Page 8 of Sin and Salvation

He was hard beneath me, pulling me more firmly onto his lap as I ground onto him. It could’ve been my imagination, but I thought I heard a satisfied grunt slip out of him as I slowly rose up, arching my back so my ass was just about in his face.

I reached behind me, one-handed, and managed to unclasp my bra without trouble. My guardian demon was truly looking out for me today.

A muscle in Zane’s jaw twitched as I lifted my arms, shedding the lacy bra and revealing my hardening nipples.

Whether that was the strange excitement burning in me, or the fact that I was cold after running through the rain, I didn’t care. All that mattered was that Aeron had reached under the table without any self consciousness to adjust to his dick, leaning back in his chair and licking his lips.

The bra dropped to the table, and I felt Crow’s warm breath on the nape of my neck as I sank back down into his lap.

His fingers dug into my hips harder this time, and I closed my eyes for only a moment, blocking out the lights across the club, the waitress who was now gawking, anything but the smell of leather and sin.

It was just me and Crow, and the roughness of his jeans against my ass, his iron-hard cock throbbing against me.

Usually I couldn’t stand males touching me. I hated their predatory glances, the way they sized me up when I entered a room, the sense of entitlement that came with every interaction with them.

Especially Maxime’s people. The demons who seemed to believe that because they wore bespoke suits, they were above the law.

That the expensive watches and tailored leather shoes meant they could take whatever they wanted.

But for some reason, these three didn’t give me the impression of wanting to chew me up and spit me out.

They were predatory as hell; they owned every inch of this place, and they had given me an ultimatum that would’ve made me walk out of anywhere else.

And yet, I didn’t pick up the same latent sense of disdain that I got from Maxime’s shareholders.

All I felt with Crow’s hands on my hips was unrestrained desire, and that even though I’d had to strip for this, that they would stand by their word.

It was the sensation of something on my bare shoulder that jerked me from my thoughts. My body had been moving of its own accord, and opening my eyes to the lights and people was like being jerked back into an unwelcome reality after a respite.

Aeron’s eyes glinted with jealousy. “You’ve given him at least two dances. Maybe you should spread some around, sugar.” He patted his lap. “I’ve got room for you right here.”

I’d promised one dance as my audition, but if it convinced them…

I couldn’t get up, though. Crow’s fingers were still hooked in the band of my panties, and if I tried to move off his lap, I had no doubt I’d be leaving without them.

Sometime during the lap dance, the waitress had delivered fresh glasses of whisky.

Zane picked one up, his eyebrow arching over the rim of the glass. His eyes moved down my face, then over my shoulder to meet the President’s gaze.

I wondered what Crow thought. He was still hard, pressing insistently against me… but maybe this had just been a pretense. A free dance from someone he didn’t have to pay for.

A hint of shame flushed in my face as I read the worst of it in Zane’s lifted brow, but the demon just raised his glass to me.

“Congratulations,sugar. You’ve got the job.”

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Imade as if to get up, but Crow’s grip on me was too tight.

I was going absolutely nowhere.

It made me wonder if it wasn’t a pretense, because the Wrath demon’s hands were like vises on my hips as he settled me in more firmly.

It made me nervous—not because I was mostly naked, and they showed no sign of giving back my clothes. In fact, my clothes seemed to have disappeared from the stage, with no sign of reappearing.

It was because the warm, shimmering gold of Crow’s curved horns and Zane’s eyes gave them away as what they were: Alpha demons.

They were the highest castes of all the Houses. It made no sense how they had ended up leading a biker gang; by all rights, they should be firmly ensconced in fancy mansions on the south side of Concordia, where many of the heads of the Houses lived.

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