Page 53 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“More,” I groaned.

A heated grin jerked the corners of his mouth. “I could give you so much more.” He withdrew his fingers and licked my arousal clean from them.

I didn’t need to be good at puzzles to sort out what he meant. One of his hands was still hooked into my panties, keeping them pulled to the side, but his other dropped to grip his erection from the outside of his jeans.

He’d said he wouldn’t take my virginity, and I knew if I turned him down, he’d drop the idea. But damn, I wanted him to take me. After tonight, I’d never see him again. I wanted it to be him.

“You won’t be marking me as your mate or whatever?”

“Only if I bite you again while I’m inside you, Red.”

“How do I know you won’t?”

His gaze softened, and some of the blue even returned to his eyes. Even before he reassured me, I knew he wouldn’t. Not if I didn’t want him to. “I don’t think it would be so bad for you to carry my mark. It could ward off other males, weak ones anyway. But I made a promise, not only to you but to my brothers. Only the king gets to claim you. And since you plan on running off, well, it won’t be my right either way.”

I gave a thick swallow and nodded. “Alright.”

He canted his head, his stupidly sexy smile, complete with his dimple, stretched wide. “Alright, as in…?”

My eyelids fluttered shut, heavy and delirious, with the swell of lust taking over me. “As in, I want you to fuck me, Youngblood.”

I shivered in euphoria as his lips planted a kiss to where he’d bitten me, and he pushed my panties back into place. “Music to my ears, babe.”

He pushed to his feet and pulled me in for a soul-consuming kiss that demanded my attention. Then he guided me back to the bike and bent me over it. I peered over my shoulder to watch him as he examined me for a second. He pushed my stance wide with his feet, his hands caressing the backs of my thighs then curving over my ass.

My belly tingled, the muscles in my thighs clenched, and my spine arched. A thick growl rattled from my chest, and Corry returned it with one of his own.

“Fuuuck, if you could only see you right now, Ruby. You look so goddamn gorgeous bent over my bike, ready to take me. And your scent is so goddamn good. Like your body is begging me to take you.”

I wiggled my hips, grinding into him. His cock throbbed against me, and an animalistic growl grew deeper, guttural. My skin prickled as he arched over me, pressing me into the leather seat of the Ninja, making my heart pound hard against the bike.

“Ready?” he gritted into my ear, his fingers slipping back into my panties.

I opened my mouth to give him my answer, but bright headlights from the road brought everything to a screeching halt.

My mind blanked out like it didn’t know what to do. Run? Stay here and let the car drive past and hope they didn’t notice? It’s not like anyone would notice the headless corpse unless they turned into the gas station.

My heart damn near dropped to my ankles when that’s exactly what they did. The car pulled into the parking lot, the lights blinding me. I straightened, pulling the jacket tight over my body in an attempt to cover myself.

Oh, God. Corry couldn’t mesmerize people. We were going to go to jail for murder. Or he would just be compelled to kill them for what they were about to witness. Corry swore under his breath. “Shit, I didn’t think he’d get here this fast.”

I blinked, trying to understand what was going on here. The car came to a halt, and the door opened, the figure of a man stepping out.

I couldn’t see him through the downpour of rain combined with the bright headlights shining right in our eyes, but the voice that called out to us turned the freezing fear in my veins to molten rage.

“Get in the fucking car, Princess.”

Chapter twenty-seven

Good Little Monster

“Youfuckingbastard!”Ilunged at Corry, tears of rage stinging my eyes like acid. But Vincent was already between us, his dark hair plastered down from the rain and his white shirt clinging to his heaving chest.

“Knock it off,” he ordered, his booming snarl oozing with authority. His dark glare flickered between us and settled on me through the rain. “Your instincts have been awakened tonight, Princess. They’re out of whack. If I let you near Corry right now he might just end up like that poor bastard,” he nodded toward Mal’s headless body.

“Fucking good!” I seethed, fists balling at my sides. “He lied to me. We had a deal and he stabbed me in the back!”

Corry stood behind his brother with his hands in his pockets, unflinching. “That’s right. Your body for my bike. You held up your end and I plan on holding up mine. You can have it. Just don’t expect to be allowed to leave coven grounds with it anytime soon.”

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