Page 164 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

All I could do was lay beneath him and gaze up at this creature as he feasted on me. I felt like an offering meant for some ancient deity.

He was a feral monster.

And I was the hopeless half-blood who’d fallen into a dark and irrevocable love affair with him.

I parted my legs, reveling in the way he healed, and grew stronger right before my eyes. His regeneration wasn’t the only way my blood was affecting him. He was growing hard. His masculine heft throbbed as he began to grind his hips into mine.

This wasn’t the time or the place for him to claim me, but I ached so badly for him. I needed him to the point of pain.

My animalistic instincts wanted to take him in his hybrid form, to have him push me to the brink of my limits. I wanted to let that fire that burned between us consume me, and from the ashes, I would be born something new.

His claimed mate.

I was the only female to make The Feral King submit, the only female who’d claimed him as my mate and lived to tell of the depraved tale.

Together, we would be an unholy force of destruction.

“Say that you’re mine,” he growled into my ear. My own blood dribbled from his chin as he spoke, streaking my throat in red. “Admit what you’ve known all along, little monster.”

He slipped his hand between us and caressed the juncture between my thighs. I shivered in wicked pleasure, earning me a devilish chuckle that made his chest rumble against mine.

“I am yours,” I said. “But I belong to you as much as I belong to Eros, Sterling, and Corry. You have to learn how to share, Feral.”

He flashed me a sinister smirk. “I’ll agree to share. I’ll agree to give up my pursuit of the throne. I’ll even play nice with Deathwish. But you have to agree to give me a part of you that you won’t share with my brothers… At least for now.”

“What is it?”

When he spoke next, his baritone cadence was husky and came out in fragments, like the mere thought of it was getting him worked up. “You give me your womb. You wear your father’s crown and sit on his throne. You take as many mates as your sweet pussy desires. But when you’re ready, I’m the one that gets to breed you.”

His words ignited a fire within me. Flames licked my core, and I purred beneath him, nodding my agreement. “Yes, yes, I agree.”

He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Say it. Say your womb belongs to me.”

“It’s yours. My womb is yours.”

“That’s right, little monster, it is mine. And the second we kill these bastards who dare think they can touch our queen, I’m going to mark you.”

I moaned beneath him as his teeth nipped the shell of my ear. Then he bit me again, feeding for pleasure this time, rather than necessity.

I don’t know how much time passed. The back of this van felt like its own universe in a way where time had no meaning.

After Vincent had his fill of me, he kissed the patch of skin beneath my ear and said something that I had known deep down all along.

“I killed your father.”

My brain stalled out for a second, and I jerked my head to meet his hooded gaze. Every inch of my skin erupted in goosebumps, seeing the expression etched into his chiseled features. “How? I thought progeny weren’t strong enough to kill their masters.”

“Not in a fair fight. But since when do any of us play fair? As you know, I was your father’s blood whore. He drank from me every night. One night, he decided it would be ‘fun’to make Sterling suck him off in front of a few of the coven members. It…” Vincent’s sanguine orbs blazed with a thinly veiled rage that struck me like a lightning bolt. “It made me get to thinking, wouldn’t it be ‘fun’ to drink some liquid silver right before Master’s nightly feeding session? The stuff doesn’t hurt me, after all. And how sad that our poor king didn’t have the same kind of immunity.”

My eyes widened at Feral’s confession, my heart constricting in my chest. Thomas Knight had died from ingesting liquid silver. But it hadn’t been by suicide. His blood whore had ingested it, and when the king went to feed…

“Oh, my God. That’s—”

His brows flicked up as he quietly appraised my reaction. “Horrible?”

“I was going to say brilliant.”

A delicious smile curved his lips that made my heart throb. “Most people wouldn’t be impressed to hear about the murder of their father.”

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