Page 75 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

“Eros, don’t! Corry is already pissed off at me, don’t send that to him.”

The vampire’s grin stretched wider. “It’s not Corry I’m speaking to. You said you wanted to piss off Feral. This is way better than wearing my hoodie.”

Oh.

Fucking.

God.

Everything in me went cold, then hot again as the phone made the beeping sound it made when a text had been sent.

I couldn’t even imagine the kind of reaction Feral was going to have when he laid eyes on that text. I did want to piss him off, but this was going to make him come down like a bomb on the whole basement. His wrath was going to be explosive, and fuck me, why did that make me so damn wet? Eros must have scented how hot his power move had made me because his eyes went blood red and his lips peeled to reveal his dropped fangs. His hand went back under my skirt, caressing my thigh as it slowly made its ascent up to my soaking seam.

Then his phone rang. It lit up, vibrating on the workbench where he’d left it. The display lit up with the name ‘The Feral Fuckin Asshole.’

He reached for the phone with one hand and with his other, he slipped a finger into my panties. Just as he picked up the phone and held it to his ear, he slowly sunk a finger inside me, earning him a swollen moan.

“Hey, Feral. Guess what I’m doing right now.”

Chapter thirty-seven

A Dangerous Game

WhenIhaddecidedto come back to the mansion with Vincent and consider this whole vampire princess thing as a serious possibility, I had spent a lot of the car ride trying to imagine what my life in the coven would be like. Not for one damn second could I have imagined getting mixed up with these princes would have involved being strapped to a torturer’s bench in the basement, getting finger fucked by a dangerous sadist with the body of a Nordic god, right after we’d killed a man together.

Nope, this was not how I’d thought this evening was going to go. But here I was, cuffed to a rack of torture tools with my legs spread and my tits completely bare. Eros stood between my legs, still wearing latex gloves like he was conducting some kind of science experiment with his finger slowly stroking my insides. His other hand pressed his cell to his ear, his face wearing a cool expression as Feral issued death threats on the other end.

It amazed me, the way Eros’ eyes held mine, the reflecting of the furnace fire dancing in his darkly sensual gaze. How he kept calm in spite of Feral in his ear, threatening him with obscene and creative threats, all of which only made Eros’ lips curve with smug amusement.

“Let her go, Deathwish. End your fucked up game now, and maybe I won’t come down there and make your intestines into my new hand wraps.”

“As fun as it would be to see you try, you’re going to have to wait. It’s sun up. The door is locked. You’re not getting in and she’s not getting out.”

“The second it opens, I swear—”

Just then, Eros curled the tip of his finger inside me, hitting a sensitive spot that made my knees weak and my lower belly twist. I tried to bite back my moan but it only made a miserable little whine dribble past my lips.

The line on the other end went dead quiet for a few intense seconds, the only sound that filled the space being the embarrassing noises coming from beneath my skirt.

“Let me talk to her,” Feral said, his choked growl making my heart squeeze. Maybe it was just my scrambled brain, which was currently getting blown by Eros’ fingers, but Feral actually sounded worried.

“She’s kind of busy right now.”

“I want to know she’s okay.”

Eros’ eyes narrowed into slits, his brow piercings gleaming in the orange firelight as a mischievous thought flashed over his face.

He set the phone down, jabbed the speaker button, and withdrew his finger from me. “She’s here. Talk. Make it fast because I tend to get tired of your voice pretty damn quick.”

“Ruby,” Vincent gritted, my name on his tongue laced with emotions that made my chest squeeze. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” I panted on a shattered breath. “I’m fine.”

“Why the fuck did you go down there? I can’t come and get you until sunset.”

“No one’s asking you to save me, I’m not some princess in distress,” I said, trying to keep the worry out of my tone as Eros plucked a set of crude sheers from beside my head. He pushed the hem of my skirt up around my hips and my heart spiked as I felt the cold bite of steel against my opening as he slid the crotch of my panties between the sheers and sliced them off.

He pulled the shredded lace off me with a swift yank. “Open wide, doll,” he muttered through a wicked grin that lit up with the flames dancing in his eyes.

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