Page 138 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Because you are ours,” Eros whispered into my ear. “And we’re yours. We won’t ever let you go. No one is going to take you from us, and that includes you. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Good,” Vincent snarled. “Once, you told me that you don’t belong to anyone. But that’s not true, is it? Not anymore. You belong to us.”

“I belong to you.Fuck!” My moan splintered into a gasp as Vin’s hand collared my throat.

“Say it,” Eros growled in my ear. “Say that you’re ours.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” I chanted. Over and over I chanted it, my mindless bleating falling in line with the pounding of Vin’s cock.

And I believed it. To my damn core, I believed it. I knew it was true. What Vincent had told me in that car the night at the gas station had been true, even though I’d refused to believe it then. He owned every drop of me, my blood, my sweat, my cum. All four of my princes did.

“Think you can take more, Princess?” My dark knight murmured, his tone softening.

“More? I think so…yes.”

Everything inside me shuddered and shook around Vincent’s invasion when I felt him shift inside me. Expanding. My jaw fell open with my moan. “What’s happening?”

“It’s called a knot, babygirl,” Eros answered, his lips planting a series of kisses on my throat. “Remember the toy Sterling used on you? The one with the bulge?”

Vin slowed his thrusts, allowing me to feel him swelling inside me. His cock locked into place as the lower end of his shaft swelled, trapping him inside me.

“My brother told me you took particular interest in the knotted toy. Lots of creatures from Fairie have them. Minotaurs, ogres, gargoyles, certain breeds of fae when we feel an inclination to shift. Mostly the more bestial creatures of my world have them. But you don’t have a problem fucking a monster, do you, Princess? Why should you when you’re half-monster yourself?”

Vincent arched forward, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Eros gave a devilish cackle when I threw my head back on his shoulder, crying out when Vin’s tongue flicked at the piercing. It didn’t hurt anymore. All that was left was a mind-blowing pleasure.

“Do you like them now?” Deathwish asked his den brother, a little bit of a sibling ‘I told you so’ lacing his voice. Vin didn’t answer verbally, but he didn’t need to. The way he suckled at my breast was answer enough.

Eros bit my neck right over his mark, and I screamed at the bliss-laced pain. He wasn’t tidy with it. He allowed my blood to leak everywhere. It dribbled down my breasts, staining my sunshine yellow dress with the sanguine sins of debauchery.

My mate’s animalistic growls against my flesh streaked down my spine along with the gush of blood. He removed his hands from my legs. The moment his fingers peeled off the milk-white flesh of my thighs, Vincent was there, holding me open.

“And to think, Princess. You thought we couldn’t work together.”

Eros wedged his hands beneath us, working to unbutton his fly. He pulled out his erection, and on the next thrum of my heart, his mass thumped heavily against the small of my back.

Unlatching his mouth from my shoulder, he ran his fingers over the bite wound, coating himself in my blood. Then his fingers dropped to my ass, and coated the little ring of muscle in my blood.

He was going to fuck my ass.

My breath hitched in my chest as he eased a finger in, testing the resistance of my body.

“Ah, shit. Her asshole is so hot and tight. I won’t be able to stop myself from taking her hard here. Blood won’t be enough lube.”

“She’s coated my cock in so much cream. Here.”

What happened next was almost enough to get me to cum right then. Vincent hissed as he slowly, achingly withdrew himself from me. I cried in hellish delight as the thickest part of him stretched me to the point where I thought I might shatter to pieces around him.

He pulled from my molten heat completely and slipped his dick underneath me. I felt not only the slide of his slick shaft, but Eros’ knuckles brushing my ass as his fingers closed in around Vin’s cock.

“Goddamn. You weren’t joking. She’s so wet.” He ran his hand down Vin’s erection, gathering my arousal on his fingertips and pressing my own cum inside my asshole. On my next, taut inhale, Vincent was back inside me, hellbent on his quest for release.

Eros’ dick, which was thankfully smaller than the current cock inside my pussy, nudged at my tighter hole.

“Don’t,” I said, my fake protest sounding pathetically weak. There was no more pretending with these two. It was no secret I was desperate to have them both inside me.

“That’s not the word you need to scream to get me to stop,” he crooned, his beard scraping against my flesh as he pressed his cheek to mine.

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