Page 62 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Look at her squirm,” Eros commented on a gravelly groan from the driver’s seat. “She gets so turned on when she thinks she’s in trouble. She wet?”

Sterling’s face finally broke, the corner of his mouth spreading into a slow, sly smirk. “Sopping.”

He extracted his fingers from me and held them up, so the lights from the car behind us lit them up. They were so soaked, a string of the liquid oozed down.

Sterling moved so fast that I barely followed the blur of his hand. He grasped the collar of Erik’s shirt and yanked on it, the first three buttons popping off. He did it so quickly that my arousal dribbled from his fingers to drizzle over my bare breasts.

“That’s not all you, love,” he said, staring through me with an impish smile. “See how it’s thick and smells electric as if it’s from a thunderstorm?” He rubbed his fingers coated in the heady substance together. “Fae seed.”

Lava coursed through my veins, my skin blazing red-hot. “S–so you’re not mad that I killed Sharpe?”

Sterling’s expression softened, his moonstone eyes churning with a storm of emotion. “I’m not telling you that I’m glad for it. But he betrayed us. And he knew too much about our security, our defenses, and our weak points. He needed to die. Though, this will present a problem with the council. They do not yet know of his betrayal, and to hear that you performed an unauthorized execution...This may affect their decision to make you queen.”

Unease roiled low in my belly. In my replay of what had transpired at the BC headquarters, I hadn’t recounted the conversation I’d had with Eros and Vin in our cell. And if Eros had told his brothers about my plan to be queen and overthrow the Elders, Sterling would have said something.

I needed to tell Sterling and Corry. If my bat-shit crazy plan was going to work, I’d need all four princes backing me.

But now wasn’t the time.

“Call for an emergency meeting. I’ll tell them everything that’s happened. I’ll take responsibility for what I’ve done. But before we meet with them, I want to speak with you and Cor about something.” My voice dropped to a husky purr as I took Sterling by the wrist and licked his fingers clean. “For now, can’t we just enjoy one another? Celebrate the fact that we’re alive? Well, mostly anyway.”

Sterling’s lips pursed with thought. Then a silk-soft purr rolled from his chest as he sensually hooked his fingers inside my mouth, tugging my head up to meet his. He slipped himself from my lips, only to cover them with his own mouth in a searing kiss.

His hand wedged back to my center, entering me once more. When he hit that hidden spot that had me crying in pleasure, my spine arched off the car seat. “You, my dear, are an insatiable little minx. So beautiful, just laying there, taking me. You’re not as fragile as you look. Beneath the surface is an exotic, lust-driven she-devil. One who it takes four monstrous males to slake.”

My only response was a rasp of a moan, my nerves on fire from the way he worked me into knots on the crook of two fingers. Bloody freakingfuck.I wanted his cock. I threw my leg around his waist and tried to lure his pelvis close to mine, but once Sterling’s mind was made, there was no changing it.

There would be no more dick for me tonight.

I thrust myself down on his fingers, angry that there wasn’t more girth there but happy for the friction all the same. I felt like a wild animal, nothing but a pent-up ball of instincts, and the only way I could find my way back to sanity was at the beckon of Sterling’s fingers.

His hand fucked me so perfectly, the apple of his palm grinding against my clit. I gaped up at the gorgeous specimen of a male, not a bead of sweat or the throb of a vein to indicate that he was exhausting so much as a shred of stamina.

“Text the council, Corry,” the eldest prince instructed his brother without pulling focus from me. “Tell them about Dagon and Sharpe’s betrayal, but be light on the details. We’ll fill them in when they get here.”

In my periphery, I saw Corry nod. It took him longer to tap out that text than it probably should have, with his attention often wandering to the cradle of my thighs where Sterling pumped into me. My walls clenched tight around him, holding onto the male as if my body needed him to live.

“Bleeding Christ,” the priest muttered on a masculine sound that had my heart squeezing in solidarity with my filled sex. “You’re so tight. So wet and eager for me. I can barely keep my hands off you.”

“So why can’t I touch her?” Corry snorted, glancing up from his cell for the dozenth time.

“Because Sterling has more control in his one pinky than you have in your whole damn body, Youngblood,” Eros snickered. “She needs someone gentle. And with the way she smells right now, I don’t think anyone but Ster could be delicate with that pussy.”

“Sterling.” His name bled from my mouth like something filthy. “When are you going to claim me as your bonded mate? I did as you said.” Turning my head, I exposed the side of my neck to him, which was flawless and felt stark without the bite scars of my mates. “I’ve kept this part of me bare for you. No one else gets to bite me here. It’s yours.”

My mark on the priest’s throat twitched as his Adam’s apple made an enticing descent down his throat with a thick swallow. “That’s right, love. It is mine.”

He bent down, draping his lithe frame over me, and brushed his lips to the collar of bruises Vin had left. Gooseflesh tore out over my skin as his breath washed over me like a cool summer night’s breeze.

Eros sucked in a breath, a rattling growl rumbling from his chest. “You put dibs on her throat? And I’d pegged you for the sharing type, brother.”

“Oh, I’m more than willing to share. Other parts of her that is...” His free hand joined his lips on my throat, slender fingers curving so gently around the ring of bruises Vincent had left. “But this part of her belongs tome. Now, be a good girl and come for me, love.”

A shiver rushed down my spine, and I cried Corry’s name on a gasp, begging for his hands on me. I craned my neck, head tilting in his lap to catch his eyes. His irises had bled red, with only a thin ring of blue around the rims.

“Please, Sterling. Let him touch me. He won’t lose control. I trust him.”

“Very well. Be tender with her,” the priest advised his brother, an edge of warning in his cadence.

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