Page 77 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

The last thing I felt was a kiss to my head before sleep’s embrace pulled me down into the darkness.

My dreams were filled with flashes of eyes. The ocean blue eyes of Corry, glaring at me through the rain as I was dragged away from my one shot at freedom. The olive green eyes of Vincent started soft and twisted with hunger-filled hatred as they turned red. The white, eerie eyes of Sterling as they watched me with an unknown emotion. And finally, the chocolate gaze of Deathwish as they swirled with a heat hotter than his sinister furnace.

“Wake up, doll,” Eros’ voice called to me, pulling me from the realm of sleep. Opening my eyes, I looked to see Eros spooning me, his arm wrapped around my bare torso, holding me flush against him.

While I’d slept, he had pulled his blonde hair from the bun on his head and now it fell in loose waves around his shoulders. I never thought long hair on a man was masculine before now. But paired with his piercings, and his beard, and his tattoos, he reminded me of a Viking warrior.

“You’re so damn beautiful it’s scary,” I said without thinking, still waiting for my haze of sleep to clear.

He chuckled, the rough sound sinking straight through my core and curling up into the place I still ached for him. As if sensing my renewed need, he pressed his hips forward so that I could feel the swell of his own hunger against my ass.

“What time is it?” I whispered, my breath hitching in my chest.

Eros drew me into his arms, leaving no space at all between us. “We have time before the door unlocks,” he muttered in a tone that suggested he knew exactly where my train of thought had wandered. A shiver ran down my spine, as my gaze fell to the basement door. As soon as the sun went down, Vincent Feral was going to come through it like a wrecking ball.

It was selfish and immature of me to want them to fight here, out of the ring where rules and onlookers would keep them from killing each other. But part of me did want Feral to fight for me. To see that possessive conviction burning in his eyes, the sort he couldn’t fake.

As much as it pained me to admit, I wanted to desperately believe that he truly wanted me. And right now, there was so much evidence proving my worst fears. That all he wanted was to use me for the throne, and toss me aside when he was done with me.

It was a dangerous game, coaxing out that shred of genuine care for me like this. It was selfish. And it wasn’t fair to either of them. But damn it, I wanted to see it again. I was addicted to that little spark I’d seen in the car. That little flash of excitement where we had, for one crazy moment, pretended like there was a possibility of us being more than bitter rivals.

Eros’ mouth to my ear, kissing and nipping at the shell was enough to make all thoughts of Vincent fizzle away.

“I’ve barely slept at all. Having you in my bed is driving me fucking mad.”

I angled my head to look back over my shoulder at him, wincing softly as his fingers dug into the naked flesh of my hips. “Why?”

I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it. I loved watching his reactions to me through the cracks of the calm and collected mask he always wore.

“Because I can’t stop thinking of your body as it took my torture so damn nicely. You look so fucking hot, writhing and moaning under my touch when everyone else flinches and screams.”

“I flinched and screamed for you too, Eros.” Pushing against his erection, I swayed my hips to stroke his cock with the somewhat clumsy sway of my ass. But my lack of skill in this area didn’t seem to be a concern of his. If anything, it was making him even more crazed, wanting to be the first to venture between my legs.

In a blink, he was on top of me with my back pinned down into the mattress.

He loomed over me with a look in his eye that made my nerves ball with tense excitement. He had shed his pants, leaving him in nothing but black boxers which did little to contain his swelling cock. “Do you want me to take your virginity, Ruby?” Eros asked on a growl, his hips pressing his hunger down between the apex of my thighs, the only barrier being the thin fabric of his boxers.

I bit back a gasp, feeling the rock hard heft of him against the most sensitive part of me. I nodded frantically, unashamed of my eagerness. So far, my virginity had been nothing but a giant ass headache. Something for the guys to fight and drool over when it shouldn’t have fucking mattered at all.

My V-card was nothing but a pain and I was ready to hand it over. Because finally, everyone would stop talking about smelling it.

“You’re not sore?” Eros asked, surprised by my enthusiasm.

“A little,” I admitted, butterflies swarming in my belly. His presence over me was a dark cloud, like a dangerous rainstorm that could drown me if I wasn’t careful. But for some reason, I was only attracted to his dark energy.

This was a man who could be my ally, maybe even my king. But I got a sense he could so easily turn into my enemy. And seeing this beautiful monster at work, I’d rather be smack dab in Boston Coven territory than on Eros’ shit list.

Despite all that, I still wanted to play his twisted games.

I lifted the hem of the skirt I still wore and flashed him an inviting smirk as I spread my legs wide for him.

It was almost like I had a death wish or something.

Chapter thirty-eight

Once Bitten

Eros’darkeyespinnedme down to his bed, his face surprisingly expressionless as he watched me practically beg for him to take me.

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