Neeri's Need: How to Crash a Party Read Free

“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.
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    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