Page 55 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Why are you so hot? You’re like a damn heater. I thought vampires were supposed to be cold. You’re dead.”

“I’m more alive than you think, princess.” The vampire’s hands gently touched my back, tracing the curves of my shoulder blades. “Now, you know how to drop your fangs?”

I gave a weak nod.

“Good.” He angled his head to the side, exposing the most delicious, mouth-watering stretch of his throat to me. His neck was the most masculine, erotic thing I had ever seen. But maybe that was just my monstrous hunger talking.

He was all sharp edges, hard muscles, and white ivory flesh wrapped up in dark ink of the ravens that stretched from his neckline up to his stubble-covered jawline. Tendons twitched and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched my reaction to him offering himself up to me.

“Y-you can’t be serious.”

“Oh yeah, because I’m such a fucking joker,” he muttered on a grated chuckle. “Be a good little monster and feed on me. You need blood and mine is much stronger than Corry’s. It’s special.”

I blinked at him, my gaze affixed to his throat. “Special how?”

“Try it and you will find out for yourself, princess.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Aphrodisiac

TherewasnothingIwanted more than to sink my fangs into Vincent. My fangs ached and an embarrassing, animalistic growl slithered up my throat. But all shame erupted into lust when the vampire’s own hunger hardened beneath me, his breathing growing sharp and fragmented.

My body must have been craving what he offered because my senses were hyper-aware of his presence. From the way he felt beneath me to how fucking good he smelled. His scent was the ocean air just before a storm, salty and charged with electricity. And underneath that, there was a hint of something lush and sinful.

His hands skimmed up my back, reverent and kind. They felt like someone else’s hands.

Maybe Vincent Feral had been possessed or something. Maybe I was just delusional from all the blood loss. Because this was not the asshole I’d come to know over the last two days. Whatever it was, I was completely transfixed by this new side of the vampire prince.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, playing with the strands gently. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. “Wow, you’re really eager for me to bite you. Your blood filled with poison or something?”

He planted a series of gentle kisses over my collar bone, his lips curling into a grin against my skin. “If I wanted to kill you, do you really think that’s how I’d do it?”

It was almost disturbing how reassuring that was.

“You’re right. Poison isn’t your style. You’d probably just strangle me while you drained me dry of every drop of blood I have.”

His cock twitched beneath me and I squeezed my eyes shut as a shaky exhale left my body. “You’re fucking demented. You know that?”

His brows arched. “You know I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you?”

My voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Do I know that?”

He sat back, his hand hovering over my skin but not quite touching me as he caressed the curve of my throat. My pulse burst into a gallop when his fingers gently clamped down on my throat like a collar.

“Don’t play that game with me.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous.

It swept over me, making my belly pool with need. “W-what game?”

His lips peeled back into a cocky grin. “Pretending you don’t ache for the way I touch you.”

“And how do you touch me?”

“Like you’re not something easily broken.”

I sat back on the vampire’s lap, taking a long look at him without any of his shields erected. This gentle, attentive side he was allowing me to see was something so out of character for him, I was left questioning the true depths of my delirium. Because right now, all I wanted to do was please him.

“Show me your fangs,” he crooned.

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