Page 132 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Yes,” I whispered without skipping a beat.

“I know you would have. And how about this for a secret? If I could go back, I wouldn’t do things any differently. I plan to tease this out, to claim you piece by piece. Your blood, your tears, your cum, your womb, and finally, your heart. Until I own all of you. Every. Last. Part. Then to finish off one fucked-up love affair for the ages, I become the father of the first blood heir to the vampire throne and king of this whole damn, fucked-up world. So don’t worry your pretty little head about my control. I may not have been a vampire for very long, but I’m old enough to be a master in patience. Look how I destroyed Eros. I can afford to play the long game with you, Princess. The question is, can everyone else?”

Before I could even begin to unpack the steamy load of secrets, oaths, and threats he’d just dumped on me, he chose that exact moment to bite me.

My hips bucked, and I spasmed in the throne when his fangs punched into my thigh. He didn’t bother with being gentle, even less so than Corry had been when he’d bitten me in the same spot.

The pain might have been too much if it wasn’t for Vincent’s thumb, finding the sensitive bud of my clit. He applied pressure to it with such skillful precision, I was already moaning loudly, trembling, and rocking against him.

He purred his approval where he feasted on my thigh, his lips reverberating against me.

Then he spoke, his mouth breaking the seal around the bite site, blood dribbling down my flesh in thick gobs of red. “Mmm, you’re going to be such a good little blood whore for me, aren’t you? Already moaning and dripping for me. And I’m not just talking about your blood…” He took his thumb off my clit to sink the tip of his pointer finger into my wet heat. Unlatching from my thigh, he brought the finger to his blood-soaked lips and popped it inside his mouth, sucking my arousal clean from his digit.

For several ragged breaths, all I could do was gawk at him in lust-drunk reverie. Between my thighs, Vincent Feral was a freaking beast. And I wanted to take all of him, every filthy word, every bite, every delicious inch of cock, cum, and blood he was willing to give me.

The urge to feed hit me suddenly like an anvil crashing down over my head. I had to bite my own tongue to keep myself from latching onto him. I couldn’t let myself forget that this was just an exchange, my blood for his secrets. Feeding on him right now would just trigger that feral side of me. But damn it all, I wanted to let my monster out to play. Letting that side of me run free was a dangerous move and would lead to a path I didn’t want to tread down. If I did, I would probably end up claimed by Feral as his mate, and he’d be even more possessive of me.

But damn, it was a nice fantasy.

“If I ever let you claim me, where will you mark me?”

His bloody lips peeled back into a sinful smirk. There wasn’t so much as a pause as he pointed to the spot.He’d already thought about it.“Right here…”

The most delectable heat licked at my center as I followed his gesture to the stretch of skin just an inch or so from my labia, right over my public bone.

“When I claim you as my mate, I am going to mark you here.” Leaning, he pressed a kiss right there in silent pledge.

Sweat broke out over my body as he returned his finger to my folds and eased his way back inside, his jaw flexing as he watched me shake and shiver around him. “B–but h–how is that possible? I thought you had to be inside someone to make a mating mark. So unless you’re some freaky shapeshifter with a rubber spine, I’m not sure how that’s possible.”

Vincent flashed me the most panty-melting smile that glistened and glittered with a mixture of my blood and arousal. “You haven’t seen enough porn, Princess, and it shows.”

“You mean like…” My cheeks flamed, which felt a little silly considering my current position. “Biting me there while you fuck my mouth?”

“You humans call it sixty-nine, and in my opinion, it’s your kind’s reigning achievement.”

“Wow, you really don’t think much of humankind, do you? But how can that work?”

“Mouth, ass, cunt, it doesn’t matter. All I have to do is penetrate you with my dick and bite. You’re lucky it doesn’t work with fingers. Otherwise, you’d be covered with our mating marks, wouldn’t you?”

He chased the first finger with a second, and I thought he was going to bite me again, but instead, he brought his mouth down over my opening and licked a bloody path from my occupied hole all the way up to the place he’d promised to mark me one day.

Gripping the underside of my knees, he positioned me so that my calves rested against his shoulders with my heels touching his back. He still wore his t-shirt. It was always a white one that struggled to cover his mass, his raven tattoos just visible beneath. I wanted to tell him to take it off, but I couldn’t find the words. When I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was an embarrassing little groan because just then, he got to his feet and placed his knees on the edge of the throne while pulling me forward so that I was almost flat on my back with my center completely spread and exposed to him.

He leered down at me, his bloody eyes glinting in the moonlight, his lips fixed into a wicked sneer. My heart seized when he bared his fangs, his blood-laced saliva dripping from his lips to pepper my navel.

“Since you’ve been such a good little blood whore for me, I’ll let you have me now. But you only get a small taste. You only get both once I claim you as my true mate. So what will it be, my little monster? Shall I feed you blood…or cock?”

“Cock,” I panted on a broken breath.

Looking pleased with my decision, he moved my legs so that they were slung, one over either arm of the throne. This freed his hands while keeping me spread open for him, watching me as he straightened to his full imposing height. He made a show of peeling off his shirt, perfectly shaped muscles rippling beneath pale flesh with the movement.

He was so goddamn delicious, both sets of my lips began to salivate. His raven tattoos looked so real, like they might try flying away any second. Then there was a light dusting of hair from his navel that slipped down into the waistband of his denim jeans. He was all starkness, white skin, with black hair, ink, and dark veins that wrapped around his formidable forearms.

Sinful, supernatural perfection.

His hand fell to the fly of his jeans, and he flicked them open, then lowered the zipper at an agonizing pace.

“Hurry the fuck up, Feral, or I’ll find one of your brothers to finish the job.”

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