24. Ash
Ash
The club feels different tonight. And it's been a long time since it's felt like this.
Usually, the air is tight with restraint, violence leashed but never gone, everybody on edge as the tension simmers between us. Tonight, that tension is gone, replaced by noise and electric energy and careless celebration.
Pulsing dance music pumps through the speakers, red lights flashing in the darkness as the crowd of Devil’s undulate on the dance floor.
Everyone has shown up tonight, booths and chairs pushed to the sides, drinks flowing constantly.
The red-light spills over the club, bathing the room in something slow and sinful.
This is the Devil’s I know and love.
This is what it is all for.
I look around at all my men spread out across the club, all of them with drinks in their hands and women on their laps.
It's an all-out party tonight. Taking a swig from my own drink, I lean against the bar.
Matt is watching the same crowd that I'm watching, and I know he is thinking the same thing. It’s like the good old days.
The times that I replay in my head when it all gets so heavy in here.
My eyes dart to Griff, his large frame slouched in a seat. Two girls are straddling each thigh; his huge hands wrapped around them and gripping their naked asses. They writhe and arch into his muscular body.
Jax, a guy who spends most of his time at the underground fighting pits, is rutting into some girl against the wall, her legs wrapped tight around his waist while he snarls into her mouth.
His hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back so he can bite down on her throat like he’s starving.
The girl moans, clawing at him like she can’t get close enough.
Beside him, another devil is stretched out on a couch, his head tipped back in bliss while two women kneel between his legs, competing for his cock.
The entire club has dissolved into chaos, a fevered orgy of sweat, liquor and sin.
Bodies colliding. Clothes half ripped. Moans weaving in with the bass.
Leon is on the dance floor, grinding behind another girl, his hands gripping her hips as he bumps his cock into her ass, laughing and whispering into her ear.
And then there's my angel, my perfect wicked angel, still in her stunning, silky blue dress, hair wild and free, dancing in the middle of the room. The smile she wears is full of life and excitement as her hips sway to the beat hands sliding up her body.
I can't take my eyes off her tonight, something in her has changed.
I didn't think she could get any better, any fucking more sexier than she already was, but the look in her eyes as she threw the bomb at Zeke’s casino, lighting it in flames; it made it official.
She is everything, and now my men know it too.
I know she knows that I'm the one who murdered Malcolm. She knows it and she's still here.
For once, she hasn’t run.
She knows it was something I had to do. I didn't miss the way she smiled when she made the realization, and it made everything worth it.
It made his disgusting sobs, the smell of his piss, and the way it felt to touch his putrid body, all worth it.
Even though my back aches from lifting the fucker up and taking him to the top of the building to throw off, it was worth it for a glimpse of her devious little smile.
And now she's here celebrating with my men, our men, and she looks perfect doing it. Moans and whimpers fill the air along with the sensual music, and it's a throwback to what the Devil’s used to be. I didn’t think we would ever get back here, if I’m being honest. Not after our brothers were murdered so brutally, so recently.
But my angel brought us back. She gave us this.
I know tomorrow is going to come with repercussions.
Zeke is not going to take this lightly. Blowing up one of his primary sources of income will provoke him, pushing him to strike next.
There’s no pretending otherwise. It will force him out of the shadows.
We are already at war; he made that much clear. He’s been quiet and calculated.
I’m done with that. If war is inevitable, then we might as well be the ones who choose when it begins.
And I knew my angel needed something...so I gave it to her. I gave her the power, just like she gives it back to me. I gave her a choice and boy did she fucking choose it.
She chose it with fire in her eyes and the cutest grin on her face. With makeup still running down her face from how hard I fucked her.
I take another swig of my drink, letting the familiar burn settle me before I turn back to Matt and give him a wink as I reach over the counter and take a bottle of vodka.
His eyes sparkle with knowing before I turn and stride towards the middle of the dance floor, where my perfect girl sways to the music.
When I reach her, her eyes flicker open, catching the red light as it spills across her face.
There’s a glassy haze to them from the alcohol, but the way she looks at me is anything but unfocused.
Her arms loops around my neck as the music pulls us into its rhythm, our bodies pressed tight.
She melts into me, and I feel her everywhere.
Lifting the bottle I took, I let the bitter alcohol fill my mouth.
She watches me from inches away, lips parted, eyes dark and expectant, blinking up at me.
I lean in, close enough to feel her breath hitch, and tip my mouth to hers, letting the vodka pass from my mouth to hers.
Her throat works as she swallows; her fingers tighten at the back of my neck.
A soft sound slips from her lips, more reaction than noise, and it goes straight through me.
The way she dances, so uninhibited and free, has me grinning down at her, moving with her to the music.
Her gaze flicks past me, over my shoulder, her face morphing into one of want. One that has my cock hardening in an instant. One glance over my shoulder and I’m laughing, watching her watch the two girls grind on Griff without any shame.
“You really are a sick little puppy, aren’t you, Angel?” I lean in to whisper into her ear. She shivers as my warm breath ghosts down her neck. “Just as twisted as me.”
She doesn’t reply, but with the way her eyes flick back to Griff, I have my answer.
A loud moan sounds from the bar, and both of our heads whip to the sound, a breathy laugh falling out of her when she sees what’s going on.
Matt is pouring alcohol in between a young girl's tits, his tongue flicking over her nipple as the liquid drips into his mouth.
Maddy is vibrating; her hunger for her own pleasure written all over her face. Reaching down, my hands grip her ass, and I lift her legs to wrap around me, needing to feel her perfect warmth. My hard cock grinds against her folds as I hold her in the middle of the dance floor.
“You were perfect tonight,” I tell her, whispering into her ear before pulling back to look at her face again. “How did I find an angel like you?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at me through her long lashes. “You didn’t find me. You claimed me,” she hums.
She’s right. I did claim her. Body, mind and soul. And i don’t plan on giving her up.
Reaching down, I pull out my aching cock, fisting it in my hand, already feeling the need to blow inside of her. Her panties are long gone, torn somewhere in a hedge maze, and my cock grazes her sopping wet cunt. All the live-action porn turning her into a soaked, needy little thing.
“Look, Angel,” I murmur, nodding down towards my hard cock and the new ink scrawled just along the base of my erection.
Her name, Angel, in cursive ink stains my flesh forever. Her eyes widen, lashes fluttering before they slowly rise to mine. I can’t read her expression, and uncharacteristic nerves flood me for a second. But then she throws her head back, a shocked laugh falling past her lips.
“You’re insane,” she giggles, and I can’t help but laugh back. I mean... she’s not wrong.
Sinking into her feels like coming home. She throws her head back, crying out as I drive into her completely in one go, her warm, wet cunt squeezes me like a fucking fist.
With my hands on her hips, I lift her off my cock and pull her back on, needing to fill her fucking cunt with my cum. I growl and grunt in the middle of my club, fucking my woman, as she holds onto me for dear life.
My hands slide up and down her body, trying to feel every inch of her. I feel like I'll never be able to get enough.
My lips collide with hers, and she tastes like fucking heaven as our tongues swirl together. My teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, pulling it roughly, and she whines into my mouth as I swallow the sound.
The salacious sounds of sex, sin and music thump around us, bodies on either side of us as we writhe together.
Her ankles are locked behind my back as she uses momentum to rise and fall over my cock, moving like a wild animal desperate for more.
I know how she feels because I feel the same way, so utterly intoxicated and driven wild with primal need.
My balls slap against her as I drive into her, the taste of alcohol mingling on our tongues.
We are on a high like never before, after a night of death, destruction and wickedness.
Whatever we face tomorrow, we will face together, because no one threatens my angel or touches her and gets away with it.
And after tonight, my men will protect her without question.