Page 43 of Sin and Salvation

“I don’t know if I like you being down there like that. It doesn’t seem right, considering… considering our stations in life.”

He was the President of the MC ruling half the city, after all. And I was a lowly stripper.

At least being a stripper was higher on the social scale than being Maxime’s object of obsession.

“You know, stations in life don’t matter much to an Alpha once he’s found his mate.” His hands ran upwards, and I almost choked.

“Your… mate?”

Crow was smiling again, his gaze trailing over my body. “You didn’t guess already? I couldn’t control myself when I felt your shock. Once we start bonding, your emotions will become even more clear to me.”

“And… ah, do Zane and Aeron… feel the same?” My question came out as a whisper.

“They do.” Crow quirked an eyebrow. “And we were supposed to have this talk together, so don’t spill that you already know.”

My head was whirling as he began to rinse me off and work on himself.

A mate. To an Alpha demon.

That was the sort of honor reserved for demon women who were high caste; those born with gold or silver in their horns and eyes, or simply to extremely wealthy families. Not for succubi from a line of the family tree that was so distant, we were more like weeds around the tree.

Especially one who had been owned before.

But Crow didn’t seem to care at all. When he turned off the water, his eyes were dark and intent.

I tried to reach around him for a fluffy towel (black, of course) that was stacked next to his sink, but he gripped my arm.

“I don’t think so, sugar.” His voice was soft, but something in it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. “We don’t need that where we’re going.”

He turned me around and nudged me. I walked out of the bathroom, my heart pounding wildly, and something ran into me from behind, sending me flying onto the bed. Crow climbed over me, pushing my thighs apart, and my body moved by itself, arching against him. I was already wet, desperate to feel him inside me.

I knew that when Alpha demons mated, they were wild. And once they’d locked into their mate, they were loving, erasing the pain of the wildness.

And as I looked up at Crow, who climbed over me, his cock throbbing, I knew that time had come for me.

ChapterTwenty-One

Goosebumps ran over my skin in anticipation as Crow lowered himself between my legs, forcing them apart. The heat of his skin completely wiped away the chill of the room after the hot shower, and I made a small noise as he ran his fingertips along my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful, Venus,” he murmured, looking down at my body sprawled under him. “It should be a crime to let others look at you, but it would be selfish to keep you all to myself.”

I wondered how much he’d guessed at the fact that I enjoyed stripping now, as long as they were there. There was something in their voyeuristic possessiveness that ticked all my boxes.

“It’s a crime to keep such beauty under wraps.” He lowered his head, grazing a kiss along my collar bone.

My back arched towards him, and I let my hands run over his broad shoulders, tracing the tattoos on his skin.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured approvingly, lips trailing over my stomach. “So smooth.”

His fingers were light and teasing as they danced over my skin, sliding across it like I was his to worship.

The tip of his tongue glided over my nipple and I gasped, arching towards him again. The feeling of his mouth on me was electrifying, my pussy clenching in anticipation.

To my dismay, he kept his hips angled so I couldn’t wriggle against him and slide him in. His cock throbbed against my thigh, but it wasn’t enough.

“Crow, please…” I begged, tilting my hips up to press against him.

He chuckled against my skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You’re so impatient.”

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