Taken (Sinful Series - book 1)

Violet

Gareth either had balls or had officially gone bananas. On second thought, most definitely both. Picking a fight with Inferno, the upscale bar of many sins, was straight out insane. Even though Velvet had a momentum in their favor, Violet had seen the books. Gareth could never compete with the resources Inferno put into marketing.

“Don’t shoot the idea down just because it is ambitious. We can’t outspend them but we can outsmart them. We’re already known for our food and girls. Now we’ll up the game. Haven’t you just agreed to a duo-performance with Candice?” Gareth pointed out.

Gareth was right. There came a day in your life, when you either had to go big or go home. There was no safe home to fall back onto, which meant live or burn they would all stand by his side.

“I assume step two is having male dancers,” Violet concluded.

“Step three will be bringing on the glamour to Velvet. Some mood lighting is just the beginning. Some patrons had volunteered against a free dance for a yaer to wave the fees and do it on their downtime,” Gareth continued.

Where Inferno was known for high end shows and exclusivity, Velvet was the mom and pop’s variety of such establishment – clean, cheap and never overly crowded.

“So we are stepping up a notch.”

“We’re unique and we’ll do amazing bridal specials after we settle for our male dancers. Even Inferno hasn’t gotten that down yet.”

Violet didn’t want to point out Inferno on most days was a quiet and cozy bar. It lulled with the promise of a quiet drink, only to be presented with such a vast buffet of flesh once midnight stroke. Most couldn’t resist the allure of Inferno. Violet up to the spiked drink was one of the raving fans.

“Besides, news travelled fast about your spiked drink and a lot of your clients personally called to inquire how you are doing. They seem to also approve of Landon as your bodyguard.”

“So he got free press out of it,” Violet shrugged, failing to understand why Gareth would point it out..

“You’re more important than you realize,” Gareth shook his head serving another customer. “We have a momentum going.”

It hurt to admit that Gareth was right. The time was ripe for a change and Violet knew Velvet could not only rise to the challenge but actually had a shot at it.

As the night slowly progressed, the usually boring Tuesday night became vibrant and upbeat. There were so many patrons come midnight that Violet did not know who to serve first. It was a good problem to have. The tips were flying and although they weren’t much per customer, their volume compensated nicely. It started around ten o’clock when groups started clogging the bar. Her little bartending performance with Jack went smoothly and the orders kept coming.

It wasn’t until later on the night or early in the morning when Gareth pulled her aside.

“You already have already a half a dozen requests for a lap dances.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t even dressed up,” Violet looked at her body suit. Sure, it was provocative, with its plunging neck opening, but she still had clothes on, unlike the other girls.

“Exactly,” Gareth told her. “They asked for you by name, and they are shifters.”

“Pack order?” Violet breathed out her biggest concern.

“You can plant one or two officers, not a whole team. They came at different times and asked after you served their drink. I told them you were my barkeep tonight, and that they needed to come back when you dance. But three of them are willing to pay double. What do you want me to do?”

“Double? We can’t deny that or we risk raising too many questions,” Violet looked up at Gareth.

It was time to dance.

Violet

Dancing was freedom. It was what first built up her confidence after the rejection. Sure, Jacob was there for her, supporting her through the process and defusing her anger. But he managed to stay a hand away. Tempting but still unreachable. That was not the case with Velvet’s patrons. They were eager to serve as a substitute of the pole, and Violet had perfected her routine to the point of an artistic performance. The beat took control of her body, as her mind soared. She would zone out. She would stop thinking of him and the pain would be tolerable. Even if it was for one song, she was alive.

The satisfaction of reading the desire in the eyes of her client came second. She was wanted. No, better yet, lusted for. It was the valediction she needed. She was not damaged goods. Quite the contrary, she was a catch and the men she danced for longed to take home and to please her. Wielding such power over males helped her overcome her fears of the past. In the end, the present was all that mattered.

Once she was in the room, she was a performer, a diva. While she would converse with clients at the bar, in the small private rooms she was temptress, communicating with the curves of her body. They were there for a dance and she was unforgettable.

“Hey, Sexy,” the husky voice greeted her as she walked in the room and the music started.

“Hi, Handsome,” Violet gave him a dazzling smile and seductively walked over his side, making semicircles around his chair showcasing her body. Flirting with clients was an essential for repeat dances. It created intimacy and a sense of a relationship where there was none.

“Call me Vincent,” he told her.

Violet smiled at him, moving around the chair and sliding her hand down his chest, feeling his taut muscles. It wasn’t a surprise he was in such a good shape. He was a shifter and were metabolism sculptured the body into perfection. Usually a nice, clean face on a flirty male motivated Violet to spend the extra time to make her lap dance memorable, repeating elements of her performance that intrigued them the most. Vincent was a whole other story. He was a predator in a sheep’s skin.

Her first assumption was he was pack order. Her mind immediately compared him to her last encounter with pack order official. No, the boys in navy blue were harmless compared to the man in her presence. The allure quickly gave way to his cold eyes and the calculated smile – enough to gain her trust but not wide enough to alarm her. He was obviously trying too hard to keep his composure.

She then held his nape, moving her leg to straddle him, grinding back and forward against him. His lips pressed together as his face remained stoic. Violet had seen it too many times not to recognize it. He was trying to hide just how much her dance affected him. As if Violet cared if he would openly drool after her, or just silently enjoy her show. She got paid either way.

She decided she had too much of his angular face, her feet landing on the ground, as she leaned over his lap, hands pressed over his knees before she turned around and dancing in between his now opened legs.

“What are you doing later?” He asked her as she looked down at him over her shoulder.

“Nothing special,” Violet replied, her mind going to a nice warm shower. The man reached and pulled her into his lap. Once she landed over his lap, she playfully swatted his hands. “No touching.”

“Sorry,” he breathed in her shoulder. “I am new to this.”

Violet knew better than to believe him. She started moving her bottom back and forward, then swayed it side to side, feeling his growing hardness. She leaned back on his chest, raising her hands and lifted her bottom off his lap.

“I’d love to take you out dancing sometime,” he offered.

“I only dance in Velvet,” Violet replied, indirectly turning him down.

“Turn. I wanna see your face,” he demanded.

Violet turned around, moving a knee to part his legs, before sitting back over him.

“You’re very tempting,” Vincent told her his eyes following her flesh from the red heel up over her leg to where her legs parted. The song was going to be done any time now, Violet reminded herself to keep her face void of the distaste she had for him.

“Your man is a very lucky bastard,” he continued.

There were not many patrons who inquired of that side of her personal life. The whole point of getting a lap dance was to feel special in the presence of a semi clad female. Clients wanted to forget the primary motivation for grinding her body against theirs was to extract more money out of their wallets. Obsession started with a healthy dose of jealousy, and spiraled out of control from there on. Vincent was just nearing that dangerous territory.

“Show me how he likes it,” he demanded.

Now that was certifiable and a proof he was not pack order. If anything his references were enough to ring another alarm bell. He wasn’t here for a lap dance. No. he had done his research on her before she even stepped a foot in the privacy room.

“There’s no one but you, Handsome,” Violet whispered in his ear breathlessly.

“I bet you say that to all of your clients.”

It was. But nobody bothered to complain when she purred in their ear. Vincent or whoever he was, made her feel uncomfortable. Her mind immediately landed on Landon, wishing he would be watching her back right about now.

Luckily the music stopped and Violet reminded herself to tip the DJ for choosing a short song. Vincent tried to shove a banknote down her shirt. Violet guessed he wished to grope her some more, so she immediately reacted getting on her feet, bending down and extracting the crumbled twenty from his hand, thus

“Goodbye, Vincent,” she flirted, hoping she would never see his creepy ass again.

Landon

Beat.

That was how Landon felt.

Landon’s first order of business was visiting Alpha Rossi’s land. The confession the rogue made was everything the Alpha wanted, and more. There were details in the account of the abduction of young Antonio that gave credibility to the story. Yet the rogue plead he worked alone, which in Landon’s mind was absurd.

“He is the fall guy,” Landon gave Alpha Rossi the harsh assessment. Ripping the band aid off was the best strategy to such uncomfortable discussions. “If you allow me more time, I will figure out who put him on the task.”

“He was still involved,” Alpha Rossi reasoned. “The sentence is death. Antonio needs his conclusion to move on.”

Landon nodded, realizing that Alpha Rossi had made his mind. He wanted this embarrassing moment of the family history swept under the rug yesterday. Landon wasn’t here to interrogate as he had initially told him. He was the needed authority to make the story go away. Landon felt used.

“The longer this interrogation lasts, the more Antonio doubts himself and he risks never shifting. He needs closure yesterday. It’s the least we can do.” Alpha Rossi told Landon.

Landon didn’t know how to feel about this ‘we’ business. It was becoming clear the Alpha made some arrangement with the detainee in order for the collaboration.

“Antonio needs to feel safe, and what better way than to execute the mastermind personally.” Alpha Rossi continued adamant Antonio should carry out the justice.

It was the old school of thought. Putting matters to rest was through blood and blood alone. Landon knew better. Taking one’s life was not done lightly. It took something from you, and he wondered if the teen had what it took to be a blood thirty monster before he had even gotten his wolf. Psychological trauma was a serious thing, and in Antonio’s case prevented him from shifting.

“Your work here is done. I’ll wire your payment,” Alpha Rossi dismissed Landon.

Landon knew better than to argue.

“Counseling could ease the shift,” Landon vaguely recommended.

“I appreciate your suggestion, but Antonio is strong,” Alpha Rossi continued.

Landon nodded. There were plenty of things he could say but he doubted the stubborn Alpha would hear any of them. Sometimes shifters needed to hit rock bottom to consider accepting help from another.

From Alpha Rossi’s Landon rode to see how Jack was doing. Landon would never be able to live it down if his mom found out he never even checked up on the old goat. The peacock had been nothing but insolent as always, confirming he was feeling like his old self. Landon wondered why he even bothered. While his mom and his clear conscious were merely an excuse, Violet was the reason why he spent more than two seconds in Jack’s presence. Whatever befell Jack it was his own doing. Landon should let him suffer the consequences of the possible betrayal but could not bring himself to tell him of Glenn’ suspicious timing. He was not going to ruin a good friendship with nothing but accusations.

It had been days since his appearance in the MC, so he stopped by his place to make the calls. It was one thing to spend the time with his ‘old lady’, and very suspicious to fall out of the face of the Earth.

After locking up, and getting his duffel bag, it was already time to head back to Velvet to pick Violet up.

He needed to know she was taken care of. He would ask for a lapdance from her.

What better way to end a very frustrating day.

Landon

Landon had just arrived when he saw Violet leaving the VIP rooms. She was preoccupied with her own thoughts as she did not see another one of the Velvet girls, seductively press her breasts into Violet’s side. Violet’s surprise was one of those things he would remember forever. But then again he was pleased she was not accustomed to having a woman hump her leg, while feeling her body. Males he could beat but there was no competition when curves were involved.

He watched transfixed as Violet was pushed back on a high stool, and the dancer moved in front of her dancing. His sight was soon going to be obstructed by the eager patrons who moved closer and closer.

“Back it up boys. Candy needs space,” Gareth’s voice thundered.

Landon was thankful to the bartender as he dispersed the gathered crowd enough that the girl in front of Violet had a clear path around Violet’s chair. Candy paraded her semi clad body and tossed her own top to the awaiting crowd. Whistles and howls followed reminding Landon he was not the only shifter.

Landon’s eyes scanned the crowd for a potential troublemaker. It was probably his own wicked desire that zeroed in the dancer’s hands as her palms wrapped around Violet’s ankles. The room has gone quieter and the sexual tension hung heavy in the well ventilated area. He had no doubt Gareth was pumping extra oxygen into the floor, keeping patrons awake and alert to the show at hand.

Tongues nearly hit the floor, as Candice started feeling Violet’s ankles with her hands and then slid them up her long legs. She then pressed Violet’s knees apart and settled to grind her front against Violet’s while her tongue was just a hair away from Violet’s skin. It was a teasing, hot show that got the horny dogs even bolder as they started chanting:

“Kiss, kiss, kiss.”

And then it happened.

There was something about two female tongues dueling each other, an erotic slippery show that enticed by how slow their tongue slipped and caressed each other. Landon’s hands fisted as he tried to control himself from ripping Candy off his Violet, and tasting her himself. He surely didn’t appreciate the on lookers.

Violet’s smile was contagious, her eyes were half closed but she was very aware of what her fluttering eyewashes did to the audience. The crowd indentified with Violet and wanted to be in her place or preferably between the two girls. A goon who dared to try to join their show by slipping in behind Candy and was instantaneously escorted off the premises.

Had it been anyone else, Landon would have followed the performance through without the raging hard on in his pants. But Violet, so sweet and innocent, was now temptress under the masterful touch of the dancer. It was clear they had some weird feminine chemistry together to have agreed to this. Landon had to admit it was ballsy.

Gareth slid him a beer and Landon gracefully accepted it. His throat was dry, his voice rasp.

“Thank you,” his voice came out rasp, while his throat was so dry it was on fire.

The cool liquid travelled down his throat.

“I’ll send her to the champagne room after. You can join her until shift ends,” Gareth knowingly told him.

Landon gave him a quick nod, his eyes wondering off to Violet.

Violet

Violet resisted the urge to hide behind her long wavy hair the moment she saw him waiting for her in the champagne room. She wanted to murder Gareth for letting her believe he had booked the champagne room after the fiasco with Candy. His sincerity only meant Landon had seen it. Her step halted when his attention locked in on her.

“Hi,” Landon’s eyes slid over her face, down her lacy-black jumpsuit she had on to the white pearly cuff bracelets. His eyes lingered to the plunging neck line then wrapped around her hips and all the curves her outfit accentuated, then slid down her legs to her red stilettos. Violet’s skin felt on fire as if he had run his hands over her body.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” Violet inquired shooting down the inappropriate thoughts. The champagne room was one of the biggest and coziest rooms that could easily seat two dozen. Yet there were only two people in it and it already felt steamy hot.

“We need to talk,” Landon told her just when she made her way to him.

“Here?” Violet questioned, concern laced in her voice.

“It’s as private as it gets around here. Or so Gareth claimed,” Landon informed her. It figured Gareth will want him to book the lavish room. The smaller private rooms were popular while this one only got booked for wedding parties, graduations and funerals. Exotic dancing was for the living, who needed comforting through good and bad.

“There are cameras,” Violet argued. There was nothing private in Velvet.

“For your protection,” Landon replied referring to the bouncers who were constantly monitoring the feed.

“True,” Violet agreed. There was something about the knowledge your behavior is surveyed which made clients adhere to Velvet’s rules. The rules were set up in favor of the dancer. “There’s nothing like a camera to help certain patrons behave decent.”

Landon raised his eyebrows.

“If they pull their junk out, or if I give out a signal I feel threatened then bouncers will put their libido out on the curb with a much lighter wallet,” Violet told him.

“That happens?”

“More than you know,” Violet told him confidentially getting closer to him, her thighs still pressed against each other as her arousal was hitting a new high even with just talking. “Did you really book me?”

“I need to know if Pack Order comes snooping, your cover will hold,” Landon told her.

“A champagne room with me for an hour is a tad bit excessive,” Violet told him.

“The things I do for you,” Landon jested interrupting her.

“For me or for yourself?” Violet quickly retorted.

“Semantics,” Landon shrugged. “So show me what this is all about.”

“Purely scientific,” Violet jested, eyeing the button up shirt and jacket he had on. He sure knew how to dress for the occasion. The soft fabric he wore would not irritate her skin – a little consideration only few experienced clients made. Violet did not know how to feel about his knowledge on the matter. Of course, he could have just googled the information, but the small voice in her head laughed at the preposterous idea.

“Of course,” Landon beamed a bright smile then teased her, “or I can always leave you a crappy review.”

Violet walked over stopping right in front of him, bent down and braced herself on either side of the arm rests of the sofa he had chosen, her chest lowed and trapped his attention, her legs parted over his crossed legs. The scent of her arousal was now thick in the air, his eyes travelled down and he licked his lips.

“I dare you,” Violet told him, while his eyes were fixed down her neck opening. She felt the cold air assault her chest in the exact moment he realized she was not wearing a bra and his breath hitched. This position was not the strong stance she wanted. It only served as a distraction of sorts for both of them.

The things his eyes were doing to her insides! Violet shook her head keeping her eyes on him.

“You will what exactly? Whip me with your hair?” Landon challenged her.

“Break your phone,” Violet told him, reaching out for his phone. He quickly moved his hand away from her reach. His outstretched hand was clearly untouchable, or so he thought. Violet sly smile spread over her lips, before her right knee pressed on the sofa, besides his thigh, giving her a boost to reach his outstretched hand, inevitably bringing her chest in his face.

“Fuck,” Landon swore uncrossing his legs from beneath her. He brought his hand with the phone around her back, pulling her onto his lap. “There. Much better.”

Violet ran her hands down his chest, leaning into him, whispering, “Naughty. I can have you thrown out for touching me. Did they not tell you Velvet’s rules? This is your first and only warning.”

His body froze as the meaning finally registered in his mind, giving Violet the perfect opportunity to snatch the phone from his fingers.

“A part of its appeal is that I can touch you, feel you in any way that I like. But you can’t participate in my show other than feel all the wicked things I would do,” Violet seductively purred in his ear, as her fingers traced patterns over his right shoulder blade. “You know, we could have discussed my lap dance routine at home.”

“I wanted to see you in your element,” Landon countered, resisting her tactics. He had no idea just how much power she had in here.

“Do you know all the rules?” Violet asked.

“No pictures, no video. No grabbing, no licking, no kissing, and your favorite, no flashing you my private parts,” Landon recited laughing towards the end.

Violet wouldn’t mind him being a bad boy and breaking all the rules with her.

Only with her.

“Good,” Violet praised him instead. “Now let’s move you over to the chair I use.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so,” Violet told him standing up from his lap, her hand tugging him towards the opposite corner of the room, while her hips were swaying in a seductive rhythm.

“Wouldn’t this be considered breaking the rules?” Landon showed her their joined hands.

“The rules are to keep the girls safe. It is what you do that’s regulated,” Violet explained. “Now sit.”

Violet stepped away, pulling her hand off his as soon as Landon sat on the chair she indicated. His posture was slightly slouched down, ready for a lap dance. His body relaxed, lulling her to just go and dance over him.

He had practice with this, but so did Violet.

Violet was light on her heels, strutting on her toes around him, giving him a preview and teasing him with all of her curves. She then ran her hands slowly down her body, all the while keeping her eyes on him, then slowly moved in a crouching position in front of him, rocking her hips and giving him a taste of what was to come.

Back straight, shoulders high, she was showcasing her body then gracefully got up and finished another semicircle behind his chair, winding her head so her hair fell over his shoulder. As she pulled rolled her neck to the other side, her hair slipped higher his shoulder, while her hands travelled down his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath the soft fabric. At this point of time Violet decided this was the best lap dance she had given. She had a thing or maybe two about Landon, and she definitely did not mind some work to make the experience extra special and pleasurable for both of them.

She kept on working her hips up and down as she went around the chair again, keeping her fingers on the back of his head. She stood in front of him, hands braced on his knees, as she pushed them apart, lowering the front of her body and working her hips up and down. Just when he thought she would straddle him she straighten up, turning around and giving him a look at her hips as she swayed them side to side, casually turning around, putting her hand on her butt and then sliding it down her leg, letting her hair fall to the ground. Left side. Then right side and then she walked towards him again. This time she held onto him with her right hand and lifted her left leg over his lap and slowly lowered her torso over his lap.

Landon tried to control his breathing but failed miserably. He relaxed underneath her accepting defeat.

“It’s hot as hell,” he breathing in her neck, good bumps appearing over her shoulder.

“And hard as steel,” Violet whispered back in his ear and nibbled it. She told herself it was for his enjoyment, but her drenching panties told a different story.

She wanted him badly. Her need to feel him pressed against her skin if not within her, nudged her to knead herself into him, rocking her hips left, right, left, rolling them forward only to push her butt back into his groin on the downward stroke. She was about to repeat it when she felt his response. A low growl and then his hips moved upwards to meet hers. She allowed him another repeat, before she wrapped her hand around his neck, bringing the distance between them to a minimum. Just as he thought she would continue, she pressed her heels to the ground, unwrapped her legs from him. He reluctantly let her go, curious of what she would do next.

Bending down, bracing her hands against his knees, pushing them apart, then moved in the opened space, lowering her head towards lower than his stomach, all the while keeping her legs straight, so he could watch her hips sway side to side in hypnotizing rhythm. Her palms traveled up on the outside part of his thighs to his waist and sides, feeling the muscles tense. Her head still inclined as if she would dive into his lap, only to slitter up bringing herself up until they were chest to chest and lip to lip. A smile parted her lips as she felt the prickling of his stubble against her chin. They were both panting, breaths mingled and just as he thought she would cave in and kiss him, she brushed her face check to check with his before slowly working her way all the way back down to his groin.

It was empowering to see him flustered because of her proximity. His body was inevitably showing her his appreciation for her, confirming his flirting wasn’t something he just casually engaged in. His chest was raising and falling just as fast as hers, his eyes glowing with something close to lust.

He reached and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt, just as she stood between his legs and moved her hips in the figure eight, while her hands lifted up in the air, moving against one another in an exotic Indian dance move she stole from youtube. She then lowered her hands touching her breasts, sides and then down her thighs, then turned and repeated the same move facing away from him. She looked at him over her shoulder, and smiled at his transfixed face as she rubbed her own hands over her body, slipping a hand from her breasts to her groin.

She expected him to reach out and touch her, defying her rules. But his nerves were made out of steel, his hands never lifting from the armrest. She sat down in his lap her back to his chest and pressed her bootie in front of him, slowly leaning forward, her hands pressed on his knees. She turned around and gave him a wink, before continuing pressing her tush over his lap side to side and then front to back. The soft material of his pants left little to her imagination and saw did her clothes. They could both feel each other through the thin fabric, making every sway, tug and pull more sensual than the last one.

She rested her back against his chest, taking a breath as her thighs burned. His eyes followed the raise and fall of her chest, his breath hot over her shoulder, before his lips connected with her shoulder. Violet couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think right. His lips gently brushed at her shoulder, then his chin pushed the material of her clothing down, exposing the Breeder’s mark. Before she could react and cover herself, his tongue darted caressing the rough skin, following the elaborate pattern. His slow pace ignited the air, making it sizzle with the scent of both of their arousal. She stood frozen over him, her ass firmly planned over his maleness. She allowed him to investigate her brand to his heart content, while his eyes slid down the valley between her breasts all the way down to her navel. Her heart was thundering so loud in her ears, no other sound was distinguishable.

Only him and her.

“Turn,” his voice was deeper than she remembered.

She gladly obliged, stood on shaky legs and turned around. Her stiletto dragged the fabric over his thigh as she moved her leg over his, her hand wrapping against his neck. She then held onto him to push her other leg over his and sit over his lap once again, threading those figure of eights into his groin, enjoying the hardness that was shaped nicely by his soft pants. Side to side, figure eight, side to side, up and down.

She swayed up her free hand as if she was riding a bull in a slow motion, contracting her belly to bring her groin up and down his pelvis, before leaning back, allowing her suit to stretch, revealing more of her breasts while her legs firmly locked behind the back of the chair. She could feel the fabric of her clothes brush against her hard nipples. She was just as turned on as he was, judging by the prominent bulge she pressed against.

“Fuck,” he groaned and held her tightly while he repositioned himself. It was the perfect promise he could make her. His palms supported her back as she moved up her groin sliding against his abs. He held her close, his face into her shoulder breathing just as heavily as she had. “I like the chair.”

“I know you would,” Violet ran her palms down his back massaging his shoulders and back.

“Shit, that also feels good,” he whispered.

“Hard day?”

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Landon told her enjoying her closeness for a while longer, before his strong hands slowly seated her back in his lap.

Violet nodded but didn’t press him for information. Her focus was on working her body against his, allowing her groin to rub down his length, much for his enjoyment as hers. His eyes closed and a groan slipped his lips. He slowly started meeting her pushes down into him with and upward thrusts. She ran her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots while she whispered:

“Too bad I can’t take this further,” Violet told him, his eyes snapping open.

“You would?” Landon asked.

Violet moved her head into his neck as she continued grinding against him.

“I bet…”Violet whisper-moaned, “it would feel better without clothes.”

“Shit,” Landon’s hands shot against her, stopping her from moving any further. His breath was ragged, his heart thundering under her palm, while he pressed his forehead against hers. “Damn.”

Violet allowed him a moment to collect himself, before she relaxed her body into his lap, causing him to groan as her butt sunk between his legs.

“V, just..” Landon started, but never completed.

“Fix me?” Violet whispered in his ear before sealing her whisper with a kiss over his ear lobe.

“Fast, hard, and intense,” Landon vowed, then added. “Anytime, anyplace.”

“Promises, promises,” Violet teased him.

“Multiple times,” Landon swore while his right hand gently traced her neck, slipping a finger under the thin fabric of her neck opening. As she did not stop him, his calloused finger and later on palm traced her chest from just below her collar bone, down her right breast to its hard nipple, then sensually rolled the hard bud between his forefinger and thumb. She thought she had teased him with her performance only to realize just how much game Landon had. His calloused hands felt rough yet right against her flesh.

“Hm,” Violet moaned in delight at the featherlike touches, biting her lip, “I can be persuaded.”

“I can’t wait,” Landon confessed. “Today?”

“Asking me out already?” Violet teased him.

“That too,” Landon smiled at her. Violet ran her hand through his hair and tugged. Her brain was turning to mush and he knew it.

“Yes, but only because you begged,” Violet smiled at him, moving back while her legs locked behind the chair, his hand slipping away from her breast the further back she went. Landon kept a small smile on his face allowing her to press further into him.

“Is that what made you wet?” Landon asked as she came back up, rocking her bottom against his lap.

“No. But it makes you hard,” Violet replied, shifting her pelvis forward and back before resuming the pressure rolls in figure eights.

“This was a mistake,” Landon whispered at her as his breathing became irregular once again.

“Afraid you can’t handle me now?” Violet was in control and took advantage of his distracted state.

“I can handle you in whichever way you want me to,” Landon informed her. He growled when she pushed her tush into his groin back and forward. “Fuck.”

“Regretting you asked for a lap dance in Velvet?”

“It is well worth it,” Landon hissed as his hands dug into the armrest. Violet casually put her hands over his then slowly rolled her hips in his lap as her hands traced his chest. Landon buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. Violet smiled at the gesture. It was considered a far more intimate gesture between shifters than the lap dance she just gave him.

“We should stop,” Violet was the first to speak.

“Afraid I am going to bend you over and see just how much you can take.” Landon challenged her.

“I like your initiative,” Violet complimented him only to hear him growl as she placed her hand over his pants.

“Remind me to destroy the videotape,” Landon told her.

“Oh,” Violet pouted, “I thought we should watch it together at home before we continue from where we left off,” Violet replied, only for his chest to shake with a chuckle.

“You are surely something else.”

Landon

Landon had forsaken modesty a long freaking time ago. Violet was a seductress and she played him so well. Not only was he rock hard the moment she started dancing, but he was ready to submit to her every desire. The way her body swayed was hypnotizing in its own rhythm. Landon was focused on her and her only. Her heartbeat was his music, her body was the instrument his hands itched to cherish. He knew he would not last long before he would touch her. He fought the urge to seek his release and watched her give little sounds of pleasure as the intensity between electrified their senses. His body throbbed watching her grit against him, making him wish he was actually within her. His need to touch her became desperate as he pumped up intensifying the friction between them.

Her dance was painful reminder of the layers of cloths between them. He only hoped he could restrain himself enough not to wet himself as she was still dancing on top of him. Breaking the rules once again, he reached out and touched her collar bone and as she did not his exploration he traced her breast only to confirm what he had already known. The temptress was not wearing a bra and the thin fabric did little to hide her aroused nipples. His discovery ignited a different need. He was now desperate to know her taste. Landon cursed himself and the predicament he had put himself in. He should have asked for a lapdance in her bedroom.

He desperately wanted to peel of her clothing and fill her in right then and there. But as more coherent thoughts registered, he allowed her to rock and to tease his body into submission. Her pelvis gyrating against his, giving him a preview of what it would feel to be with her. It wasn’t long before he was groaning every time she moved over his erection, his soft pants clearly showing his excitement for her.

Promising her to finish things they started came natural. He knew he should not have made such plans. She was his charge after all. But the little voice in his head did not listen. It wanted Violet. Front, back, or center, he did not care as long as his hands were full of the beautiful brunette.

As she finally gave him mercy and lazily stayed covering his lap, he regained his control enough to consider delaying their immediate gratification.

He brushed the knuckles of his hand over her cheeks only to discover they were warmer than expected. Landon parted his legs making her body shift lower against his. His arms immediately shot to her waist, his hands massaging her sides gently.

“I won’t let you slip between my fingers,” Landon promised her as she believed he’d let her fall off his lap.

“Such talented fingers,” Violet sighed.

“Keep saying things like that and even the camera won’t stop me from properly finishing things,” Landon replied.

“So you’d be spending the night?”

“You’re such a bad influence,” Landon teased her, stopping her from getting off his lap, adjusting her body on his upper thighs and sitting ups straighter.

“I want to feel you,” Violet answered his questioning eyes. “You go get the tape and we’d go home.”

“You should stop saying things like that, or we won’t make it home,” Landon cautioned her. She bent down and pressed her lips against his cheek. “I might need a moment or two, because of you. The least you can do is to keep me company.”

“Wasn’t it my company that got you in trouble the first place,” Violet teased him back.

“I’ll go get the tape,” Landon grunted, standing up, her legs immediately wrapping around his back, and proceeded to walk with her.

“Show off,” Violet purred at the display of strength. Landon chuckled but never let her go. “So do I get a five star review?” Violet teased him, straightening his collar of his shirt.

“You are a freaking eleven. I want to keep you all to myself,” Landon confessed.

“Well, it’s not like I dance for anyone,” Violet told him, her hands rubbing the back of his neck.

“I hear addiction to lap dancers is real,” Landon continued. “True story.”

Violet pushed his head to the side as if examining him as he walked across the room.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she told him. “I will keep you.”

“It will be my pleasure,” Landon winked at her, his hand tapped her bottom as her heels clicked against the floor.

“I’ll go and change. Wait for you by the bar.” Violet instructed before she ducked out.

Violet

Violet shot out of the champagne room. It was not that she was in a hurry to leave Landon. Her body was tingling and demanding a release he promised he would give her. Violet blushed. Landon wanted her, or her mad lap dancing skills. Whichever, she did not care.

Gareth was behind the bar, his knowing eyes following her.

“Thank you,” Violet smiled at him, only for him to wordlessly acknowledge her with a nod. Violet was about to duck behind the divider when the coffee machine caught her eyes. She quickly made a coffee as she doubted the things she was about to do with Landon wouldn’t take a while. She wanted his full attention and what better way than sharing a cup of coffee. Surely he wouldn’t mind. Not after the champagne room.

“I’d have one of those, too.” A patron called out and Violet nodded without looking his way. As she prepared it, she passed it over to him only to freeze in her step when she saw the man behind him.

“We need to talk.” The words she once longed to hear now came out as a cold shower. His deep baritone sobered her up from all the tingles Landon evoked.