Neeri's Need: How to Crash a Party (2 page)

“Y-you’re unbelievable,” Sasha stuttered and dropped onto the cushioned chair Neeri had sat in earlier.

Neeri flashed her a sultry smile, amused that the human hadn’t left the room. Maybe she was shocked and offended, but not enough to stop watching the show.
Adorable little voyeur.
“Mmm, Ocen you’re right, she
is
sweet. Will you share?”

Ocen’s mental tone
was sour.
Now who’s wasting time?
But he stepped out of the room without hesitation, so he must have read something in her mind to ease his worries.

Neeri pursed her lips and turned back to Ridge, a little irritated by Ocen’s lack of concern.
She was Lyomedrin—her species wasn’t known for their sexual restraint. And Sasha might act all virginal, but Neeri could smell her growing arousal. That meant Ocen could too. So why wasn’t he worried that she’d ravish his female?

With a disgruntled snort, she straddled Ridge’s legs and settled on his knees
, shifting to make sure he felt her bare ass and damp pussy against his skin. Her skirt was short enough to allow it and she never wore underwear—they were an abomination.

He blinked rapidly, fear and lust a bright mixture in his eyes.
He was a Mato, a peculiar species that reminded her of a combination between a cat and a rooster. His narrow features were almost human, but with slitted, feline eyes and a ridge of flesh running from his forehead to the back of his neck. At the moment, the ridge had ruffled erect, pulsing and throbbing as much as his cock. For Matos, the skull ridge was almost as sensitive and erogenous as their genitals.

She considered that pulse of flesh, wondering idly what it would feel like sliding between her pussy lips
, all slick from her juice…but for some reason, the idea didn’t excite her like it usually would have. Sure, she didn’t like this guy. But ordinarily that wouldn’t have stopped her from using him like a toy for her own pleasure. Meh, she was just having an off day.

With an inner shrug, she
focused on the task, rolling his balls through the fingers of one hand until his eyes unfocused, then slapping him sharply across the face with her other hand. “Tell me what I want to know,” she demanded and slapped him again.

He gr
oaned and squirmed under her, his cock bobbing like a flagpole. “I can’t, Neeri—”

She scratched her claws across both his nipples and down his chest
and abdomen, leaving long red marks without drawing blood. At the same time she pushed his sac up against the base of his cock, squeezing and rubbing in ruthless circles.
“What’s
my name?”

“M-Mistr
ess,” he gasped, hips twitching with involuntary thrusts. His skin grew damp with sweat and waves of musky heat rolled off him.

She leaned forward, letting his cock brush against her belly, and reached for his
skull ridge. She stroked it lightly while he moaned and writhed under her like a bitch in heat, rubbing both heads against her with frantic lust. Then she clamped her claws on his ridge and all the muscles in his body snapped tight, hips bucking wildly against her. She let go, leaned back, and tightened the band around his cock and balls, denying ejaculation.

“Fuck!”
he yelled. “Oh gods, please! Just let me fucking
cum!”

“Wow, are you wound up,” she said mildly. “You know, you should’ve had somebody slap you around ages ago, release some of this pent up energy. Guess it’s lucky for me you didn’t. What’s my name, Ridge?”

“Mistress!” he gasped, jittering under her like a dying fish. “Goddess, my goddess! I’ll do anything,
pleeeease…”
His plea trailed off into a guttural groan when she ringed the head of his cock with her claws and flexed them ever so slightly.

“What do I want to know?” She let him pump and grunt like an animal through the vice of her claws for a moment
before she denied him the pain/pleasure, never letting up on the band around his straining cock and tight balls.

Ridge babbled the coordinates to the facility like it was Holy Scripture, eyes staring blindly at the ceiling.

“Good boy,” she crooned, rising smoothly from his lap and turning to Sasha. “So that’s done. We’ll need to take him with…what’s the matter?” The little human was staring at her like she’d suddenly grown three heads, soft brown eyes limpid and traumatized.

Sasha made a mewling sound, eyes flicking from
her to the Mato sobbing and pleading incoherently behind her. “I think,” she said in a thin voice, “you’re about the scariest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Neeri flashed her a hungry grin full of sharp, white teeth. “Why Red, I never knew you were such a flirt. Where’s the washroom?
Pretty sure Ridge has germs.” She raised her hands and wiggled her fingers.

Sasha pointed to the hallway and said faintly, “Second door on the left.”

“Be right back. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Sasha snorted and muttered as she left, “Like that’s even possible.” Neeri snickered all the way down the hall.

*******

Sasha stared at the bartender and wondered how the hell she’d gotten herself into this mess.
It’d started at the bar. She’d woken up and seen this guy watching her with a disconcertingly knowing grin. She’d thought she’d fallen asleep but now wondered if something a lot more sinister had happened. Because everything the cat woman had said was true, from her birthmark to Ocen’s pet name for her.

But that was nuts, totally insane! How could she have been drugged, kidnapped, and imprisoned
, and not remember a second of it? How could she have had sex with Ocen and not
know
it? Granted, she’d been thinking about it hard. He was the most maddeningly attractive male she’d ever met, never mind that he wasn’t even human. The intricate patterns and smooth gleam of his scales called to her fingers like a siren song, making her tingle all over with the urge to touch and stroke. His scent was a tantalizing musk she’d decided must be a potent pheromone, because she couldn’t focus on anything but him when she smelled it. And he treated her with such gentle respect, his calm confidence and intent courtship seducing her as much as his deliciously muscled body. But she was just coming to terms with him being an alien—a
telepathic
alien, able to read every little thought in her head—let alone jump in the sack with him.

Her intens
e reaction to Ocen baffled her. While they were together, it hadn’t even bothered her when her workplace docked her pay for what they referred to as an “unsanctioned leave of absence.” She’d thought they’d made a mistake. How could she be gone for days and not know it?

And then there was Neeri.
Sasha shook her head, staring at the naked male still squirming and moaning in an agony of unreleased lust, a lust Neeri had inflamed with such ruthless will then walked away from with such callous disregard. Who the hell
was
she? It hadn’t escaped Sasha’s notice that Neeri had evaded that question more than once. She knew too much. She’d manipulated Ocen using his brother. She’d stepped into Sasha’s world and
claimed
it, wielding a control as impressive as it was terrifying. And they still had no idea why she was here.

Sasha rose on shaky legs and wondered what the hell she was going to do. Ocen seemed to be going along with this madness. He’d told her Neeri was being truthful about
Adin needing help but then hadn’t explained how he knew that or why he was trusting this freaky female. He’d left, and Sasha needed him back with an intensity almost as scary as Neeri’s golden, predatory eyes and razor-sharp claws.

“Ridge,” she croaked, then cleared her throat and tried again. “Is that your name? Ridge?”

He groaned, hips fucking the air slowly, cock bright red and glistening with liquid dribbling from the engorged head. Sasha pulled her eyes away from that bobbing member, trying to ignore her own morbid fascination and the tingling heat between her thighs. She shouldn’t be turned on by this. It was bizarre and just…wrong.

“She called you something else, too. Rytel? Are you Rytel?”

He lifted his head, expression dazed and eyes blurred. “Mistress. I need my Mistress…”

“Snap out of it, Rytel. Tell me who she is.”

“She’s…
everything
. She’s my world. Please,” he choked on a sob. “I need her to hurt me again.”

“Oh, hell,” Sasha muttered, feeling her face burn.

This upsets you,
Ocen murmured in her mind.

She
yelped and whirled, clutching a hand to her chest and glowering as he stepped into the room. “Yes! Of course it upsets me.  It should upset you, too. She full-on admitted she’s kidnapped this guy. And now she’s doing things to him I’m not even sure are legal. Why are you listening to her?”

I listen because she speaks true. For the most part.
But I meant his desire upsets you.
Ocen stopped at her side, brushing a lock of her hair back gently and capturing her gaze with his hypnotic, color-saturated eyes.
Is lust so frightening, little sayshin?

She blinked at him. “What? No…” His fleeting touch and warm spice were fogging her mind. What were they talking about?

Good.
His mental voice practically purred. His tongue peeked out, black, forked, and furtive, disappearing too soon.
I scent your need. It almost equals my own. Will you still hold yourself from me?
He brushed his knuckles under her chin, his scales a cool and mesmerizing hard silk against her suddenly hot skin.

“Hold myself?” she parroted without really
knowing what she was saying. She’d often seen him taste the air with that nimble tongue, and every time the sight made something clench and quiver deep inside her. Did he just say he could smell her?

You
have kept me at a distance, though I sensed your desire. But never so strong as now, so thick and sweet like honey. It drives me mad. Please, sayshin, please let me taste your sweetness.
His tongue flicked out again, kissing her bottom lip with the barest tingling touch. Her knees turned to water and she very nearly moaned aloud.

“Nope! We don’t have time for that either,” Neeri announced, slipping in between them
with a sinuous and shocking lack of propriety. “Mmm, though the two of you do smell so ripe and ready. Maybe later.” With a stroking hand and a lithe twist, she was gone again, almost before Sasha could register what had happened. “Right now, we’ve got some crime to do.”

Belatedly, Sasha squeaked in outrage. She’d just bee
n groped by a psycho cat woman with zero morals and an alarming knack for trouble. She glared at Ocen and jabbed an accusing finger at Neeri.
“That
upsets me!”

He made a sound between a hiss and a laugh.
That I understand.

Neeri ignored them like they’d ceased to exist, circling her victim before swooping and slashing through his ankle restraints with a swiftness and ease that made Sasha’s heart jackknife in her chest. Was she going to kill this guy?
She seemed more than capable of it, as wild and predatory as a panther. Her high cheekbones and narrow jaw gave her face an almost delicate look, but those slanted, unblinking eyes with their vertically slit pupils and bright golden color seemed to see everything, claim everything. Sasha watched her nervously, wondering what to do if Neeri did get violent. Ocen didn’t seem worried, but he also hadn’t been bothered by the bartender’s sexual torture.

Rytel
had renewed his begging, but Neeri ignored him too, touching a control at her waist. He floated up from the chair, spasming in the air like a fish out of water. “Hold still, Ridge. Let’s get your pants on you.” Neeri snagged the piece of clothing from the corner and looked at Sasha and Ocen with raised brows. “Don’t just stand there. We’ve got to get moving.”

“You’ve
got to get moving,” Sasha retorted, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you need to go play somewhere else. I’m not—”

Suddenly Neeri was right there in front of her, so close Sasha could feel her warm breath brushing over her skin. She’d moved so fast, Sasha had seen only a blur. Ocen moved just as fast, his arm just as suddenly between them, hand splayed on Neeri’s chest in restrained warning.
But the cat woman didn’t even look at him, her unblinking stare locked on Sasha. “You are both coming with me,” Neeri said in a low voice, her tone full of soft menace. “Because I need you, and once I get Adin out, they might come looking for you. Do you really want that, little Red?”

You believe there is danger?
Ocen asked.

Sasha wanted to scream, “Yes! Are you kidding? Look at her!” But she guessed
he was talking to Neeri, so she stayed very still, held her breath, and prayed the scary female wasn’t in a hunting mood.

“Of course there’s danger,”
Neeri snapped, turning that golden gaze on Ocen. “For all of us. Why do you think I’m doing this?” Then she glanced down at his hand and tilted her head, as if contemplating ripping it off.