Page 146 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“I have a feeling I’m about to know in a second.” I swallowed.

He pressed close to me, his warmth and heady scent encompassing me like a security blanket. Cloves, smoke, steel. His spicy aroma had become something of an aphrodisiac for me.

Draping his body over mine, his mouth found my neck. I didn’t panic when his lips brushed over the place Sterling told me was his and his alone. When Eros kissed me, my muscles eased. If he bit me, he’d probably do it on my shoulder over his mark. In any case, I doubt he’d bite. The minutes were ticking down. There wasn’t time for foreplay or feeding or anything else, for that matter. That suited me just fine. The frantic urgency of it all, my stilted breathing, the thrashing of my heart, the rush of his breath over my nape. It all made me so damn wet.

A gasp stumbled out of me when his cock slid through my folds. He didn’t penetrate me, not yet. His shaft glided against me, my juices coating his shaft with a few slow thrusts of his hips.

“You don’t even know how many times I’ve thought about you since our night together,” he gritted in my ear, his lips on my neck. “You left your panties with me that night. I’ve jacked off in them so many damn times, thinking about the way you clenched around me when you claimed me as your mate.”

His words ignited my hunger like oil on flame. When he moved to slide his cock back over my labia, I angled my core and bucked my hips against his pelvis, spearing myself on him.

His fingers bit into the flesh of my hips, and I felt him jerk against me. “Fuck!”

I peered over my shoulder in wicked glee, seeing his mouth stretch into an O, the cords in his neck pulling tight.

Eros was all raw masculinity with his Viking-esque looks. There was just something about his blond hair shaved short on the sides and long on top, his piercings, and his reaper tattoo that made my womanhood weep. But that erotic expression he wore when he was balls deep inside me, with his brows scrunched together and his jaw clenched, was the icing on the cake.

The pinch of the stretch was as pleasant as it was painful, his hips pumping forward as he slowly eased himself out and then back in. “Goddamn. You feel so good.”

I knew he wanted to take it slow, to bide his time and tease this thing out. But the match was scheduled to start in the next few minutes, and the countdown sent my mind into a frenzy.

This wasn’t Sterling, whose lovemaking was slow and erotic and beautiful.

This was Deathwish, who lived up to his name in every way.

I wanted him to take me hard and fast, so I began slamming my hips back into him, setting a new pace that had him groaning in pleasure.

“Fuck, baby,” he wheezed on a growl. “The world isn’t ending. Slow the hell down unless you want me painting your insides in the next fucking second.”

“Good. Fuck your mate like you mean it. I want the whole place to know what we’ve done.”

The dirty talk had its desired effect. Something inside Eros snapped. His eyes, which had been only red around the rims, blew up into red disks. His fangs dropped, and a predatory growl tore from his chest. He pounded me hard into the lockers as if he was intent on cleaving me in half.

Between the brutal pound of his hips making the metal doors on the lockers rattle loudly and my lover’s animalistic grunting, I wasn’t surprised that we drew attention. Movement in the hallway caught my gaze.

My heart damn near gave out when my gray eyes locked with green ones.

Vincent Feral stood in the locker room’s doorway, watching me get fucked from behind by his greatest rival.

He was dressed in nothing but black gym shorts, with cloth wraps around his knuckles. He’d been off lifting weights or something because his whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made his dark hair cling to his brow.

“Goddamn, baby,” Eros said on a splintered moan, having not noticed our audience. “You’re clenching around me so hard, I’m coming—arrrrgh!”

The green pools of Vincent’s eyes stained crimson.

The look on his face sent a fist smashing through my chest to squeeze my heart until I thought it might explode.

I was still angry at him for telling Sharpe to insert the IUD without consulting me. But this wasn’t how I wanted to get back at him. This wasn’t revenge.

But that’s exactly how it looked.

His fists clenched, and there was that dark, smothering energy rolling off his body that made me choke and gasp. Eros still hadn’t noticed him. He was too busy spilling himself inside me.

For one terrifying moment, I thought Feral might try to kill Eros right here while he was still inside me. The murder in his malignant scowl was enough to make me think maybe he wouldn’t wait until they got to the ring. But before I could warn Eros, Vincent stormed out of the locker room. There was an eruption of cheers from the crowd that became muffled when the door slammed shut behind him.

Eros, completely oblivious to what had just happened, pulled out of me with a grunt and patted my butt like I was some kind of dog.

Honestly, I kind of felt like a bitch right about now.

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