Page 131 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Embarrassment, rage, all the emotions that would make sense in this moment completely fizzled into the background, and all that filled me was a lust so raw and pure, I couldn’t help but feel like a fucking goddess standing naked before The Feral King.

He raised his fist to his mouth, his fang scraping against his knuckle as if he was moved by the sight of my naked body. He slowly stood to his feet, never once taking his eyes off me. Stepping to the side, he pointed at the place he’d just been sitting.

“Now, get on your throne where you belong, and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Chapter sixty-two

Dark Pledge

Getonyourthronewhere you belong, and spread your legs.

His lewd command made my lungs slam against my ribs, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.

With the sheet torn away, I was naked. My father’s cruel throne sat before me, empty and awaiting my bare ass. Then there was Feral, watching me like a ravenous predator ready to pounce on its prey.

He wanted to feed on me while I sat on my father’s throne. I didn’t really want to sit in it at all, to be whereheonce sat. But somehow, being in the buff with my father’s blood whore ready to bury himself between my thighs seemed like a great way to stick it to dear ole dead dad.

So I sat and watched his reaction as I slowly spread my thighs for him. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen me naked. When he’d burst in on Eros and me, all my clothes had already been ripped off and thrown to the floor. But this was the first time I was naked for him, the first time he was seeingthispart of me.

The cold air of the council chamber tickled my bare sex, but the chill was chased away when Vincent fell to his knees before me, his hot breath spilling over my flesh.

I arched my brows, trying to pretend that the sight of him kneeling in front of me like this wasn’t making me so wet that my arousal was soaking into the throne. “Is this the part where you swear fealty to me, Knight?”

His eyes blazed with a brutal reverence, and his next words were just as convincing. “I swear it.”

Surprised by the severity of his vow, I closed my legs and sat up a little straighter. “What do you swear exactly?”

“To always protect you. To keep you safe. Why do you think I made that bet with Deathwish?”

“To thin out the competition for the throne.”

Feral’s brows contorted with thinly veiled fury. “I’m doing it to protect you from him. He already took my father away from me. I’m not going to let him take you away too.”

My lips slanted with a frown. “Let’s not talk about Eros right now. Before you feed, tell me what you are.”

“No. First, I get what I want.” His hands settled on my knees, and he slowly spread them apart. His eyes dipped down to my sex, then darted back up, a devilish grin on his face. “Then we’ll get to you.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” I found myself blurting.

His tongue flicked out to slide over his lower lip, a display probably meant to tease me. “Do you want me to?”

Oh, God. Fuckyes. But wait. No! Or at least noshouldhave been my answer. If I let him fuck me, he’d probably mark me. Who was to say he wouldn’t bite me right over Eros’ mark? While I hadn’t intended for Eros to claim me, the thought of his mark being erased from my body filled me with a hollow sensation.

There were a million things I couldn’t trust Feral with, but if I could count on him for anything, it was to be possessive and overprotective.

“You don’t need to answer,” he chuckled, his breath washing over my core in an invisible caress, a promise of what was to come. “Your dripping cunt gives you away, Princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make you beg for me before I feed you. Whether it’s my blood or my cock, I’ll let you decide.”

He licked a path from my knee to my inner thigh, and I couldn’t suppress my violent shiver of delight. The hot appendage felt like fire against my cool skin. It was fucking freezing in here, but instead of being cold, I was hot all over. And where this was heading, I’d soon be wearing Vincent Feral to keep me warm.

His mouth continued its lazy ascent toward the very top of my thigh, where my leg met my core. I knew he was going for my femoral artery, but I was still a little disappointed when he didn’t make the final move to cover the juncture between.

“You’re going to drink from my arterial blood. Sterling says it’s dangerous.” A gasp tripped from me as Vincent’s fangs scraped over the sensitive patch of flesh. His mouth was so close to my opening, I could feel his breath tease and tickle me. It was sublime torture.

He peeked up through his screen of raven locks. “Then you know just how fucking stupid it was allowing Corry to bite you here.”

“Hypocrite,” I sneered. I knew it was a bad idea taunting Feral while I was spread out for him like this, free for his taking. But the demented little pervert inside me couldn’t help it.

“I’m not a youngblood. I have perfect reign over my darkest urges. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have turned you down in my car the night you tried to run away. I would have mated you hard and marked you as mine. You weren’t on birth control then, and I could scent how fertile you were even before Sterling triggered your heat cycle. What if I’d knocked you up that night, Princess? Would you have made me your mate and king?”

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