Page 114 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

He shook and gasped, and by the way his cock throbbed, and his hands shook in my hair, I knew he was close to coming undone.

But this wasn’t how I wanted it to end.

Nope. I was going to tease this out for as long as I possibly could. I wanted us both driven to the brink of madness before we went careening into bliss together.

“I’m so close,” he gritted, his mouth hanging open, tendons going taut in his jaw. His breathing grew loud, and his thighs began to tremble violently. Pearls of pre-cum seeped out of him, peppering my tongue, but I didn’t slow.

I pulled my hands away from the base of him, skimming them over the backs of his thighs to grab two handfuls of his ass. His toes curled against the attic floorboards, and just as I knew he wasoh-so-close,I pulled him out of my mouth, dropped my fangs, and slammed them down onto the artery of his inner thigh.

His howl was a passionate cocktail of surprise, pleasure, and fury. I latched onto him, the same place Corry had fed on me at the gas station. The femoral artery. I hadn’t forgotten what Sterling had told me during the feeding lesson in his den. It was the second most dangerous place to feed on, and only a master should attempt it. Too bad I had a little bit of a kink for inciting my mentor’s ire.

“Ruby!”

Holy Mother of God. My name in his mouth was pure sex, the timber of his voice husky, betraying the depths of his own hunger. But it wasn’t my blood he was craving at the moment. No. He lusted for my body to the point where I could feel it in the air, like a palpable touch that sank straight to my womanhood.

If I wasn’t dripping before, I was now.

He ripped me from him with a strength that rattled me to the bone, his black blood splattering over my bare tits and gushing from his thigh.

Since he’d torn me off him like a band-aid, the bite was messy, but relief eased the tightness in my chest when I saw the wound begin to knit shut right before my eyes.

Wrenching me to my feet, the vampire’s murky red eyes burned straight through me. For a second, I thought he was pissed and that I had ruined the moment. But his lips peeled into a devilish grin.

“You just love having me inside you, don’t you?”

Cheeks blazing, I leaned against him, his member coming to rest against the apex of my thighs. “I crave your blood in my belly as much as I crave your cock in my cunt.”

“That’s quite a dirty mouth you’ve got there, Miss Baxter.”

“If it’s so filthy, maybe you should lick it clean.”

The sly grin that crept across his heart-breaking features was so predatorial, I instinctually backed away. Stepping out of his sweatpants, he started for me. Somehow he was even more intimidatingly, completely naked. “Perhaps I’m far more interested in licking your other set of lips clean.”

Heart racing, I launched into a full run to the other end of the attic, and just as I’d hoped, he charged after me. It was the hunt, a mating dance that seemed to be ingrained in me even though I knew fuck-all about vampire mating rituals. But it’s like Sterling said, my instincts knew what to do.

I ran until I came to a table littered with old papers and managed to circle it one time before he caught me. His arms looped around my waist, ensnaring me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clutched tight to him as he pressed my back down onto the table.

Looming over me, his hands began to run all over my body, my face, my breasts, my thighs. He was looking at me, mapping me out like he wanted to memorize this moment forever. Then he peeled my leggings off, unwrapping me like a long-anticipated Christmas present. My panties were the last thing to go, and just like the bra, he ripped them off with one jerk of his hand, leaving me completely naked.

I bit my lip to hold in a gasp as he grazed the very top of my inner thigh, so close that he brushed against the blonde curls of my pubic hair.

“Corry told me you colored your hair red.”

My cheeks flamed as Sterling coiled a stripe of my hair around his index finger. For some reason, the innocent gesture felt more intimate than anything else we’d done yet. “Yeah. It’s my favorite color.”

“And this…” His palm hovered over my groin, then lowered to touch the thin patch of hair there. “This is blonde.”

I gaped up at him in surprise. “How did you know?”

Twin stains of color kissed the prince’s cheeks, and it took me a second to register that the ancient vampire wasblushing.“Before you came here, I asked Dr. Sharpe to describe you. I wanted to know what you looked like. When he told me you were blonde, well, it filled me with a sort of joy that confounded me at first. I didn’t understand why I cared what color of hair you had. But I cared very much. My master’s hair was black. But before, back when I was human, mine was also blond. When Sharpe told me you had yellow hair and not black, I felt as though you belonged a little less to Thomas Knight and just a little bit more to me.”

Before I could react, Sterling spread my thighs and dipped down to deliver the most sinful of kisses to my center.

And it was with that kiss that something dawned on me. Had it been Vincent telling me this story, I would fire off a quip that had quickly become an old favorite with him.

That I didn’t belong to anyone.

Not anymore.

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