Page 13 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Goosebumps broke out on my skin.

There were a hundred things I could have asked of him. Like if he was being honest about my mom. But there was something else I wanted to be sure of before I bothered tackling the mess of other problems and secrets that tonight had brought to the light.

“Did you mean what you said back in the factory, before you got shot? Did you really mean it?”

That dark and esoteric emotion I’d seen in his crimson orbs from the first moment I saw him had no name before. Or at least,Ididn’t have a name for it then. How could I, when I’d never been loved before?

“I meant it, Ruby. In every capacity that my broken heart is capable of.”

“Then say it. I want to hear you say it again.”

“I love you.”

The first time he’d told me he loved me, he’d spoken it like a sinner’s confession to a priest. Now there was a new quality in his voice, uttered like a martyr’s mantra.

“Shall I seal my oath with a kiss?”

When I gave him an eager nod, he moved to get to his feet, but I pushed down on his shoulder, keeping him on his knees.

“On my other lips, Feral.”

Chapter five

Sinful Distractions

WhatamIdoing?

Did I really just tell Vincent Feral to go down on me? It’s not like this would be the first time he’d eaten me out...But circumstances were a tad different now. We were currently in the custody of the Boston Coven, locked in the bowels of their headquarters. Anything we did, Eros would see through his cell bars, and God knows who else with any video surveillance they might have down here.

Talk about a new level of fucked up.

And it made me so damn horny, I didn’t care about any of that.

Right now, I needed a way to suppress my nerves about our situation. We were prisoners at the mercy of an evil coven that wanted us dead, and was willing to bring back the most destructive force this world had ever known just to make that happen.

Corry and Sterling had to be on their way to help us with no reinforcements behind them if the Elders had anything to say about it. Then there was my mother, who could be anyone, anywhere. And still, I couldn’t get Dagon completely out of my head. How could I when I’d just discovered that I had a brother who wanted to sacrifice me all for the sake of becoming king?

I needed a distraction. And what better way to occupy my mind than by giving my body to these two devastatingly gorgeous males?

I swallowed thickly, trying to stuff down the ball of anxious excitement rising in my throat. Whenever I forced my human nature to the back seat and let my vampiric urges drive, crazy things happened. Like ripping off heads, making dangerous alpha males submit to me, hatching political plots, ordering Feral to tongue fuck me while his brother watched.

Even though I still didn’t completely trust the part of myself I inherited from my father, I needed her. Without her strength, I was just the little naïve human who couldn’t survive as the plaything to these feral vampires. With her, they weremyplaythings.

My fingers knotted in Vincent’s raven locks, and I gave his head a slight tug toward my groin, silently asking for the patronage of his mouth.

He looked up at me, his edacious eyes burning with something that made a shiver skip down my spine. “My leech of a brother has taken a lot of blood from you, Princess. You need rest. Dawn is coming.”

Eros withdrew his fangs from my wrist and tenderly kissed the place he had bitten, watching as the puncture site knitted together before placing my hand back at my side. “I paced myself. She should be fine.”

He wiped his mouth clean with a swipe of his arm, smearing the wiry blond hairs of his beard with red.

“So go on, Feral,” he said with a raspy chuckle that tickled the back of my neck. “Your future Queen just gave you an order. Or can you not perform with an audience?”

Caught between them, I felt the scorch of Vincent’s glare as the sanguine pools of his eyes sparked with fire. Eros had thrown down a challenge, daring him to please me with an audience at my back.

Maybe this blessing of his—disguised as a taunt—was a selfless gesture, and my mate wanted to see me blow off some steam. Maybe my blood had given his libido a sudden spike. Or maybe he truly wanted to watch me with another man. Eros didn’t have the same relationship with jealousy as his fae brother. Still, his sudden willingness to share took me by surprise.

I wasn’t sure if it was the sudden blood loss or the fact that I was naked and pressed between two virile creatures who wanted to consume me in every sense of the word, but my knees went weak, and I swayed dangerously.

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