Page 113 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

So Lexi had been with more than Vincent. She’d slept with Sterling, and maybe even Corry and Eros too.

I hated how my insides swirled with jealousy. It’s not like they all belonged to me. It was only the twisted, greedy monster in me that seemed to think they should all be mine.

Sterling stroked my hair, pulling me from my thoughts. “The point of telling you this is so that you understand it’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a woman. In my case with Alexandra, I didn’t enjoy it. Nor did she. She called me cold and unfeeling.”

My veins instantly heated in rage, my blood turning molten.Oh, the next time I run into that bitch, I’ll have a thing or two to say to her.“Are you kidding me? She’s the cold and unfeeling one.”

“She wasn’t entirely wrong. I was cold, detached. It didn’t feel right with her.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over my mouth, my lips softening against his touch. “But it’s different when I’m with you. You make me feel again, Ruby. And it’s been so very long since I’ve felt anything at all.”

He drew his arms around me and pulled me up until my toes were barely touching the ground, and covered my lips with his.

His kiss was nothing short of nirvana.

There were no more walls between us. It was nothing but pure, raw, transparent Sterling. He poured all of himself into the connection, and even though I never wanted it to end, I broke the kiss, only to press a dozen more to his sharp jawline, his throat, his shoulder, his tattoo.

My movements turned hot and frantic, my tongue stroking down over the swell of his pectorals as I eased myself to my knees. I lapped up the little pebbles of perspiration beaded over the ripple of his abdominal muscles and paused when I got to the waist of his gray sweatpants.

I was now fully kneeling before him, using my torn shirt as padding for my knees. I enjoyed the way his muscles clenched beneath my tongue in anticipation as my fingers curled beneath his waistband and slowly slipped the sweats down around his hips.

His erection sprung out at full mast. I peered up at him, the sight of him bare and ready for me making my core drip with savage hunger.

Without any more hesitation, I cupped his balls. They were heavy in my palm, the skin smooth and cooler than I would have expected. He let out a hiss between clenched teeth, and his erection twitched a little at the contact.

Keeping him nestled in my one hand, I brought the other to grip his girth, my fingers failing to meet as they encircled his mass as best they could. I fondled his balls, enjoying the way his thighs quivered. Then my fingertips touched something, a deep scar sitting just behind his ball sack.

A chill settled over me, realizing what it was.

Just when I thought I understood the depths of Thomas Knight’s maleficence, I was shown a deeper layer of his fucked-up nature. The eldest vampire prince was kind, caring, honest, and genuine, even after millennia of torment under his master’s cruelty. I had originally thought that my dad had kept Sterling around because he’d been intent on squashing all those traits that might have been perceived as weakness by other vampires, especially Thomas Knight. But after seeing that photo in my father’s coffin, I was pretty sure that he had loved Sterling. Not that dear old dad’s brand of love was anything short of twisted and toxic. It made sense why he had murdered Sterling’s mate and child and why he had tried to burn off the crucifix tattoo.

My father didn’t want Sterling to be devoted to anyone but him.

I couldn’t even fathom what the brutal vampire king would have done had he been alive to see his progeny and me together like this. I doubted he’d just sit back and let it happen. He was too jealous, too messed up.

So thank fuck the evil prick was dead.

My eyes flickered to the oil painting of my father, sadistic satisfaction filling me before I turned back to Sterling and pushed the head of his erection into my mouth.

Chapter fifty-four

Filthy Mouths and Favorite Sins

Adeepgroanrumbledfrom Sterling as he thrust his hips forward, pushing more of himself into me. I thought it would be hard keeping my fangs sheathed, but it was easy keeping them reined back. Having him inside me, even in this way, almost felt natural, easy. Like this was how it was always supposed to be.

I began to suck the tip of him while my hands made steady-paced strokes up and down his shaft.

“Ruby.” His hands flew back to my hair, fingers knotting in my red locks. “Bleeding Christ.”

I smirked around his girth, and he shivered when I popped him out for just a second to look up at him. “A priest taking his Lord’s name in vain?”

He tipped his head back, his face tilted toward the ceiling. His next words came out on labored pants, erotic, guttural, and wrapped in sandpaper. “One of the few benefits of never having to worry about being sent to Hell is that I can indulge in my second favorite sin as often as I want.Goddamn,” he added on a sharp grunt as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his head, further accentuating his point.

“And what’s your first favorite?”

“Drinking blood. Or it was.” His hands clenched tighter in my hair. “I think I have a new favorite.Christ. Ruby! I’m not going to last much longer.”

I sucked hard, taking way too much pleasure in his reaction. It was that spell, that confounding chemistry that sucked us both into a moment in time meant just for us. We were lost to the dark magic of it all, our inhibitions flung out the window and into the daylight where there was no hope of their return.

His hips moved back and forth as he used his hold on my head to fuck my mouth with reckless abandon. I painted him with long licks, sucking and stroking while matching his wild pace perfectly.

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