Page 110 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

He stopped where he was, pausing for a moment. His expression was perfectly controlled, not a twitch of a muscle or a flicker of his snow-white lashes, nothing that would betray what was running through his mind. But his eyes couldn’t keep the same secrets as the rest of his face. They had returned to that same hue of shimmering, murky red, like an eclipse plated in mother of pearl. And the best little tip-off of what was going through his mind was the erection straining against the blood-stained material of his gray sweatpants.

“Oh, dear little half-blood. I promise you, you’ll want to follow my rules. If you do, I’ll reward you.”

A searing heat filled my throat and quickly sunk to my chest, then my tummy, and finally settled into a pool between my thighs. My heart rate catapulted into the stratosphere, and I had to lean against the glass case of the vampire hunter’s bones for stability.

“What kind of reward?”

Canting his head, Sterling’s serious mask dropped away, and the playful grin that had been lingering at the corner of his mouth unleashed in full force as he gripped the waistband of his sweats and shoved it down.

My lower lip caught between my teeth when his glorious erection sprung into full view. It wasn’t the first time I saw the silver prince’s impressive cock tonight, but I could swear it was even harder now that he wasn’t holding anything back.

This prince was the one who seemed the most innocent and chaste out of all of them. Maybe that was just because he had manners. But there was nothing innocent or chaste about the massive piece slung between his thighs.

It’s not like I’d seen a whole lot of cocks in my day. Eros’ masculine heft had been sizable, but good God. There was no way I wouldn’t need an ice pack after seating myself on Sterling.

He was simply gorgeous, with powerful muscles wrapped in a lean body that looked to have been carved from marble by a master sculptor.

He regarded me with an arched brow. “You wanted this, right?”

Hell yes.“I do.”

“Good. Come here.”

Goddamn. His voice was sensually dark and full of wicked promise. The monster inside me wasn’t fighting anymore. All she wanted was to obey this male so he’d finally give us what we both desperately needed.

I approached him slowly. The attic floorboards creaked with every step, falling in line with my heavy breathing. It didn’t matter that he was blind. As I neared, it felt like he could see every inch of me, inside and out.

I paused in front of him, so close I knew he could hear my pounding pulse.

My eyes dropped to his cock, which was still bare and on bold display. It was so heavy, it could barely stay up on its own. I only managed to tear my eyes from it when he gave me another order.

“I’m going to touch you now,” he said in a strained whisper like he was also using every bit of willpower to tease this out nice and slow.

“Fucking finally.” It was meant to be a joke, but Sterling’s eyes lit with challenge. If he planned to be gentle with removing my clothes, he’d changed his mind.

He grabbed the neck of my crop top where he’d already half ripped it in the library and finished the job with a swift yank. The sound of ripping fabric was drowned out by my gasp as I felt his left hand curl around the back of my neck to hold me to him, and his right gripped the front of my lacy bra and snapped it off my frame like it was made of tissue paper.

“Don’t wear undergarments when you’re around me, Miss Baxter. Not unless you wish for them to end up like this.” He held up the shred of lace fabric before letting it drop to our feet along with my shirt.

Well, shit. With a promise like that, I was going to be running up the coven’s credit card bills from all the shopping trips Kenzie would be making for me.

Like Sterling, I was now completely shirtless.

It should have felt weird, standing half-naked in my father’s den with his oldest progeny, about to do all sorts of sinful, bloody things. But it didn’t. I could be anywhere with Sterling, and it would feel right. Then again, even if we wanted to leave and find a different spot to fuck, it was too late. Dawn had arrived. It didn’t matter that the attic’s only window was boarded up to prevent even a sliver of sunlight from creeping in. I could feel it. It was a bone-deep instinctual dread that told me the outside wasn’t safe even though I was a half-blood and could withstand the daylight.

But it didn’t matter. This was where we ended up, and this was happening.

“Touch me, Sterling,” I whispered, my voice shaking violently.

I wasn’t asking. I was begging him. The whole night had been a dance with him, and now here he was, about to give me the thing I’d been burning for, and I could barely stand to wait a second longer. “Touch me like you did in the library, and I swear to God if Corry comes through that door and interrupts again, I’ll kill him.”

Sterling’s eyes gleamed with mirth as his hands slid to palm the globes of my breasts.

His touch was an experience the others had yet to give me. While the other brothers’ hands were rough and demanding, Sterling handled me like I was one of his books. He was seeing me with his fingertips, brushing, stroking, teasing. His skin was just a whisper against my own, but the delicate contact heightened each sensation and made every damn nerve in my body light up like I was a freaking Christmas tree.

He pinched my nipples, and when they hardened to peaks, he stooped to take one in his mouth. A swollen whimper tumbled from me, and he chuckled against me, taking one of the sensitive buds between his fangs.

I went completely still against him, as terrified as I was turned on. “Sterling.”

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