’t join in with the guys… not until it’s time to get rid of them and take his sloppy seconds.

  “Does the lady have any objections?”

  “She does not.” All of the men he’s pulled for me tonight are ones who have been in before. Even the ones I’ve never played with have reputations.

  He’s told them my rules—and some of his—and I’m sure they know that trouble waits for them if they decide to test them.

  “Number eight should be open,” I look up at him and smile against the kiss he presses to my lips. “It’ll be big enough for tonight’s game.”

  “Just remember,” he tips my chin back down and whispers in my ear, against the heavy music. “I might bring the players, but you’re in charge of the game. You promise you’re okay with them?”

  “No red flags… but I think you’ll notice before I do.” Because he’ll be paying the closest attention.

  I take his hand and head for room eight. I know he’ll signal the others to follow.

 
We pass two of the other women who work here and they both give us knowing glances. Both have offered to join us if he wants. But he barely notices them.

  The room is free, because I made sure it’d be free. That’s why there’s a chair set up mid-way between the enormous bed, and the vanity.

  “Something tells me,” he says as he pulls me to a stop. “You knew I’d be coming in tonight.”

  “Maybe I’m clairvoyant.”

  “Maybe I’m getting too predictable.”

  I don’t tell him he’s not, because he’s predictable as any other sinner I’ve met. But it’s not that he’s fallen into a routine…. His visits aren’t on a schedule. They’re very definitely not random.

  I’d need a computer to do all the math required to know exactly when he’ll show up, except that I don’t.

  I can feel it. Like an itching need under my skin.

  But if I tell him that—if I tell anyone that—Margot might make him off limits.

  That’s the last thing I want.

  I can hear the others behind me, know they’re following the script Hazard spelled out for them. He’s the one I’m here for.

  The one all this is for.

  I walk him back to that chair and push him down into it, following him down with a knee to the cushion between his legs. “Some day, you’ll surprise me.”

  I pull the cork from the bottle I left beside that chair and pour him a glass, pressing it into his empty hand. “Enjoy the show.”

  His gaze drops to my lips. “You know I always do.”

  I want to kiss him, but not with this audience.

  When I turn, the others are waiting for me.

  There’s never any role play, I’m just Hazard’s favorite porn star.

  The other three wait for me to cross to them, but I take a moment to size each of them up before I do.

  It’s always a delicious sight: a row of sian cocks lined up, hard and waiting for me.

  They're all different sizes and tones, but they share the important characteristics. The thick shaft—skin over twisted tubes that will soon fill me with come—those hard ridges underneath that make each withdrawal that much more intense.

  Even the conical tip... the head of their cocks are beautiful, mouthwatering things.

  I loved the human version…. I’m addicted to sian cock.

  I tap a finger to my lips and glance back to where Hazard sits. “What a delightful menu.”

  He’s leaning on the armrest, his hand over his mouth, and his only response is to raise a single brow.

  We’ve done this a dozen times. I play with the men he’s brought me and he watches. The who is up to him. The how is up to me.

  I’ve only played with one of them before. He’s a bigger guy who doesn’t quite know how to handle himself. I go to him first, but six different hands caress me as I step close.

  They don’t even try to kiss me. It’s one of Hazard’s rules. They don’t get to kiss me unless I kiss them… and I never do.

  Because these men are just props. Sure, I’ll make them come, but it’s all for Hazard. Every bit of what I do with these men, all the pleasure I find in them is for him.

  The goal is to turn Hazard on.

  The endgame is when I get my hands on him.

  The big guy—Carn—sweeps his palm over my hair. “Hello again, Sexy.”

  “Welcome back.” I manage not to chuckle at how that sounds as though I’m a greeter at a department store as I turn to the others. “And what are your names?”

  Dathan is about as average as a Sian man can be, but his smile is charming, and I’ve heard some of the other girls say he’s given them a fun time.

  Riann on the other hand… Riann is pretty. The kind of pretty that feels fake, especially when coupled with his deep voice. I’ve only seen him in the club once before, but he’s stroking his cock like he knows how to use it. And Molly had no complaints.

  I don’t go over my rules. Hazard already gave them—incorporated into his own. Instead, I take over for Riann with the hand that isn’t presently taking care of Carn. “Let’s have some fun, shall we boys?”

  I turn Carn, carefully so he’s where I want him, and sink to my knees. The man laughs. “Do I get first blow because I’m a return customer?”

  “Something like that.” I keep track. I know who can handle what, and Carn has the stamina to outlast almost any other man I’ve encountered in the club. If that’s what I want. I can tease him longer… Hazard gets a better show.

  It helps that the man’s cock is almost perfectly average.

  If there’s anything that could be considered average about a sian man’s cock.

  All of the examples around me are the kind that draw Earth women to the Agency’s porn.

  Sure, sian features are fascinating. The strange ridges beneath their skin, the scale-like patterns over it. But their cocks...

  I stroke Carn again, before guiding that egg-shaped tip to my lips, pressing a kiss to the soft skin.

  The shaft, with its hard ridges beneath and the three tubal structures inside—thickens with each stroke.

  Screwing sian men is not for the faint of heart, but I love it.

  I’ve never met a sian man I whose cock I could fit fully in my mouth. But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.

  With a wink for Carn, I slide my lips over the tip of him, and start to work him with my mouth.

  “I think some one feels left out,” Hazard says from my left, and I cast a glance at him, before releasing Carn with my hand, and taking Dathan’s equally beautiful cock.

  I pull back just long enough to apologize for ignoring him, and then, my focus is—almost solely—on Carn.

  For every look I cast up at this man whose cock should have my full attention, my gaze lingers on Hazard twice as long.

  This show is for him.

  He sits back, an ankle crossed over the opposite knee and takes a long drink from his glass.

  Hazard is watching me, but he’s also keeping a very close eye on the guys he’s invited into this room with us.

  One slip up and they’re gone. It hasn’t happened yet, but I know, the second someone breaks one of our rules, they’ll pay for it.

  Forcing myself to put a little more focus on the men gathered round me, I look up at Carn and meet his smile with one of my own.

  “I’m not greedy, Hannah. I can share.” Carn gently guides me off his cock, and turns me to Riann.

  He looks young for the general clientele at Margot’s and when he licks his lips, I have a feeling he’s a little scared. “Let’s take care of you.”

  Sliding my fingers over that hard conical tip of him, his skin, slides over the spiral trio of tubes. They’re like chambers in a revolver.

  But I don’t stroke him for too long. Because his abdomen has already started to flicker.

  He isn’t going to make it.

  I take him into me, his cock hard and warm and beads of precome slicking my tongue.

  Riann is smaller than the other two—not that he’s small but I can take him deeper and when I move closer, working that tip with my throat, I almost feel bad that I’ve done it on purpose.

  He jerks, surprise filling his eyes as he comes in my mouth, sweet sian come spurting into me, sliding down my throat.

  Riann tries to pull back, but I let go of the others, grasping his hips to keep him where he is.

  “Look how pretty she is when she drinks come.” Carn says it and I glance at him long enough to see him stroking his cock. I run my tongue along the ridges on the base of Riann’s cock and he flinches again.

  This time I do pull back. The last of his come coats my lips and I lick it off as he drops back to sit on the bed and look at me—a little bewildered.

  I look down at the mess on my chest. “First time?”

  The poor man looks embarrassed. He shoots a glance at Hazard and I understand. It’s the first time he’s been asked to perform. I know better than anyone that the way Hazard watches us is sexy as
fuck. If this poor man was even mildly attracted to Hazard—and who in their right mind wouldn’t be—the way he’s looking at us…. I’m amazed he lasted long enough to get him in my mouth.

  But he’s flustered. Maybe he doesn’t think he should be attracted to Hazard. Maybe this is the first time he’s blown early.

  “Don’t worry,” I say, kissing his still hard cock. “That’s why the Saints gave you two loads.”

  And now, it’s Dathan’s turn. He rubs that hard tip of his cock against my lips spreading what little of Riann’s come is left around. “Saints, you’re beautiful.”

  He presses a thumb into my mouth, pulling my jaw open so he can push into me. I relax as much as I can, letting him in , but when Carn’s hands go to my hips, lifting me up, my lips clamp down, drawing a sound from Dathan I love.

  Though… not as much as the feeling of a big sian cock sliding into my already soaked pussy.

  Carn doesn’t waste any time. It may be Dathan’s turn for my mouth, but Carn knows he’s here to provide a show for Hazard, and he’s not going to disappoint. “Saints, your pussy is so wet, Hannah.”

  I’m glad Dathan’s cock is stuffed in my mouth, that he’s slowly fucking my throat. Because if Carn wants me to tell him why, it’s because of the man in the chair. Hazard is watching us with that same dark arousal I’ve become accustomed to.

  A sharp tone echoes through the room, and Riann curses, going to his clothes and cursing again. I pay just enough attention to know he’s leaving.

  The man dresses quickly, but I barely notice as Carn’s rhythm changes, as he lifts me higher and changes the angle.

  Feet off the ground, held entirely by the two men fucking me, I shiver as the ridges under Carn’s cock drag over my clit at this angle.