Page 15 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“How’s he feel, doll?” the dark devil on my shoulder rasped.

My body shook in the prince’s hands, and all I could push out was an obscene moan.

“That sounds like high praise, doesn’t it, Feral?”

Vincent grunted his agreement into my folds, making my spine surge off the bars.

“Bloody hell!Oh!Vin! Eros!” Their names came out in a low and lustful whine. “I’m so close. I need someone inside me,now. I don’t care who!”

Vincent sat back on his heels. He wiped my juices from his mouth as his line of sight moved to the vampire behind me. A slow and malevolent smile curved his lips. I tilted my head, and my heart lurched when I registered Deathwish wearing the same wolfish grin.

Eros dropped one of my legs, and I hooked it over Vincent’s shoulder to catch my balance. A second later, his free hand cupped my rear, fingertips wedging between my ass cheeks as Vin’s traced my opening with his own.

“How about you take us both?” The sadist in my ear hissed as he prodded my back entrance.

A ball of trepidation knotted in my abdomen, but I was so wrapped up in my own lust, I didn’t care. All reason had been sucked out of me, from my veins by Eros or my vagina from Vincent, I wasn’t sure.

I gave a sloppy, eager nod.

My sweet sadist leaned close, his lips nuzzling the shell of my ear. “Your heart’s beating so fast. I can practically hear your blood roaring through that perfect pussy of yours. You’ve been wanting this—two of us at once—haven’t you?”

A sultry sound that was more animal than human bled from me.

“Fucking Christ. Look at her, Feral. I didn’t even know females could get this worked up. I wonder how many times she’ll touch herself to the memory of her pinned between us?”

My purr caught in my throat, and my arousal was so pungent now that the cloying scent hung heavy in the air. It drove us all into a frenzy.

“Bite her,” Eros instructed the vampire crouched before me. “But don’t drink. We take any more blood from her, she might pass out. I want her conscious so she can remember this.”

Before I could say anything, Vincent took the command from his brother with no argument and slammed his fangs down on my inner thigh, barely more than an inch from where his index finger was poised and ready to spear me.

I thrashed in my precarious position, my leg wobbling where it was slung over Eros’ arm and my other jerking, toes curling against the clusters of muscles in Vin’s back.

He had to be starving. Even though the half-fae, half-vampire had fed on me in the van, he had taken little of my blood. I marveled at his control as he unlatched from me just as soon as he had made the bite. My blood gushed from his lips and dribbled down the juncture of my core. Eros held his hand beneath me and caught the liquid as it dripped into his palm.

There wasn’t so much as a hairsbreadth left untouched by him as he slipped his bloody fingers through my folds, all the way to the ring of muscle in the back.

“Blood makes for terrible lube, but desperate times call for desperate measures, doesn’t it, fuck doll?”

Chapter six

The Bridge Between

Morbidcuriositywoundthroughme as I wondered what story lay behind Eros’ discovery of blood making terrible lube. Then again, he was a male known for his deviance even among vampires, so I wasn’t exactly surprised.

Eros’ finger circled the perimeter of my asshole, coating it in my own life essence. He hadn’t penetrated me yet, and it was driving me to the edge of insanity.

Vincent was being just as big of a tease as his brother. He ran his fingers through my folds, then held my gaze as he raised his arousal coated digits to his lips and popped them into his mouth.

When my flavor hit his tongue, he let out a throaty and masculine groan. “Her pussy tastes so goddamn good.”

“Yeah?” Eros gritted.

These two were getting way too much satisfaction from watching me twist and squirm with need. And I was way past the point of feeling embarrassed for being so bloody horny. “Just fuck me, damn it!”

I pushed my body back toward Eros, angling my hips in an attempt to penetrate myself on his finger. A frustrated snarl rose from my chest as my back hit the bars, preventing me from spearing myself onto him.

“Now!”

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