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Her hands wind back up her body, moving across her like I want to, touching like I want to. She moves her hands up her neck, brushing the soft skin there. The fact I know how it feels makes it more erotic. Her hips dip and she brushes that hot pussy against my jean-clad cock and I have to grip the arms of the chair. Her body sways and dips so she seems like a wisp of red smoke hovering over me, a dream I can feel but can’t touch.

She places her hands on my shoulders and leans back so her back is arched, and her pussy is pressed to my dick. She slowly goes back and for one moment I wonder if her top is going to be able to hold her in. Then she’s slowly coming up and lifting off of me so she can press those soft, warm tits in my face, taunting me, hovering so close I can stick my tongue out and touch the hard peaks of her nipples. Then like that wisp of smoke, she’s gone again, back somewhere else to touch and taunt and brush.

I let her dance for me. I hold on tight to the chair - probably leaving gouges in the wood - as she treats me to a lap dance that has my dick harder than steel and my heart up in my throat. But as soon as the song is over, she’s mine. I jerk her tiny-as-fuck panties to the side and slip the fuck into her in one fluid movement leaving her gasping with her head tilted back. She was so caught up in performing for me she didn’t realize I had taken down the zipper of my jeans and let my cock out.

Dancing for me has made her wet making my entry smooth and swift. I seat myself all the way inside of her until her cervix is kissing the tip of my dick. My hands dive into her locks causing hairpins to fly from them and hit the floor around us. The scent of her hair rises around us and intoxicates me as much as the feel of her. I bury my face in her softness and wallow.

Her hand falls to my knee to help balance her and also to help her set the pace. I’ve placed the front of her dress around me and her so no one can see anything that belongs to me but if they were to look, I’m sure they would realize right away that I’m fucking her. The fact adds a hint of excitement and forbidden thrills. I want the whole damned club to know she’s mine, but I don’t want anyone to see anything I’ve laid claim to. The front panel of her skirt is perfect for this and perfect for allowing me easy access to the sweet pussy that calls to me like a siren’s song.

Her pussy squeezes up on my dick and my balls tighten against my body, preparing to fill her little womb full. My hands fall to her hips so I can rock her over me, pull her tighter, sealing our bodies together. We match our rhythms and pacing so our movements are fluid and flowing and doesn’t look so different from when she was giving me a lap dance. Her pace quickens as she rides me to our ultimate goal -release.

Her pussy flutters around my cock and starts to throb and pulse along my shaft. I take over the motion when she loses her rhythm because she is cumming, giving her three more thrusts before I follow along with her and climax. She sinks against me, lying on me while I lose some of my senses for a couple of seconds. Sight and sound come back slowly to me but I never lose the sense of having her in my arms and on my cock.

As the sounds around us come back to me, the music shuts off and the lights come up in the room for a moment. Before anyone can say a word, the normal lights are replaced by red lights and alarms blaring a warning. I’m up reaching for my gun in a heartbeat. When I look down at Jinx there is a certain amount of fear in her eyes that makes me want to murder.

“That’s the club’s alarms. Something’s happened at the gate.”

Chapter Eleven

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Fury

“We have visitors!” Someone shouts it throughout the room.

Odin stands, rising up like his namesake, “Take the women to the bunker. Use the tunnels.”

He’s speaking to the woman standing by his side. He takes her in his arms and kisses her before giving her a nod. My woman reaches for my hand, “There are guns inside the first step leading to the upper rooms. There’s ammo there too.”

I pull her to me much like Odin did his wife. The fact she told me where the guns were says a lot about how she feels about me. She loves me a little, I think. Our lips meet and I push into her warm mouth sinking into her before pulling back.

“Go with the others and stay safe. I’ll come for you when it’s over.”

She grabs onto my shirt and meets my stare with her own, “Please be safe. Don’t do something stupid like dying and break my heart.”

“You should know by now…I’ll always come for you. Now go.”

I watch as the women surround her and pull her towards a door I didn’t realize was in the wall behind one of the shelves that holds liquor bottles. I see her glance back even as she’s being pulled away. Then I bring my head back into the game and start focusing on what needs to be done to keep my woman safe.

“Any word from Brushy?” One of the men asks Odin.

“No. He’s not answering.” There’s a good amount of worry in his voice for the old biker who guards the front gate from most threats.

He kills the lights bringing the room into total darkness and we wait. The door to the club is blown open and men pour into the room. But for just a breath of a moment, no one moves as they try to adjust their eyes after the blast.

“You want to tell us why you decided to try the Sons of Chaos? Or you just want us to kill you and send your bodies home to your loved ones.” If I were a different man, I would be rethinking what I committed to after hearing Odin’s voice booming out of the darkness.

But I’m not that man. I’m the man that starts moving, silently on booted feet towards the men who think they can fuck with my angel’s club. My vision never had to make the adjustments the men who broke in did. Me - and the other club members - can see just fine.

“You killed my brother.”

“You’re going to have to narrow it down for us, dickhead. It’s really not all that obvious who your fucking brother was.” Pyro's voice comes out of the darkness.

I fight a laugh but look over at where he is doing the same thing I am, moving closer to our prey.

“He was trying to take the girl and you shot him right in the head.”

Molten lava flows through me at the knowledge this man’s brother tried to take my angel. Beside me, Pyro’s hand comes out to touch my arm. I look over and see the outline of the man who is equally just as pissed as I am. My woman…his sister. There is no way in hell any of these men are making it out of here alive. Not tonight. Not ever.

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