Chapter 1 #2
We stayed like that for hours, with our two eldest siblings lounging in our VIP booth, watching over us, while Nova and I danced like our lives depended on it.
Riot? She moved like she was trying to dance, but we all knew the truth.
She was scanning the crowd, guarding our backs, as always. Riot would always be Riot.
Their departures came as expected. Ezra got called away to deal with some emergency that only she could fix, but she promised she’d see me and bring a gift to the family dinner tomorrow.
Calix dipped out soon after, loyal sap that he was, going to visit Valentina like the committed, whipped romantic he’d become.
Riot, ever the soldier, had another job lined up, one that had to be timed just right so she could make it in time for dinner tomorrow. Nova lasted the longest, soaking up some rare girl time before heading off to scout fighters at an underground ring for Dad.
Me? I had the night off.
Vesta, my mentor who was helping me understand the ins and outs of the skin trade, had officially ended my mentorship, gifting me this evening with one directive: live it up. And that was exactly what I planned to do.
With Riot gone, the protective barrier of her air magic faded, and the club’s heat and scent wrapped around me, invading all of my senses.
Lust. Sweat. Hunger. The press of bodies moving together with a single intent.
I let it soak into my skin, breathing it in deep as the music pulsed through my veins.
*Eyes closed, hands raised, I let my hips sway to the rhythm. My blood beat with the bass, my body moving on instinct. My wings ached to be released, and I gave in.
A hush rippled through the space around me as my clear, delicate wings shimmered to life, swaying to the song in their magical elegance. Gasps. Murmurs. Male and female voices whispering their desires in the darkness, and I smiled.
Look at me. Want me. Fall in love with me. I own your hunger.
They didn't call me the Syndicate Flower for nothing. I was the youngest sibling, the one who lured her prey in with a siren's smile and killed with a kiss. Petals like lace. Thorns like razors.
So, when thick, possessive hands gripped my waist, I didn’t flinch.
Lips brushed against my ear, a deep male voice pouring over me like warm honey. “How can they stand it? How can anyone just watch this goddess dance without craving her? Without wanting to get on their knees and beg for her attention?”
I ground my ass back into his crotch, where a hard, thick length pressed against me. “Guess that’s not your problem.”
He groaned, starved, desperate, the kind of sound that said he didn’t know if he wanted to worship me or devour me whole. I liked that sound. I liked it far too much.
When his trembling hand traced down my wing and kissed the base of my spine like an offering, I shivered. Eyes still closed, I soaked in that sacred need. Craved. Desired. Devoted. The perfect birthday gift.
Rolling my body against his, I arched and dipped low until my ass almost touched the floor before snapping it back up into his crotch.
My wings fluttered against his face, teasing him with their delicate nature.
The music faded into the background, and the world shrank until it was just his body, mine, and the electricity crackling between us.
I heard them. The crowd. Lustful whispers. Envious stares. Fear tucked into the shadows. All of it fed me.
Still, I didn’t look at him. The mystery made it all the sweeter.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So much better up close. More powerful.”
That’s right, baby. Fall under my spell.
Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back, feeling the pulse of our magics bouncing off each other, telling me he was a demon.
My lips grazed his chin. “Dance with me,” I purred, digging my nose into his neck to get a whiff of his delicious scent.
He smelled like he was made of sweet nightmares and everlasting devotion.
“Make them all wish they were you. Make them want to kill you to take your place.”
He growled, “They already do. Give it a few more songs and someone might actually try.” His arms tightened as he buried his face in my hair. “Would that make you happy? Seeing me bleed for you?”
His cock pulsed against me, and all I could think was, Fuck, this man is the perfect gift.
I let the back of my head rest on his shoulder as we moved, effortlessly in sync. He matched my rhythm without needing direction, his movements ensuring I remained center stage beneath the spotlight.
His fingers trailed up my body, slow and reverent, tracing each jeweled piece of my bra until one hand cupped my breast. The other slid up my thigh, sneaking beneath my skirt to grab a handful of ass.
“Do you see them?” he whispered. “See how they stare? How they glare at me?” His breath was ragged against my neck. “It excites me, how much they want you. How much they hate me for touching you. Are you going to let them take you?”
He squeezed my breast, not so much threatening as tempting.
Grabbing his hand, I slid it down between my legs. The barely there scrap of my skirt and thong shielded us just enough for a public indecency loophole while still giving the crowd a good show.
I pressed my finger over his, guiding us into me, and we gasped in unison.
His body tensed. I moved our fingers in and out, each stroke soaking me more.
“Another finger,” I demanded, breathless.
He obeyed, slipping a second in, his groan echoing in my ear as he pumped deeper, harder.
Before he could speak, I shoved my finger into his mouth. He sucked greedily, tongue swirling, hips grinding. My insides coiled, the heat in my belly building fast.
“I want your mouth. Now.”
It came out more command than request, and to his credit, he didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees behind me, lifted my skirt, and spread me open like a present. Then he dove in.
His tongue moved like he’d been born for this. I struggled to stay upright, heels wobbling as he licked me like I was the last meal he’d ever get.
I grabbed the nearest body, a wide-eyed bro-like werewolf who’d gotten far too close, and clutched his shoulders for balance. He let out a startled yelp.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled, gasping. “Stay. Right. Fucking. There.” I closed my eyes and moaned. “Move, and I’ll rip your throat out.”
Glancing up, I saw the wolf looking around for help, and when no one came to his rescue, he stayed put like he was told.
Another peek at him made me realize that I had danced with him earlier and rejected him.
His dick was not birthday dick quality, so I let him go.
Lucky him, he’d get to see my come face without having to use his dick. Win-win.
My mystery man trailed a hand up my thigh, finding my clit and rubbing with filthy precision. I couldn’t even pretend to hold back anymore. My fingernails dug into the werewolf’s flesh.
My wings fluttered as heat rolled through me, and my moans grew louder with every thrust of his tongue.
Eyes half-lidded, I looked into the crowd. Bodies danced, lights flashed, but their eyes? Their eyes were locked on me. Watching. Wishing. Worshipping.
This was how life should be. No rules. No apologies. Just raw, unfiltered ecstasy.
Just as I was about to spin around and mount this mystery man like a throne, he sucked my clit so hard it was like he ripped the orgasm out of me.
“Aah—Aahhh—Aahhhhhh!” My whole body locked. Time paused. Pleasure cracked through me like lightning.
Then came the gulping sounds. Loud. Shameless. My mystery man drank my cum like it was his sacred elixir.
I collapsed forward, my forehead hitting the werewolf’s back. He stiffened again, and I looked down to see his hips thrusting into nothing like he couldn't help it. Poor thing.
My mystery man kissed a trail up my thighs, ass, and spine, marking me like he was branding me. I moaned again, trying to stay standing.
I slapped the werewolf’s ass as soon as my legs got steady. “Your services are no longer needed.” He jolted, anger flaring up in his eyes, but then he hesitated, shook his head, and scurried off.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist. A voice, hoarse and hungry, whispered into my ear, “You taste like sin and pure magic. I want more. So much fucking more.”
His grip bruised my hips, but I leaned into him. It hurt, but gods, it felt so good.
Keeping my eyes closed, I ran my nose along his cheek and tasted myself on his skin. I licked my lips.
“I want more too,” I whispered. “Did you know it was my birthday?”
His body went still. He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to, because this was happening.
I pulled a hotel keycard out from my bra, the side he hadn’t grabbed, and slid it into his hand on my waist. “Meet me upstairs in thirty minutes. I’m not letting you go until your soul belongs to me.”
I traced my hand up the back of his neck and threaded it through his hair. It was just long enough to hold on to. Could this man be any more perfect? “Then I’ll decide if you’re worth keeping… or tossing back into the pond.”
Lifting his hand, I kissed his palm, leaving a perfect red lipstick stain. “Don’t disappoint me.”
I peeled away, and his hands fell from my body as the crowd parted for me like I was royalty. I blew kisses to those who stared and winked at those who dared to look jealous.
Tonight, I’d chosen my stud, and I was going to ride him like my life depended on it.
As the elevator doors slid shut, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
The cool stainless steel walls pressed against my back, grounding me as my pulse thrummed just beneath the skin.
My wings itched to break free, and my legs trembled from the delicious edge I teetered on.
The feeling was mouthwatering, the anticipation like spotting something ripe, forbidden, and ready to bite into.
Sex? I knew it like second nature.