Page 115 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Yet, in Sterling’s presence, it was easier to admit to myself that I wanted to belong to him.

And that monstrous part of me, the one that I was so scared I wouldn’t learn how to control, wanted to belong toallof them.

Chapter fifty-five

An Offering

Mylungssqueezed,emptyingof all air with a sharp gasp as Sterling’s tongue split me asunder.

“Bloody hell!” I cried, my hands flying to grip the edge of the table I laid on. As he lavished my core, he splayed me open, with my most intimate parts exposed and at the vampire’s mercy.

All thoughts that had been lurking at the periphery of my mind, becoming queen, Vincent and his mind games, Dagon Knight and the Boston Coven, it all just ceased to exist. In this moment, the only thing I could focus on was the searing caress of Sterling’s lips, his tongue, his heated breath.

Eros had already done this for me, but to compare the oral skills of the coven’s master of torture to the silver-tongued, millennia-old priest would be a crime against womankind.

Deathwish had gone to war on my body, laying siege on my entrance, hellbent on my surrender.

Sterling was making love to me with his mouth. There was no other way to describe it. Each lick, each nip, each flick of his tongue was done with devotion, a true master of the craft even though it had been years since he’d done it at all.

Sensual and perfectly paced, just like Sterling.

When his tongue began to slide into me, slipping past my soaking folds, in and out, picking up speed, I began to shake under the delicious assault. Sweat beaded my brow, and my thighs quivered around his head. I didn’t know how much more I could take. My breath began to splinter with every gulp of breath I managed to take, and?—God—he grinned against me, his lips pursing against my own.

“I’ve forgotten what it’s like making my mate shake with pleasure. There’s nothing quite like it.”

His mate.

Those words… A stamp of ownership that I wished, how I wished they were true.

But the sad fact was, I wasn’t his mate, not without his mark on my flesh. But it was still a nice fantasy.

“I think this was the part I missed the most,” he murmured into my folds.

“W–what part?”

“Preparing your body so that it may accommodate my own.”

Holy hot hell. How did he manage to be so filthy and eloquent at the same time? I didn’t dare ask him out of fear that he’d stop doing whatever he was doing with his tongue. He swirled it around my clit in sensual circles and gave it an occasional flick.

“Don’t mistake me, love. Seating my cock inside you will be nothing short of ecstasy. But nothing compares to feeling the pulse of your heart pound my tongue through the walls of your womanhood.” To demonstrate, he plunged his tongue into me again, this time staying there for several beats. Spreading my legs wider, he skirted his fingers down the interior of my thigh, over the swell of my ass, then pressed his thumb to the ring of muscle?—a place I was not ready to take a male, especially a male like Sterling.

But instead of pushing into that dark place, his hand fell away, and he released a deep masculine growl of satisfaction as my heartrate launched into lightspeed. “Yeah, just like that.”

Ohfuck. The rumbling of his tongue sent a series of delicious convulsions thrashing through my body. And there it was, the final push I needed to send me over the edge, an explosion of pleasure going off in my lower belly like fireworks.

My limbs went hot, then cold. A sheen of sweat settled over every inch of my flesh, making me one thousand times more sensitive to his tickling breath over my labia. Stars filled my vision, and when they faded, Sterling came into view.

Bloody hell, he was a vision. An erotic, sweat-covered, masculine vision. The sight of him arched over the table, silvery strands plastered to his glistening brow, and his lips covered in my arousal was not one I would let myself forget anytime soon.

I flashed him a dazed smile. “Damn. You look good. You feel good. Just everything is so…good.” I breathed a happy sigh, not even caring that my post-orgasm brain fog was seriously hindering any ability to articulate. But Sterling was all to blame for that one, and I was sure he was smug for it.

Chuckling, the vampire prince leaned over the table until our faces were lined up, draping his lithe frame over mine to plant a kiss on my lips. When he drew away, the most darkly divine smirk curved his mouth.

“What if I could make you feel even better?” he asked in a silk-soft whisper as he positioned himself so that his erection came to rest against my slit. “What would you say to that?”

“W–what would I s–ay?” I stuttered, words coming hard for me as he began to move his hips, his hot and throbbing shaft sliding between my soaking folds, touching in all the right places. “Oh, oh, fuck!Sterling!”

His mouth split with a seductive smile. “A perfect sentiment, Miss Baxter.”

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