Page 52 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

So I bit him. My fangs sunk into his skin like a hot knife through butter. The gush of liquid—cooler than blood probably should have been—gushed into my mouth. I let out a moan against his flesh, and he let out a noise that had the hybrid of a chuckle and a husky growl.

“Gentle, Red.” One hand cupped my head, holding my mouth to his neck and his other grasped my thigh, fingers biting into my flesh.

The last thing I wanted to be was to be gentle. His blood was like a drug, one that drove my senses into a mad frenzy. I sucked on him, unable to get enough of the delicious liquid into my mouth. Despite how cool the black blood was, it made my entire body hot and feverish.

I needed more,more.

I began to writhe against him, grinding up against the erection contained in his jeans.

“Red, ease up, babe…” Corry groaned in half pleasure, half pain.

I did not ease up, though. I didn’t know how. I didn’t want to. I could hear his words, but it was like my brain was holding all messages until I’d gotten what I needed.

“Ruby!” Corry’s hand against my head turned mean. He snatched a fist onto a thick lock of my hair and yanked my head away from him, jerking me off his neck. I snarled at him, blood streaming down my mouth and dripping onto my breasts.

Both our chests were heaving. He looked pissed but even more turned on if that was even a thing. Thomas Knight’s progeny were teaching me that yes, being horny and filled with rage were very normal things around the vampire royalty.

Corry’s lips parted, revealing dazzling fangs that dripped with his own saliva. “My turn.”

His fingers clamped down tight on my arm, and he wrenched me off the bike. He pressed my back against the gas pump, grabbed hold of one of my legs, and propped it up on the bike with the other planted on the ground.

Then he fell to his knees and ripped the rest of my dress down the middle. My cry of shock was replaced with a swollen whimper as the youngblood trailed his tongue and teeth from my knee up to my inner thigh.

By the stroke of his tongue and the predatorial glint in his eye, I had a feeling Corry Cross was going to do much more to my body than bite me.

Chapter twenty-six

Fangs in the Thigh, Knife in the Back

ItwitchedagainstCorry’smouth, my heart thundering hard in my chest when his tongue paused at the base of my leg, mere inches from my core.

He looked up at me, and my panties damn near melted seeing him on his knees, his red eyes framed by his brunette hair that had come undone from the gel in the rain. Inky blood soaked the color of his shirt, but the puncture wounds where I’d bitten him had already healed. He held eye contact as his tongue dragged over the flesh of my inner thigh. His lips curved up in a devious grin when my breathing turned sharp.

“There is a major artery here. I’ve always wanted to try feeding from here.”

“Is it going to leave a scar?” I asked on a shaky whisper.

He frowned. “Only mating marks leave scars. But fuck, I wish I could mark you. Any time you’d take a lover, they’d see that I was here first.”

Without any further warning, he sunk his fangs into my thigh, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to cover my scream.

This should have felt wrong. Here I was, leaning against a gas pump, standing in nothing but a bra and panties, with a guy’s jacket on, the shredded off remains of my dress at my feet and a vampire buried between my legs. Not to mention the headless prick who still lay beyond the ring of light we stood under, the mess I’d created shrouded by the night and the downpour of rain.

But it didn’t feel wrong. It felt…good. I hated just how good, in fact. It’s just like how I killed Malachite without really thinking. Like my instincts were in the driver’s seat, not me. Now with Corry, my instincts were still the ones in charge, making my core grow hot and wet with need.

Sensing my hunger, Corry’s hands gripped my thighs so hard I knew he’d leave bruises. As his lips suckled at my flesh, he grazed his knuckles over my sex, which was still wrapped in lace. My knees began to wobble, and I leaned against the gas pump for support as he pushed the crotch of the panties to the side and slid a finger through my arousal.

“Christ,”I muttered, dazed and drunk from the sensation.

Corry unlatched from my thigh and glanced up at me, his jaw ticked, his lips dripping. “He’s not here. Try again.” Then he sunk a finger inside me, so slowly it was torture.

“Fuck,Corry!” I panted, clenching around him as he pushed inside all the way up to his knuckle.

“That’s better,” he crooned through a bloodied grin as he stroked me from the inside like it was a carnal praise.

The pleasure of his body inside mine was mind-blowing. How could a single finger bring me to the edge of complete bliss?

The walls of my sex clamped down onto the invading digit, shuddering for more. Almost like he could read my damn mind, he pushed a second finger into me. My core was dripping, making it easy for him to slip in and out as he pushed me higher and higher toward something incredible. I’d touched myself before, but it was never like this, not anywhere in the same universe.

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