Page 51 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“You don’t get to act like you don’t want me because we both know you do. I can scent your arousal. It’s so strong we’re lucky for the rain. Otherwise, it might attract other vamps in the area.”

I hated how right he was. I wanted him so bad it fucking hurt. Everything in my body was twisted into tight, aching knots, begging me for release. The pool of need swirling low in my belly was almost enough to pull my mind from the latest worry.Almost.

Whether it was because there was a traitor among the Elders or another reason, the Boston Coven knew about me. They’d sent their goons after me. I wondered if they’d leave me alone after I decided to abandon the crown. Something told me it wouldn’t be that easy.

Then there was my father. According to Malachite and Allister, he’d taken his own life.

Why? What would compel an unfeeling monster like him to take his own life?

All my thoughts of Thomas Knight and the Boston Coven disintegrated when Corry pulled out his cell phone.

“What are you doing?” my voice splintered with panic.

His thumbs paused mid-text. “Just texting Sharpe back. He asked us brothers if anyone had remembered to give you your pills to sate your vampiric abilities.”

Corry glanced back at the headless Malachite and chuckled. “Lucky for us, I don’t think the pills are really doing a good job.”

“I thought they were just to quench my bloodthirst.”

“They are.” He shoved the cell back into his pocket and sat down on the bike, with his back facing the handlebars and his face just inches from mine. The curve of the leather seat cradled us together, so we were practically in each other’s laps. We were so close I was sure he could feel the heat of my blazing cheeks on his cool ones.

Reaching up, this thumb stroked along my bottom lip. Then it slipped into my mouth to feel the fangs that had miraculously appeared in the panic to protect myself.

“They’re also supposed to prevent you from dropping your fangs. A fat lot of good that did. But I’m pretty damn happy the pills failed to work. Looks like you took my advice and just trusted your instincts to protect yourself.”

Now that I was coming down from the adrenaline rush that had swept over my whole body, I began to tremble against Corry. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against him. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re fine, Red.” He stroked my hair with calm, soothing motions and his voice dropped to a quiet hum as he comforted me. “You’re more than fine, actually. You’re damn near perfect.”

Despite how fucked up this whole night was, how shook up my nerves were, I managed a laugh.

He pulled back with a perplexed look on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m not perfect. I’m filthy. I’m covered in another vampire’s blood and half-naked.”

“Hey, in our world, we just call that foreplay, babe.” Corry’s eyes lit up with a cock-sure smirk. “So you figured out how to drop your fangs. The baby vampire is taking her first steps. Tell me, how do you feel now that you’ve had your first taste of blood?”

I thought about it for a second before answering. “Pissed off and horny.”

“Those are common side effects to having vampire blood. If it makes you feel better, you can unwind some of that tension on me.”

“What do you mean?”

He tilted his head to expose his neck to me, his smug and sexy smirk still plastered on his face. “Bite me, Red. You know you want to. You’ve been drooling over me all night.”

My mind blanched for a second as I stared at the pale flesh wrapping his throat. There was no pulse, but the urge to bite him was still strong, almost like my primal instincts could detect the flow of blood there.

I chewed my lip, unable to look away. “I thought you were supposed to be biting me… That was the deal for the bike.”

“That is the deal. But this isn’t going to be any fun for me if you’re not enjoying yourself, Red. So go on. Don’t you want to wash the taste of that rapey asshole out of your mouth?”

Mal’s blood had been disgusting. It tasted like how I imagined the flavor of freshly paved asphalt after a heavy rain. Corry, on the other hand, had a spicy, masculine scent that made my mouth water.

In spite of the fact that whatever was about to go down between us was a result of the seedy trade we’d made for his bike in exchange for him to do whatever he wanted to me, I still felt safe with Corry. It felt like he cared.

And I was going to feel bad for leaving him after all this, especially after he told me that he thought my father had turned him for me.

As much as I liked Corry, it didn’t change any of the facts. I had to get out of here.

So this would be a bitter goodbye. Might as well make it as sweet as we could before it was over.

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