Page 123 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Sterling’s face remained pointed in my direction, but his impassive mask wavered for just a second, never completely falling away as it had when we’d fucked like bunnies in the attic. “I’ve already punished myself enough for what happened. I don’t need your help in adding to my guilt.”

At this point, I was now completely unstrapped from the gurney. But all the princes still stood right beside me, one at each corner of the bed, touching me.

Sterling held my left hand, clasping it tenderly in both of his.

Eros’ index finger traced the mating mark on my shoulder over the sheet.

Corry was brushing his knuckles gently over my left ankle, and Vincent, in true Feral fashion, held me in a rough and possessive death grip.

Bloody hell.

Now that I’d decided to remain as a half-blood, I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to survive these men. But fuck, nothing—and I mean nothing—was going to stop me from trying.

That meant that if I was going to earn their respect, I’d have to put on my big girl panties and go head-to-head with them.

I wouldn’t take Feral’s abuse unless I was flat on my back with his dick inside me. Then, maybe.

Donning a too-sweet grin, I shuffled myself up into a sitting position and ripped my leg away from Vincent while allowing the others to touch me. “You let me feed from you the other night in the back of your car, Feral. You didn’t bitch when it was your blood I was taking.”

When he said nothing, I narrowed my eyes and continued. “So let’s say we fell into some alternate dimension where I might actually fuck you. You wouldn’t want me to mark you?”

His lips peeled back in a vicious sneer. “Oh, so we’re going to pretend like you didn’tbegme for my cock that night, Princess? Too bad I have zero desire to join the little harem you’re building for yourself. And if we were in some ‘alternate dimension’ where I would be interested in a girl who fucks my brothers more often than the other females in the coven change their panties, I would have stopped you from taking too much blood. I’d make you stay awake, eyes on me the whole time while you watch yourself taking my cock.”

The mean grin that broke out on his chiseled features made my skin pebble with perspiration and the apex of my thighs heat with a different kind of moisture.

Damn him. Why did he have to have this kind of effect on me? Why did my vagina have such a soft spot for such a hardass?

I held tightly onto my hatred, pushing my lust for him way back into that dark part of me where it bubbled up from like some poisonous witch’s brew. I didn’t want to admit to Vincent’s brothers just how much his bad-boy act got to me. And most importantly, I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

“Fuck you, Feral.” I averted my eyes, hating how much my cheeks flamed. I could feel his cocky grin, hot on my skin. He knew how deeply his worlds had dug into me, crawling inside me, touching me in all the places we both wanted him to dominate and claim.

If we weren’t too stubborn to admit it.

“Fuck me, huh?” His tongue flicked out, tasting his bottom lip. It was as if he was imagining it in his mind, contemplating it. Then he shrugged and turned to leave the room. “Only when you realize that I’m the only male you’ll ever need.”

With that, he left without so much as a glance back.

The tension that settled between the three remaining princes and me turned smothering until Corry shattered the tension with another of his low whistles. “Damn, he’s cranky. Ignore him, Red. He’s all sulky and shit that it was Sterling you marked, and not him. Speaking of which, Sterling got laid for the first time in like, what? A million years? We should be throwing him a party.”

“Right?” Eros chuckled. “It’s been so long since he’s gotten laid, my own balls have turned blue in solidarity. We’ll get him a ‘congrats on your nut’ cake.”

The eldest prince’s expression remained mostly impassive, with only a sliver of irritation bleeding through the cracks. “That won’t be necessary.”

I wanted to stay and experience the strange comradery between Sterling, Eros, and Corry. With Vincent gone, the tension had lifted, and there was a kind of ease shared between them that felt light and natural. I knew that when forced to pick, Corry sided with Vincent but seeing them together now, I could see that Eros and Corry did like each other. And, of course, it wouldn’t be like Sterling to pick sides.

But as much as I wanted to keep a safe distance from The Feral King and his angsty, big-dick energy, I couldn’t. His words had been like a knife to my belly, and I couldn’t just let myself sit here and pretend he hadn’t just slut-shamed me in front of his brothers.

Wrapping the sheet tightly around me, I slid off the gurney and swayed for a second while I collected my balance.

“Whoa, take it easy there, Red,” the youngblood said, starting for me. But I left his protests behind, bolting from the room before any of them could stop me.

Wearing nothing but a sheet, I ran after Vincent with angry tears in my eyes, ready to give him a damn piece of my mind.

Chapter fifty-nine

Showdown

AsIstormeddownthe hall after Vincent, I didn’t care that I was practically naked. And I didn’t care that there were vampires I’d never met, jumping out of my way with looks of bewilderment on their faces.

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