Page 48 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Pride.

“Your eyes are red,” he muttered. By some miracle, I could hear him over the commotion from above.

I took a step toward him, holding my claws out in front of me, flexing them. The strength that coursed through my limbs was so raw, every single nerve in my body lit up like a freaking Christmas tree.

“What else is different about me?”

My mate nodded at the marble bathtub. “Pick that up, and you’ll see. Use it to block the door.”

It sounded ridiculous. The marble tub had to weigh a few tons. But as I mulled over the notion, it didn’t feel like an impossible feat.

And if I could use the marble to barricade the exits, we’d be trapped. The smart thing to do would be to leave out the door the guards had left open for us.

But I didn’t want to run, not even when they’d served an exit to us on a silver platter.

There was something I had to settle with Vin, and it needed to happen now.

I approached the tub, and dug my claw-tipped fingers into the heavy stone, and pulled. It slid across the stage with ease. Next, I hauled it up into my arms and almost flung it over my shoulder with how light it was. Smashing it down onto the floor beside the stage, I cleaved the tub in two in a quaking clash, blood sploshing everywhere.

The crowd gasped, watching as I picked up both pieces and placed a chunk of the rock in front of each door into this room.

There was a possibility that the vampires would jump down from the balcony. Though I expected they wouldn’t dare enter this lion’s den, not after the carnage I’d just wreaked.

I turned toward Vincent, adjusting my crown on my head with a wild grin.

He let out a masculine sound that was all sex, and sat back on the bed, fisting his erection.

“There’s my Queen. Come sit on your throne, baby.”

I sauntered over to him, feeling sultry and powerful as fuck as I stepped over dead bodies, my flesh glittering with the blood of my enemies as I entered the halo of stage lights.

Pulling myself onto the bed, I crawled over to Vincent, whose back was now pressed against the headboard.

His gaze burned hot, banked with flecks of red and green as he watched me slide across the mattress as if I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Bleeding Gods, Little Monster.Lookat you.”

I licked my sneering lips. “I’m about to do much more than let you look.”

He groaned, the heady sound tickling my nipples with the rush of his breath, making them hard. “Fucking mount me, baby.”

I arched a brow at him and gripped his stony jaw, enjoying the way the tendons jumped in his throat when my claws scraped the flesh of his jugular. “Beg me.”

Those were two words from his own arsenal, and the expression he gave me when I tested them out on my own tongue was enough to make my sex turn molten, arousal dripping down my thigh.

His senses were heightened, just like mine. His pupils shrunk, and they darted down my leg where my feminine juices streaked a path to my knee. He gripped my inner thigh, his thumb sliding up to nestle against my opening, and tugged me gently toward him.

“Please,” He gritted on a dark purr. “Put me inside you.”

I chuckled, voice all gravel as I climbed into his lap. His fingers dug into my hips, his cock twitching eagerly against my center, beads of his pre-cum oozing from the slit.

As I slowly lowered myself onto his cock, my mate’s muscles clenched beneath me, bracing for me. But I paused with the tip of him just barely pressing against my folds.

He tried to push me down onto him, but I slid my clawed hand from his jaw to his throat, gripping him in the same way he’d done with me countless times now. His dark lashes fluttered, and his tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip.

“Are you listening to me, Feral?”

“Yeah, baby,” he growled, his cadence almost a moan.

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