Page 79 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

His jaw hitched and his dick twitched at the contact. “Ready?”

I nodded. Gripping the base of his cock, he pushed me down flat against the bed and crawled over me. Positioning his hips so the blunt head of him was right up against my entrance, my thighs fell open to take him.

“Bleeding Christ, you’re so wet for me,” he muttered in my ear, his growl tremulous with anticipation.

“Do it, please just do it.” At this point, with the blood of Corry and Vincent still running through my veins, I was going mad with a deep and instinctual need to screw.

At that moment, my heart damn near gave out when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the basement stairs.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Deathwish!” Vincent’s booming snarl carried down the staircase and through the door. There was a heavy thud on the door as he pounded on it, and the door handle jiggled as he tried to enter.

Still locked.

But for how much longer?

Before I could react, Eros slammed his hips into mine, shoving inside me.

The burn. The pain.

My eyes watered from the intensity and my mouth opened with a cry. But he slapped his hand over my mouth, smothering the sound before it could leave me.

“Ruby?” Vincent’s voice called to me from the other side of the door.

I whimpered against Eros’ hand as he eased out of me, then pushed back into me with an even deeper thrust.

The pain quickly morphed into blinding pleasure.

“That’s it, doll,” Eros rumbled soft and sweet in my ear, the cadence of his praise a stark contrast to the sharp jab of his hips as he fucked into me. “You take me so damn good. Your cunt feels perfect. Like it’s meant to bemine.”

The sensation was mind-blowing. It was painful, it felt like I was being cleaved in half by the huge cock my body was struggling to fit. But it was also so damn good I could cry from the bliss of it. And the lewd and shameful pleasure of it all was just pushed higher yet, knowing that the timer would be up any minute now. Then Feral would burst in and see me spread open, taking his rival’s cock.

“I can hear you, asshole,” Feral shouted through the door. “I can hear you taking what belongs to me. Count yourself lucky you like pain you twisted fuck, because I’m going to make you bleed for hurting her.”

It was Feral’s words that seemed to make Eros snap. I could practically see the shaky control behind his blood-red eyes crumble to pieces. His pupils blew up, and his nostrils flared. He let out a possessive hiss, like an animal protecting his kill from another predator. His fevered thrusts became harder, punching into me without mercy.

It was too much.

I opened my mouth to use my safeword but his palm kept my mouth covered so Vincent wouldn’t hear us.

Fear lurked up from my throat, making my lungs squeeze. I felt my fangs push through my gums and before I could think twice, I bit his hand.

He reeled back, snarling at me with his own fangs extended. I opened my mouth to shout for mercy but before I could, a ragged scream left me instead as he lurched forward and bit down on my shoulder hard.

No!

The most intense, scorching fire filled my body as I felt my feral lover, mad with possessive lust, make the claiming bite.

He was marking me.

My whole body went rigid and I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to push past the burning pain of the claiming bite. I ground my teeth so hard, I tasted the coppery tang of my blood filling my mouth.

I didn’t have to look at him to feel Eros’ energy shift the second he’d made the claiming mark. Like his monstrous instincts had been doused by my scream of pain. He withdrew from my body, his fangs and his cock slipping out from me.

“You didn’t mean to do that… Did you?” His voice shook dangerously, fraught with panic. He didn’t even sound like himself.

I couldn’t even speak, the pain was so excruciating. What was he talking about? What did he mean? He was the one who marked me after he said he wouldn’t.

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