Adin's Adventure: How to Ruin a Rescue Page 5

  Neeri caught it quickly with her tongue then hummed low delight in her throat at his sweet, spicy flavor.

  Stars, Neeri, don’t…

  She ignored his strained protest and jerking hips, greedy for the taste of him. Sitting on his thighs to hold him still, she laved her tongue over the head of his cock, eyes half-closed as she savored the sweetness and cool, slick texture of him. Lowering her mouth over the bulbous head, she sucked slow and luxuriously, like he was the very best of tasty treats, enjoying the thick throb on her tongue and the guttural sounds he was making.

  Do your females do this for you? she asked him, thinking they’d be crazy not to. He tasted divine, absolute ambrosia.

  But his mind was incoherent with need and the fire rushing through him burned its way into her as well, hitting her hard. She cried out, throwing her head back and arching under the force of it. He sent her the image she’d shown him of what she wanted to try next and she nearly sobbed with need, tumbling off him in her haste to bring that picture to life.

  He lunged up, rising to his knees, eyes blazing with fierce color. His name ran through her mind like a river, a plea and a prayer both, as she braced on one elbow and knee, lifting the other leg to hook it around his torso. Presenting aching pussy and ass to those thick and beautiful twin cocks.

  Neeri, I can’t… His mental voice was fractured, savage lust warring with sweet anxiety. She felt his worry that he would hurt her, that he’d lose control before he could fully please her. But she wouldn’t be denied. Baring her teeth in fierce demand, she tugged on him and pressed closer.

  Feeling his heads first tease then press against her holes, Neeri groaned with a need so huge and hot she thought she’d die of it. He hooked a hand under her waist to hold her quaking body steady and slowly pushed those cool, heavy heads into her. The thick stretch and burn slammed her right over the edge and she shrieked her release, the world blowing away in a blinding explosion.

  Adin stayed ridged, grinding his teeth and holding on to her quivering body as she rode out her orgasm. He didn’t feel it with her, keeping out of her mind in an act of self-preservation. Just feeling her tight tissues convulse and squeeze his cock heads was almost enough to kill him. He’d never manage to bury himself inside her if he stayed in her mind and she’d showed him that’s exactly what she wanted—both cocks slamming into her all the way, filling her, claiming her.

  And he wanted that with every particle of his being. She was his, his mate. His true mate. He’d known it from his first taste of her. He’d heard her conscious rejection of it, but she responded to him with such perfection it shook him down to his soul. She was made for him and him for her, regardless of their origins.

  Adin held her in his hands, taking her weight with one hand and stroking her quaking thigh with the other, waiting for her. When she moaned and opened her eyes, he rolled his hips slowly, hissing at the delirious hot kiss of her tissues around his aching heads. She jerked and let out another soft cry, and Adin knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Hitching her thigh higher against his chest, he leaned forward and pressed, trying to go slow and careful. She bucked and shrieked again but not in pain—he felt her come again, pussy rippling around his tunneling shaft as her ass clamped down on his other cock so tightly stars sparkled in his vision.

  He shook and growled and pressed into her, so close to his own monstrous orgasm he could taste it. When he was fully sheathed inside her sweet body, he paused again, sucking wind like a runner and trying desperately not to explode. Then he very carefully eased back into her mind.

  She was a maelstrom of sensation, a seething sea of pleasure, his name running through her like lifeblood. This was what she’d wanted, what she’d needed, this deep, complete possession, filling her, stretching her, satisfying some essential part of her in a way she’d never found until him, until Adin…

  His orgasm rolled over him like a cataclysm, unstoppable and obliterating. It seemed like every part of him climaxed, every particle of his body and mind. He wasn’t aware of thrusting savagely into her, only that the sensations continued, swelling and smashing through him over and over for a blissful eternity.

  When it finally receded, he found himself sprawled across the bed and her, body aching and utterly spent, mind sluggish with languid joy. Neeri…

  She murmured a wordless, contented response and stretched against him. He dragged open his lids and met her gaze, feeling her smile all the way down to his soul. He eased her closer and tasted that smile, kissing her slow and deep, exhaustion pulling him toward peaceful sleep.

  Can’t, she whispered in his mind even as she curled closer. Have to go before…

  She went still. Then she lifted her head, lithe form slowly tensing.

  Neeri? But his eyelids were so heavy. He could barely focus on her, didn’t understand the bleary alarm on her face.

  “Shit,” she slurred as his eyes closed and the world drifted away. Her mental voice followed him into sleep. That bastard gassed us.

  *******

  Rytel folded his arms across his chest and leaned his hips against the counter, watching the Lyo female twitch and start to wake. He grinned to himself, glad it was a slow night and the bar wasn’t too busy. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss this for all the worlds.

  He enjoyed his assignment, enjoyed choosing the program’s new meat, but he’d have killed to have her job, watching the fuck-fest day and night. Having the power to choose who screwed who. Just the thought made his dick diamond hard and tightened his balls.

  But Neeri had messed up, hadn’t she? He didn’t know what she’d done to piss off the bosses, but he’d been more than happy to wipe her mind and stick her right back where they’d found her. Maybe they’d let him take over her job.

  He watched Neeri lift her head, grinning as she looked around with a frown. He loved her confusion, her sweet ignorance. It was the best part of the process for him, even better than knocking them out. Watching them wake up, clueless about what was happening to them, what they’d been doing. Completely ignorant of his part in it.

  Kidnapping people and getting away with it was the best high he’d ever found.

  Almost breathless with anticipation, he watched her eyes skim over the bar straight to him. He smirked and gave her a little salute, then almost laughed when she smiled back with that same slow, come-on look she’d given him the first time they’d met. Maybe this time he’d get to strip her bare and fuck her raw instead of just recruiting her.

  He watched her rise and saunter across the bar toward him, enjoying her smooth prowl. He’d heard so many mind-blowing things about Lyo females in heat. He hoped like hell he’d get to try a few with her, find out if they were as insatiable as the rumors said.

  She reached the counter, unblinking eyes fixed on him, a hint of canines showing in her sexy smile. “Hi, Ridge,” she said casually.

  He had a split second to realize she remembered him. The mind-wipe had failed. Then she exploded over the counter, crashing into him with a violence that drove hot fear like a spike through his brain. He flung up his arms, but a claw was already clamped over his throat and he froze, quivering.

  “How you doin’, pal?” she whispered darkly in his ear, her breath hot and savage. “Long time no see. How’s business?”

  “N-Neeri,” he panted. “I can explain.”

  She snorted. “You’re hilarious, Ridge.”

  “My name’s not—”

  “It is today,” she cut him off in a deadly serious tone. Her other hand slipped down between them, claws grasping then slowly tightening around his balls in clear threat. She leaned back and met his gaze with a sharp-edged smile. “No erasing my mind, sweetness. Took a few precautions when I started working there. I had a feeling anybody who’d hire you couldn’t be trusted. And I was right, wasn’t I? But they messed with the wrong kitty this time.”

  “Neeri,” he breathed carefully, his world narrowing to the bright needles of pain at his throat and b
alls, to her ruthless, predatory stare. Hot weakness rushed through him, an exquisite surrender to her dominion, and his dick twitched against the ball of her hand. “Please.” The thick pleading in his shaky voice turned him on even more.

  Then her hands tightened past pleasure into real pain.

  “Now Ridge, I want you to make yourself a drink. You know the one I mean, the special one that knocks you out. Then you’ll be my good little captive and answer all my questions. Our bosses have something of mine. I’m going back there and you’re going to help me, aren’t you?”

  All he saw was red and her wide savage eyes. He could do nothing but nod.

  “Good boy. Answer me one thing before you go night-night. Where is Ocen and Sasha?”

  Stuttering, he told her.

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