Page 138 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Had this been Vincent beside me, he would have shut down at the mention of Deathwish. But Corry’s eyes lit up with curiosity through the dark. Positioning himself on his side, he propped himself up on an elbow to look at me. “What was that like? Mating him, I mean.”

“It hurt a little. But it was pleasurable. It was a little weird being with someone with, um, his tastes for my first time. I don’t regret it, though. It prepared me.” It should have been awkward talking about my night of debauchery with the depraved prince, but it wasn’t. I felt at ease with Corry, like I could tell him anything in the world, and he’d be happy to listen.

“For what?”

My cheeks flamed hotter. “Erm, for you four. You’re a lot to handle. I figured if I could take on the brutal Deathwish, I could take on all of you.”

A mischievous smirk streaked across Corry’s face. “Like at once?”

A surge of heat blossomed low in my belly. “That is not what I meant.” Holy Mother of God. I could barely imagine being with two of them at once, or three, let alone all four. I’d have to be a queen indeed to manage that.

Corry’s eyes trailed to the place where Eros’ mating mark sat beneath the t-shirt as if he could sense exactly where it was without having to see it. “So you don’t mind carrying his mating mark? You know he’ll be able to track you now, right? He’ll always know where you are and vice versa.”

“Really? I’d been experiencing this burning sensation on my shoulder, but I didn’t know why.”

“I’m not an expert on this sort of thing, but our coven has a mated couple who have been together for like a million years. I asked them about their marks once. Supposedly it will burn hot when he’s near and turn freezing when he’s far away.”

Corry reached to fan his fingers over my shoulder. What was with these princes’ fascination with Eros’ mating mark? Even Vincent had kissed it. Instead of getting territorial over it, it was like they were paying homage to it. Respecting it.

There wasn’t a shred of jealousy in the youngblood’s gaze, just curiosity. After a moment, he let his hand drop to the sheets between us with a sigh.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened between you and Vin? We don’t have to talk about it, but you can’t blame me for being curious. You came in here looking like you just escaped from a sacrificial altar. All that was missing was the ceremonial dagger and the white dress.”

“No dagger needed when we’ve all got fangs. And the dark god I was about to sacrifice myself to kept the white dress.” Despite how fucked the whole situation was, I couldn’t help but laugh. Corry’s joke hadn’t been terribly off the mark. “There isn’t anything to talk about. Vincent is a possessive asshole who turns into a big baby when he doesn’t get to control everything. He’s also a secretive bastard who won’t tell me the truth about my father’s death.”

I shot the young prince a sharp glance. Catching my hint, he heaved a sigh and shook his head. “It’s not my secret to tell, Red. If you want to know, you’re going to have to pull it out of Vin.”

My lips slanted with a frown. “Then I’ll never find out how my father died. It’s not that I give a shit if Vincent murdered my father. I just want the truth. That’s all.”

“I know, Red. And you’ll get it. When Vincent finally comes clean and tells you with his own words what happened, that will mean way more than me spilling his secrets for him.”

“Yeah, I get it. I should get some sleep, Cor. It’s late, and tomorrow night is the big fight.”

Corry sat up, frowning down at me. “They will not want you to go to that.”

My brows crinkled. “Who’s they?”

“The Elders. Especially Sterling. The warehouse where they host these fights is on Boston Coven territory, and Sterling’s apprehensive enough just letting Eros and Vincent go even though they’re two of our den’s strongest warriors. And I’m still not allowed off coven property. Even though these underground fights are mostly supernatural fighters and onlookers, there are still humans that attend. Me and my bloodlust don’t really mix well with humans in rowdy, enclosed spaces.”

“Take a shit load of Sharpe’s lust suppressant pills and sneak out with me. Or don’t,” I sniffed with a casual shrug. “Either way. I’m going.”

If Corry wanted to argue further, he held his tongue. “Alright, babe. Just close your eyes and get some sleep.” He kissed my cheek, his lips lingering there as we both dozed off in each other’s arms.

As the embrace of sleep closed in around me, I couldn’t seem to shake the bet from my mind. If Vincent lost, he’d have to step back from his pursuit of the throne. And his pursuit of me.

Vincent leaving me the fuck alone should have been what I wanted. But it wasn’t, and that fact made my stomach twist into painful knots. I’d come to crave the attention of my dark knight because I knew underneath that armor was a man who ignited a catastrophic fire inside me.

On the flip side of that, if Eros lost the match, he’d have to leave the coven. Even dwelling on the possibility of him leaving forever made my mark scorch hot with a pain that brought fresh tears to my eyes.

As a restless sleep claimed me, I tried to imagine my life without either of them by my side as king.

And I couldn’t.

That’s why I had to go to the fight tomorrow. Not to witness the fight.

But because I was hellbent on stopping it.

Chapter sixty-five

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