Page 130 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“You tell me. How do you feel now that my blood is coursing through your veins?”

“Stronger.”

“Exactly.” He eased his hold over me and lounged back into the throne. “Make it a habit to feed on me, and you’ll continue to grow stronger. And yours, in turn, will make me stronger.”

“How? My blood isn’t special.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. Do you want to know why I feed from Lexi? Because of what I am, I need to feed more often than the others, humanandvampire blood. Sharpe could give you a more scientific explanation, but the cliff notes version is that I have an extremely high metabolism. I need to feed every day. And I need to intake just as much vampire blood as I do human blood. I keep the blood donors busier than they’d like.”

The memory of Kenzie fleeing from Vincent’s room in a fit of tears surfaced to mind.

“And keeping Lexi makes it so that I have a constant supply of vampire blood.”

A pang of jealousy flared in my belly. “But you don’t need tofuckher.”

Vincent gave me a look that screamed,don’t be stupid. “You’ve ingested vampire blood. You know what it does to your libido. Once you’re my queen, I’ll feed only from you. With one bite, you will sate my need for vampire and human blood, and you feeding from me can grow your power. It’s the perfect partnership.”

I sat back on his lap, folding my arms over my chest. “Perfect.Right. How can it be perfect when there is still so much distrust between us?” In his defense, Vincent was currently being the most transparent he’d ever been with me. But he was still holding out.

His lips pursed with thought, and his eyes glinted with wicked intent. “What can I do to establish some trust?”

By the look on his face, I assumed he was about to offer sexual favors. As appealing as that sounded, I had him right where I wanted him. “Tell me how my father died. And for fuck’s sake, tell me what you are.”

“Let’s make a deal. I’ll sit here and answer every question you can throw at me. But you have to do something for me.”

My body tensed in his lap. “I’m not making a decision to make you king right here and now, so don’t even go there, Feral.”

“I want you to pick me because you know that I will be the best king our world has ever seen and the best fuck you’ve ever had. So, let’s make this a good trade for you. You don’t like Lexi.”

When I bristled at the third mention of her, he chuckled. “If you think she’s more to me than just a decent lay and a source of blood, you’re wrong. She thinks one day I’ll make her queen. She couldn’t be more mistaken.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“To prove it to you, I’ll dump her, and I swear to never touch her again.”

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. It seemed too good to be true. There had to be a catch.

“But…”And there it was. “You have to take her place as my blood whore. And if you agree, you feed me right here and now. And I warn you…” His hand cupped my ribcage, his knuckle brushing against the globe of my breast. “I’m ravenous.”

His proposition had all the ice in my body melting, settling into a molten pool of need in my lower belly. I squirmed in his lap, hating just how much I wanted to accept.

Bloody hell.

My answer should have beenhell to the fucking no.But things weren’t that simple between Feral and me. While he wore his monstrous nature plainly on his sleeve, with his soft side hidden deep within, my monster was buried deep inside me, and damn it, his called to mine in a strange sort of language fabricated out of cold glares and heated words.

He called to the beast inside me. And Lord help me because she wanted to come out and play.

His eyes burned with a fire that threatened to consume me, waiting for an answer that could flip this violent hate affair on its fucking head. Crawling out of his lap, I stood and faced him, holding the edges of the sheet as if I was about to let it fall from my body.

“I’ll accept, but I have one more condition.”

He leaned forward, excitement dancing in his eyes. “Which is?”

“You finally tell me what you are. And you tell me how my father died. No lies, no half-truths. You tell meeverythingyou know.”

His greedy gaze roved up and down my body, then he shattered the pregnant silence. “I accept.”

He extended his hand to me as if to shake on it but instead, he grabbed the sheet and ripped it from my body.

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