Page 71 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

I pulled his shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor at my feet. There were few things more erotic than seeing my guys’ reactions to my bare body. Corry’s was particularly satisfying, with the way his eyes instantly bled red and his fangs shot from his gums so loud I would swear I heard them slice the air.

“You’ll be able to do a lot more to me than that, Youngblood.”

Chapter twenty-eight

Okay to Both

Mypulselaunchedintorocket speed as Corry followed me into the large, marbled bathroom of my bedroom suite. The moment he passed through the door frame, my heart swelled in my chest to the point of pain. What the—Holy crap...was this...?Nerves?

The prospect of being nervous about claiming Corry was almost laughable, considering the circumstances. It wasn’t like I was the same blushing virgin I’d been weeks ago. I had lost my virginity to a male nicknamed Deathwish in a torture chamber filled with sinister tools, ropes, and safe words in case depravity crept too far from the path of caution.

I’d made love to the man my father had made his obsession.

And the cherry on the cake was when I fucked Vincent in front of hundreds of our enemies, on a stage built for supernatural exhibitionists. I rode him in a pool of sweat and blood as he shifted into something otherworldly, all while balls deep inside me.

I had gone from a naïve virgin to some sort of sex daredevil at warp speed. A velocity that would have the cast ofStar Trekreeling.

This was Corry we were talking about. Sweet, charming, gentle Corry. Yes, he had an unpredictable bloodthirst, but that didn’t worry me in the slightest. I wanted him to bite me, to unleash what he’d been holding back all this time. This was the guy who had it bad for me. I knew that much by how he looked at me. He hadn’t been pushy with his need for me, either. He’d reigned back both facets of his lust simply because it hadn’t been the right time.

Now was the time. I knew it deep in the marrow of my bones, winding through my core until I was practically shaking with anticipation.

Maybe my sudden bout of stage-fright was all because this was Corry. He didn’t lure out that tough-skinned warrior queen inside me, not like the others did. He appealed to that small, human girl who had never had a friend before coming here. Who never got a birthday present from a boy. Who never went out for fast food burgers or roller skating. Not before him. Sure, my V-card was long gone by now, but I almost felt like a virgin all over again, nervous and excited, and it left me feeling incredibly...human.

My brain scrambled to collect my nerves, which scattered like marbles as the male lounged against the frame of the bathroom door, his demeanor oozing sex as he flipped the light switch with the crook of his elbow. The lights kicked on, washing the marble paneled room in a lustful red light.

My jaw went slack when my gaze briefly flicked to the red light bulbs mounted over the vanity. With the moon slicing through the small window that was now unshuttered over the toilet, I hadn’t needed to turn the lights on. And now, I was kind of glad I hadn’t bothered with them. Otherwise, it would have spoiled the surprise. Part of Corry’s “birthday surprise” must have included him sneaking back in to swap the sterile fluorescents out with something more erotic in preparation for our shower.

Oh, for the love of blood and Satan. Corry Cross was a fucking vision in red. And he knew it too, with how his lips quirked into a cocky grin as he slowly stripped out of his clothes, his achingly slow pace suggesting he was getting paid by the hour for this shit.

The shirt went off first, lean muscles bunching beneath smooth skin and the veins in his muscles shifting as he set to peeling off his jeans.

“Your heart’s beating so fast,” he muttered on a groan, as if my nerves going to shit at the sight of his chiseled nakedness was the most erotic thing he’d ever bore witness to.

I backed away from him, my bare ass hitting the marble bathroom vanity a cool kiss against my skin. My brain was barely more than sludge as it tried to comprehend the reality where this gorgeous man was about to wash me just so he could get me filthy all over again.

His bright and bloody eyes swept down the length of my body like he was looking at a fold-out in one of thosePlayboysI’d seen up in his room. The grin on his face was gone on the next beat when his perception zeroed in on how my legs shook beneath me.

A slithering growl rumbled up from his throat, and I had to grip the sink to keep myself upright. The dark entity inside me responded mostly to Vincent and Sterling, but she was definitely greasing the wheels to prepare for Corry’s visit.

“You’re trembling,” he chuckled, the sound as rough as it was mirthful. “I haven’t even entered you yet, and you’re already shaking?”

I couldn’t make myself answer. I wasn’t sure if it was the invisible fist wedged in my throat or my brain’s inability to focus on anything except his rippling abdominal muscles. Not to mention that divine dusting of hair that stretched down between the defined V of his hips.

When he finally kicked off his jeans, my lungs emptied on a feminine whimper.

Oh. His thick cock hung heavy against his thigh, already dripping with a pearl of pre-cum. Holy shit. This was the first time I’d seen this part of him, and I wasn’t really sure why I hadn’t figured out the gift God had bestowed to this man from the sheer size of it.

Part of me hated the idea of comparing the size of my men to one another. On the flip side of that coin, the manic vampiress inside me was giddy with the prospect of having enough dicks to line up and measure like my own collection of toys. Maybe I couldn’t resist taking inventory in this particular area because sex toys were something I hadn’t had access to in my bedroom prison. But with four mates, who needed sex toys? Especially when there was such a variation between them.

“I feel like congratulations are in order, Cor.” I nodded to his dick, which was so heavy it could barely stand up on its own even with a full hard-on. There was no contest against Vin’s full fae form, unless one of the guys was half-ogre shifter or some shit and I didn’t know about it. But Corry’s endowment was easily the length of Sterling’s, maybe even just a tad longer, and just as girthy. Not quite as thick as Eros’, though, and not nearly as veiny as Vin’s.

A tendon ticked in the youngblood’s jaw. “Are you shaking because you’re scared I won’t fit, Red?”

“No,” I snapped, a little too quick on the draw by the way his mouth radiated smugness. Not that I blamed him. If I had a piece that big, I’d be all grins and smooth confidence too.

“I’m just nervous,” I admitted with an audible falter in my voice.

His smile dropped, and a glimmer of concern banked in his expression. “Nervous?” he asked, a brow hiking up his forehead almost into his hairline. ”You?”

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