Page 105 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Chapter fifty

Skeletons in the Attic

Corry’seyessparkedwitha blazing hunger as ravenous and dangerous as a wildfire. It had only been a handful of seconds since he’d stepped inside the library, but by the look on his face, he was already lost to his instincts.

He was about to throw himself into the hunt, and seeing as I was as horny as a bitch in heat, I would normally be super down for that. But I was already with Sterling. And while the thought of being with both of them made my body burn in ways I never knew possible, I doubted a territorial youngblood was in the mood to share.

Before I could react, Sterling rolled me over, so he was crouched over me in a protective position. His shoulders clenched, and his tendons stretched in his neck as every muscle in his body tightened. He was like a predator, protecting his kill from another beast.

“I was afraid of this,” he whispered beneath his breath so Corry couldn’t hear. “I shouldn’t have let you leave my den. I should have thrown you down on the floor right there and buried myself in you until sundown.”

A rush of heat swept between my thighs, and my breath hitched in my throat. I swallowed thickly, watching as Sterling turned his blind glare on his youngest brother.

“Our princess is in heat, Corry. She’s off-limits tonight.”

The youngblood’s lips peeled back into a twisted sneer. “So you can keep her to yourself?”

“No. That’s not the reason. She’s in pain, and she needs her ache sated. I am the only one among us with enough control to not harm her while she’s putting off these kinds of pheromones.”

Corry’s gaze flicked to me. It made me shiver, knowing that the youngblood wasn’t feeling like himself at this moment. Right now, he was more monster than anything else.

“I won’t hurt her,” he said after a beat, his hot-glower swinging back to Sterling.

“Her wellbeing isn’t the only thing that concerns me. You’re both youngbloods. She’s liable to hurtyouas much as you are to hurt her.” Sterling was trying his best to talk his brother down, but I knew it was useless. I’d been in Corry’s shoes. He was lost to his instincts, and he wouldn’t come out of the fog until he either bred me, fed, or Sterling managed to force some of those pills down his throat.

Corry let out a rattling snarl, challenging his brother.

Sterling’s expression hardened, and his lips curved into a mocking sneer. “You think you can best me? I’m nearly one thousand years your elder, Youngblood.”

Corry crouched low, his eyes flashing dangerously, ready to pounce at any moment. But Sterling remained on top of me, shielding me, holding me.

“You can’t just keep her to yourself.” Corry spat. “It really pisses me off the way Eros and Vincent have been acting. Now you. Until she selects a king, she doesn’t belong to any one of us. She’sours. You old fucks haven’t watched your Sesame Street episodes on sharing, and it shows.”

A warm, fluttery sensation filled my chest as Corry’s words sunk straight to my core. Since I’d come here, I’d heard plenty of “you’re mine” and “you’ll belong to me” flexes, especially from Vincent’s gloriously filthy mouth. But this was the first any of them had ever said that I wastheirs.

Sterling slowly got to his feet. His knuckles cracked, and he rolled his shoulders, looking as intimidating as he was sexy in nothing but his blood-stained sweats, wrapped in the shadows and silver strips streaming through the drapes. “You’re right. Sheisours. But currently, you’re not yourself, Brother. I won’t let you touch her, not like this.”

Corry was not pleased by this. He bristled, flashing his deadly fangs in a lethal hiss. “Can’t you scent her? She smells so goddamn good it’s making my balls hurt. If you won’t mark her tonight, then I will.”

“No one will be marking anyone, not while you’re both delirious with lust in the throes of the youngblood state.”

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Corry cracked his neck, looking confident as hell. Not to mention hot as hell. He was wearing denim jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his torso so perfectly it almost wasn’t real, too perfect to be reality. I wanted to go to him, to let him claim me in all the ways I knew he was thinking of.

I wanted to let them both sate this ache that was tearing me apart from the inside.

Before I could dive deeper into that impossible—and a little fucked—fantasy, Corry lunged at Sterling. The youngblood moved so fast he was a blur of black fabric and bleach-tipped hair that slammed right into Sterling.

The silver prince was prepared. He caught Corry by the throat, his slender fingers clamping around him like a collar, and threw him down onto the rug in a spray of paper and splinters.

“Ready to give up?” Sterling muttered, his voice so calm it was almost eerie as Corry sputtered against his brother’s grip, trying to pry his fingers from his throat in vain.

“N–never. Let g–go.”

“If I release you, you must agree to leave the library and feed. You can apologize for giving me blue balls later.”

Corry thrashed and growled like an animal lost to its most basic urges. My heart squeezed seeing him like this. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if I had gone into my heat state with Corry at that gas station and not with Sterling in the sanctuary of his library.

Or with Eros on his workbench.

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