Page 16 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Eros’ grave-deep purr skimmed down my spine, making my flesh prick in the wake of his heated breath. “Mmm, look out, Feral. We’ve riled our princess. We’ve got to be careful. Otherwise, she might start taking body parts. I’ve seen her do it, too. It’s hot as fuck, so long as you’re not on the receiving end of her wrath.”

Vincent slipped my leg from his shoulder, so it fell into the cradle of his left arm as he stood to his full height. My body stretched wider as he pressed forward, smashing me up against Eros’ cell bars until there wasn’t room to slip so much as a piece of paper between us.

This kind of proximity to Feral had always set my nerves on edge.

It still did.

But now, my resentment for the brutal vampire had all but ebbed away, leaving nothing but a ruthless hunger that demanded to be satiated.

“She wouldn’t dare,” he snickered, his chiseled jaw ticking under the weight of his diabolic smile. “I’ve seen how she looks at my dick. You heard her, how she was screaming for it in her sleep. But it’s going to fill so much more than your dreams, isn’t it, Princess?”

A silent moan latched in my chest, unable to escape. Maybe it was the fact that I was too stunned by Vincent’s sensually possessive right hand smoothing over my center before sinking two thick digits into my slick opening.

His pace was agonizing.

He held my stare, that signature arrogance of his etched plain on his face as he watched my mouth stretch wider open with every inch he fed me.

Enamored by his red eyes—which were still green around the rims of his irises—I couldn’t look away. Now that he’d dropped his mask, his naked adoration for me was too obvious. I could tell by the way his gaze dropped to watch my mouth as it opened in perfect unison with my stretching pussy. He then moved his attention to my glistening folds as my body took him in.

The moment I began to tremble around Vincent’s invasion, I felt the pressure of Eros’ index finger slipping into me from behind.

Three fingers.

Two men.

One pounding heart.

This was not what I imagined when I said that I wanted to be the bridge between these two.

But fucking hell, this was better.

They were using me in all the ways I wanted them to, together.

All that cliche shit I’d heard on TV was true. Teamwork really made the dream work.

Overwhelmed by the dual stretching sensation, I gripped Vincent’s forearm, his dark, root-like veins throbbing against me as I held him. It reminded me of action movies where there was always that emotional scene where one character would spear another with his sword. Then the dying character would grip the very arm that held the sword, giving his killer an aghast look before collapsing to the ground. Only instead of pulling the intrusion from me, I thrust Vincent’s arm toward me, penetrating myself until I thought I might totally shatter around him.

“Do I feel good?” I asked in a waif-thin whisper.

To my surprise, his lips tilted into a faint smile. “Good?”

There was a brief span of silence as he searched my eyes as if trying to find the right words. “I can feel everything inside you, from the frantic beat of your heart, the clench of your womanhood trying to hold on to me, to my own brother. ′Good′ doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“Oh...” I whimpered on an exhale, nearly moved to tears by the pleasure shimmering through me. Between them, wound tightly around them, I’d found a place that felt all my own. We could hardly tangle any tighter together, the three of us. The only way we could get closer was if...I steadied my breathing just long enough to squeeze out the request that had been on my mind for a while. “I need more. I can take more.”

I moved so that my thigh pushed against Vincent’s throbbing erection. I knew they wanted it, that they were both thinking it. “Please. I want you both.”

I took hold of Vincent’s shoulders, steadying myself as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, making me burn up with that white-hot fire that blazed behind his eyes. “Not tonight. I’m not changing my mind about that.”

“But you want to.”

His expression hardened. “You know I want to. I don’t trust myself yet, not until I become more familiar with my shifting abilities. It’s been over a decade since I’ve used them. I won’t come undone while I’m with you.”

“But I can handle you. Whatever you’ve got to give, I can take you. I know I can.”

His brow came to rest against mine, our sweat and frantic breaths intertwining as his eyes stared deep into mine. “Patience, little monster. I’ll give you all your filthy imagination has been dreaming of soon enough.”

“That’s a dangerous promise since you don’t know what I’ve imagined. What if it’s something really fucked up? What if it involves whips and chains and a mountain of banned German dungeon porn?” When my insides shook with Eros’ gruff chuckle, I added, “or Deathwish? Or Sterling and Corry? Or all three of them?”

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