Page 128 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Vincent Feral, whatareyou?”

Chapter sixty-one

A Dangerous Deal

“Whatareyou?”Iasked again on a sharp inhale. I wanted to know what he was so bad that curiosity was practically eating me alive.

His grin spread all the wider as his tongue flicked out in an erotic slide over his lower lip. “I love watching you trying to solve a mystery. You don’t like not having all the answers. You squirm, and your body burns. I can practically smell your blood boiling in frustration. It makes me so hard just thinking about the way your sweet blood heats the air.”

Digging his fingers into my hips, he pushed me down deeper into his lap and ground his groin into my ass to demonstrate exactly what he was talking about. Then I cried out—more in surprise than pain—when his mouth flew to my chest, planting a kiss to the valley between my breasts just above the hem of the sheet.

“Then there is this delicious, frantic little pound of your heart.” His voice dropped an octave, husky and banked with his hunger, as his breath fanned beneath the sheet, tickling my navel. “I can’t stop imagining how hard it will beat when I finally sink myself inside you.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about sinking his fangs inside me, his cock, or—God help me—both, but my body heated at the obscene fantasy all the same.

With my current position—slung sideways in the throne with my feet dangling over one arm and my back pressed to the other—I rearranged myself so that I was straddling his lap, my chest pressed against his. This was the same position we’d been in that night at the gas station. Only then, I’d been wearing panties. Now, to get purchase I bunched the sheet around my hips and rested my bare sex in his lap. Which just made his erection strain all the harder in the confines of his jeans.

I had to focus. Vincent was trying to distract me, and it was working.

“Don’t change the subject,” I said through a thick gulp, failing to ignore the fact that his cock was lined up perfectly against my apex. I had to summon every damn fragment of willpower I had to keep my hips from moving. “Tell me what you are, damn it.”

His sanguine orbs glittered with mischief. “A being not of this realm. There is magic in my blood. Consumed, it grants great strength and heightened senses. And it can even heal minor wounds. It’s part of the reason why your father turned me.”

Worrying my bottom lip, I crunched my brows. “You were turned only a decade ago, weren’t you? But you’re saying my father got his power from you?”

“He was powerful before then. The former king was almost three millennia-old when he died. Any vampire who survives that long is bound to be a strong mother fucker. But I elevated him to a whole new level.”

I almost didn’t want to ask, having heard the horrors of Sterling’s past. But my curiosity wouldn’t let me hold my tongue. “How?”

Vincent’s expression tightened, a storm brewing in his eyes. “He fed from me almost every night, Ruby. I was his personal blood whore.”

It took me a few uneven breaths to process what Feral was telling me. A blood whore? Vincent? It was hard to imagine him being the vampire king’s personal feeding trough, but knowing my dad, it wasn’t shocking. And I highly doubted it had been a consensual thing.

Leaning back in his lap, I skimmed the exposed parts of the prince, searching for any mating marks on his body. He didn’t carry my father’s scent like Sterling had, but drinking vampire blood had a way of getting people all hot and bothered, so…

“He only used me for my blood,” he said, gleaning the unspoken question in my eyes. “If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, it was only Sterling that he lusted for that way.”

“But if you’re from another world, how did he find you? How did you come here?Whydid you come here?” I had a million freaking questions flying around in my head. What was he saying? That he wasn’t from Earth? Was he an alien? No, that’s stupid.

“I came to the human world to find my father. He was a sort of diplomat for our people, a connection between the magical creatures of my home realm and the supernatural beings native to the human world. He never returned from his last trip. My search led me to Deathwish. At the time, Eros belonged to a guild of humans who specialized in killing supernatural creatures.”

The blood in my body turned to ice. “I thought he was an MMA fighter.”

“That was more or less his hobby. He made most of his living by killing all sorts of supernatural creatures. While the Helsing Guild specialized in hunting vampires, Eros didn’t discriminate.”

“Helsing? Like,VanHelsing?”

Vincent gave me a solemn nod while running his hands gently over my shoulders and down my arms. Normally the tender gesture might calm me, but it was hard staying calm after hearing that Eros, the guy I had lost my virginity to, used tomurderour kind. And that he belonged to a whole group of these people who were just…out there.

“I didn’t think Van Helsing was real.”

“Once upon a time, you didn’t think vampires were real either.” Vincent’s voice was all steel, his muscles coiled tight as he stiffened beneath me.

I knew this couldn’t be easy for him. He seemed so vulnerable right now. Here he was, admitting that he’d been the vampire king’s blood whore. Not to mention talking about his father. I doubted he spoke to anyone about this, and I wanted to reward him for being so transparent with me, to let him know that we could be open and honest and vulnerable with each other. That he could trust me not to strike when he exposed parts of himself he normally kept hidden beneath his armor.

I leaned into him and kissed his stunned lips. His mouth softened, and a little rush of air blew out of him that I quickly consumed with another, slow, languid kiss. I took my time kissing him, enjoying how his muscles seemed to unclench beneath my touch.

After a few moments, I pulled away, breathless. “Tell me more. Please.”

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