Page 41 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

His hand slid up my thigh underneath my dress to grip my butt cheek.

“Come with me into the restroom then. You deserve a better first time, but Christ—” His voice fractured on another ravenous growl that sunk straight through me, curling up between my thighs. If his hand dared to make the venture from my ass to my pussy, he’d find me soaking wet already. “I want you so bad it hurts, Ruby-Red.”

My first time.

His words sent a rush of heat through my veins. He wanted to take me into the ladies’ room and fuck me. My breath went short, my lungs emptying of all air like slashed tires.

For one intense heartbeat, I actually considered the offer. Losing my virginity in the restroom of the local roller rink seemed kind of pedestrian, a bit dirty, and cheap. And that was precisely its appeal.

Aside from my choice of partner, it would be wonderfully ordinary.Human.

If I lost my virginity to someone like Vincent Feral, I imagined sacrificial altars, chanting, and a knife involved.

With Corry, it would just be safe. It would be like what I’d seen on teen sitcoms on TV. He would once again be giving me another experience my mother stole from me. And that mixed with the appeal of sating this deep, clawing hunger to mate him was enough to make me agree to the whole thing.

“Do you trust yourself not to feed from me?”

He searched my gaze as if he’d find the answer rooted somewhere inside me. By some miracle, his irises were still blue, but the whites of his eyes were bloodshot all to hell.

“No,” he admitted after several tense seconds, “I don’t.”

I didn’t trust him either. He’d already pricked me as soon as I entered his body. What bloody, fucked up bullshit would he pull when he entered mine?

Corry’s fingers dug tighter into the flesh of my ass and slipped beneath the seam of my panties.

I jerked in his arms as his index finger stroked over my labia, his movement slow, agonizing, calculated. He buried his face into my neck and inhaled deeply. Tiny, blaring alarms were sounding in my head. A vampire’s fangs were mere millimeters from my jugular. My heart pounded so hard I knew Corry could feel my pulse hammering away against his lips. I could feel him salivating against me.

“Your virgin’s blood is so damn sinful I’d sell my cock to Satan for just another drop,” he gritted in my ear, his other hand fisting in my hair.

I nipped teasingly at his lower lip, earning me a husky growl. “If you sold your cock to Satan, how would you be able to taste my virgin pussy, Youngblood?”

Another heady groan erupted. His finger slipped past my folds, sinking in no deeper than his first knuckle. I ached for more, sosomuch more.

“Then I’ll sell my soul—shit no—I don’t have that anymore. I’ll sell Vincent’s cock to Satan. How about that?”

“Now that’s a plan I can go along with,” I rasped, my breath hitching as his fingertip pulled out of my slit, dragging back over my ass cheek. Using my own wetness, he traced something on my flesh.

“Corry,” I whispered the word as I felt him spell his own name out on my rear.

He flashed me a panty-melting grin, his tongue flicking out to clean any traces of my blood from his lips. “Hearing my name in your mouth is almost as good as tasting your blood in mine.”

My heart ricocheted off my ribcage like it was trying to jump out of my chest. Two nights ago, I believed this much heart-pounding excitement would mean almost certain death. I wanted a night like this so bad, I’d been willing to trade my life for it. For what? Roller skating, a pretzel, a video game, a lusty kiss right in front of everyone. And I would have jumped at the chance if only those bars hadn’t been in my way.

At twenty-three years old, I’d never had anything close to a sexual experience, with the exception of what just went down with Corry’s fingers in my panties five seconds ago.

I contemplated taking up his invitation to the restroom and opened my mouth to respond, but another woman’s voice filled the space instead.

“Corry? Corry Cross?”

Corry jerked out of my arms, and his eyes darted around frantically, searching for the source of the voice who’d called his name. “Shit. Shit. Fuckingshit.”

Chapter twenty-one

Questions and Answers

“Whatisit?”Iasked, dazed.

“Look, for the next few minutes, my name isn’t Corry, alright?”

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