Page 6 of The Devil and His Sparrow

But it wasn’t catching my eye tonight.

No. Tonight, I wanted a challenge. Someone who didn’t see me, the guy flooding their minds as they fucked themselves senseless while alone at night. I wanted the chase. I wanted to put real effort in convincing someone to spread their legs and let me in. I wanted—

My breath caught. I straightened a hair and leaned closer to the window.

Two girls hovered to the side of the crowd. While both were beautiful, my attention zeroed in on the shorter, thicker of the two. Fishnet tights covered her legs, which disappeared into a black, pleated skirt, and hanging around her torso was one of our band t-shirts. Her long brown hair was curled, and half of it was pulled back and secured with a big black bow. She fidgeted with the shirt she wore while her big brown eyes looked nervously around her. Her friend was tugging on her with a wide grin as she bounced on her feet. The brunette offered a smile that, even from this distance, seemed cautious.

Timid.

Unsure.

Like a bird that wanted to fly but was too scared to take that first leap.

I’d bet when she did leap off the branch, though, she was hot, eager, and a great fuck.

The shy ones usually were.

She glanced up at the building, most likely just to take in the magnitude of the scene, and somehow, her eyes locked on mine. I raised a brow at her in silent question. What would the little birdy do? Scream and pant from having the Zagan make eye contact with her? Flash me her tits? Yell for everyone else to look up here to see me, too?

Her eyes widened, and a blush swept over her cheeks. She quickly averted her gaze and ducked her head.

My lip curled up. “Perfect.”

“Find one?” Dante and my manager asked at the same time.

“Yeah.” I pointed her out and described her for Leo to jot down.

Dante gave a low whistle and said, “Jot me down for the friend she’s with.” He nudged me and added, “Maybe we can have a foursome.”

I looked back out the window at the girl I’d picked. She didn’t glance back up here to sneak another peek of me. Instead, she kept her back to the window like she was too afraid to catch my eye again. My groin ached anew as I pictured fisting my hand into the hair around her bow, shoving her forward so she had to expose that ass beneath the skirt, and plowing into it until tears covered those rosy cheeks.

“Nahh,” I finally replied. “My little bird is probably the type to only want one partner at a time. If I’m wrong, though, maybe we will.”

Dante scoffed. “Fucking lame.”

I slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Not necessarily. It just means I get her all to myself, and I’m willing to bet, she’s a freak when she’s like that.” My dick twitched in my pants again, and I smiled, thinking about what was to come. “Definitely gonna be a good dinner tonight.”

Chapter 3

Iyla

THERE’S NO WAY HE LOOKED at me. I’m imagining things.

I kept chanting it to myself as I shuffled alongside Nahla and the rest of the crowd. I wasn’t familiar with the band, Sinners Do It Better, but the guy I’d seen in the window definitely looked like the guy on Nahla’s shirt, which she’d forced me to wear along with the rest of my outfit. I was just glad she’d let me wear the t-shirt. She’d initially tried putting me in a bra.

I glanced at the crowd of people around us, noticing that I would’ve blended right in if I’d worn such a thing. Some women literally had no tops on. Just stickers of a demon head taped over their nipples.

What kind of concert is this?

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Nahla cheered for the third time as we neared the entrance. She’d opted to wear the bra I’d rejected with a lace mesh shirt over it and tucked into her black skinny jeans. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a silky curtain, and she brushed some behind her heavily studded ear as she looked down at me. “When I won the two tickets at work, I was so bummed thinking the second one would go to waste. I’m glad I convinced you to come with me.”

“Forced,” I corrected with a teasing laugh. “You forced me.”

That earned me a glare. “Did I stick a gun to your head? I think not.”

“I mean, you came to my apartment, stole my phone and textbooks, and wouldn’t let me leave the living room until I agreed.”

She smiled wide as though I’d complimented her. “You’ll thank me later. This band is the best! Everyone in it is hot as fuck, and their music is unreal. It always feels like the songs are reaching inside of you, encouraging you to unleash all your inner desires. Something you could definitely give a try, Miss Always-Thinking-Of-Others-First.”

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