Neeri’s Need:
How to Crash a Party
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Not everyone could float a body through a crowd with impunity. Not everyone was Neeri.
She moved through the passageways of the space s tation with the sleek, predatory stride of a Lyomedrin on a mission, Ridge the backstabbing bartender drifting unconscious behind her on an antigrav tether. Plenty of people stared but she only stared back, giving them a challenging look and a wicked smile. Maybe her confidence gave them pause. Or maybe her teeth looked particularly sharp today. Whatever the reason, no one got in her way.
A good thing. She didn’t have time for petty things like assault charges. She had a few more crimes on her to-do list today, plus a daring rescue to plan. Her former bosses would notice Ridge’s absence soon and start putting two and two together. Hope they suck at math, she thought with a smirk.
Sasha’s living unit was rig ht where Ridge had said it would be. Lucky for him. Neeri touched the visitor chime and plastered a pleasant smile on her face. This was going to be a bit awkward, especially since time was precious. Explaining to Sasha that she’d been drugged, kidnapped, fucked magnificently by her cell mate, and then mind-wiped so she remembered nothing wouldn’t be easy. Getting her to help after that might be a little tricky.
A window of transparency formed in the door as the solid barrier de molecularized to allow Sasha to see her visitor. The pretty little red-headed human frowned at Neeri. “Yes?” she asked through the unit’s transmitter. Then her eyes flicked over Neeri’s shoulder to the floating body and widened in alarm.
Damn Ridge. He wasn’t going to make this any easier. “Hi, Sasha,” Neeri said as nicely as she knew how. “Is Ocen with you?” She figured mentioning the gorgeous Ophidian would at least give Sasha pause and maybe get her foot in the door.
“How did—? Who are you? What do you want?”
Neeri hid impatience behind her smile, taking pains not to let her canines slip into view. Humans were so skittish around predator species. “If he’s there, please tell him I know where his brother is. This guy,” she gestured at the comatose bartender, “kidnapped him. I need Ocen’s help to get Adin back.”
Sasha gaped at her for a second before jumping a little and glancing over her shoulder, as if she’d been goosed. Neeri’s smile widened with satisfaction. Ocen was there; she could tell by Sasha’s reaction. They really had mated true.
The crease in Sasha’s brow returned, but the door disappeared, clearing the threshold for Neeri and her luggage to enter. They weren’t taking her on faith, though—Neeri could just see Ocen’s tall form off to the side, tensed to pounce if she misbehaved. She grinned, enjoying the idea. For one thing, she almost always misbehaved. And her recent experience with his brother Adin had taught her that a pouncing Ophidian was spectacular fun.
On the other hand, they didn’t have time for that kind of fun. With an inner sigh of regret, she eased across the threshold, hands lifted in a gesture of peaceful intent, claws safely retracted. “I’m Neeri. We’ve never actually met, but I know you both. You wouldn’t remember…” She paused with a frown, distracted by the scents in the living unit. Taking a deeper breath to confirm what she was smelling, she made a disgusted noise and glanced between them. “Are you kidding? You haven’t had sex yet?”
Sasha spluttered and backed away, creamy complexion turning rosy. Ocen stepped forward, calm as ever, eyes deep pools of color to match his blue-gray scales, though his very fine body was disappointingly covered in a black flight suit. She thought Adin was even more stunning than his brother, but she remembered Ocen’s sleek muscles and thick cocks with a misty fondness.
You mentioned my brother, Ocen said telepathically, his mental voice as solid and calm as his expression. But she’d spent
How to Crash a Party
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Not everyone could float a body through a crowd with impunity. Not everyone was Neeri.
She moved through the passageways of the space s tation with the sleek, predatory stride of a Lyomedrin on a mission, Ridge the backstabbing bartender drifting unconscious behind her on an antigrav tether. Plenty of people stared but she only stared back, giving them a challenging look and a wicked smile. Maybe her confidence gave them pause. Or maybe her teeth looked particularly sharp today. Whatever the reason, no one got in her way.
A good thing. She didn’t have time for petty things like assault charges. She had a few more crimes on her to-do list today, plus a daring rescue to plan. Her former bosses would notice Ridge’s absence soon and start putting two and two together. Hope they suck at math, she thought with a smirk.
Sasha’s living unit was rig ht where Ridge had said it would be. Lucky for him. Neeri touched the visitor chime and plastered a pleasant smile on her face. This was going to be a bit awkward, especially since time was precious. Explaining to Sasha that she’d been drugged, kidnapped, fucked magnificently by her cell mate, and then mind-wiped so she remembered nothing wouldn’t be easy. Getting her to help after that might be a little tricky.
A window of transparency formed in the door as the solid barrier de molecularized to allow Sasha to see her visitor. The pretty little red-headed human frowned at Neeri. “Yes?” she asked through the unit’s transmitter. Then her eyes flicked over Neeri’s shoulder to the floating body and widened in alarm.
Damn Ridge. He wasn’t going to make this any easier. “Hi, Sasha,” Neeri said as nicely as she knew how. “Is Ocen with you?” She figured mentioning the gorgeous Ophidian would at least give Sasha pause and maybe get her foot in the door.
“How did—? Who are you? What do you want?”
Neeri hid impatience behind her smile, taking pains not to let her canines slip into view. Humans were so skittish around predator species. “If he’s there, please tell him I know where his brother is. This guy,” she gestured at the comatose bartender, “kidnapped him. I need Ocen’s help to get Adin back.”
Sasha gaped at her for a second before jumping a little and glancing over her shoulder, as if she’d been goosed. Neeri’s smile widened with satisfaction. Ocen was there; she could tell by Sasha’s reaction. They really had mated true.
The crease in Sasha’s brow returned, but the door disappeared, clearing the threshold for Neeri and her luggage to enter. They weren’t taking her on faith, though—Neeri could just see Ocen’s tall form off to the side, tensed to pounce if she misbehaved. She grinned, enjoying the idea. For one thing, she almost always misbehaved. And her recent experience with his brother Adin had taught her that a pouncing Ophidian was spectacular fun.
On the other hand, they didn’t have time for that kind of fun. With an inner sigh of regret, she eased across the threshold, hands lifted in a gesture of peaceful intent, claws safely retracted. “I’m Neeri. We’ve never actually met, but I know you both. You wouldn’t remember…” She paused with a frown, distracted by the scents in the living unit. Taking a deeper breath to confirm what she was smelling, she made a disgusted noise and glanced between them. “Are you kidding? You haven’t had sex yet?”
Sasha spluttered and backed away, creamy complexion turning rosy. Ocen stepped forward, calm as ever, eyes deep pools of color to match his blue-gray scales, though his very fine body was disappointingly covered in a black flight suit. She thought Adin was even more stunning than his brother, but she remembered Ocen’s sleek muscles and thick cocks with a misty fondness.
You mentioned my brother, Ocen said telepathically, his mental voice as solid and calm as his expression. But she’d spent
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