Page 79 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Over my heart,” I answered, without having to think about it at all.

“Yeah?” By the strain in his voice and the pulsating heat of his cock, he approved.

“Yes. In fact, as your princess and to-be queen, I order you to mark me over my heart, Youngblood.” My eyes sparkled, and I knew this by the way they shone in the reflections of Corry’s. “Claim me.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the dark and stormy sexual authority oozing from my demand or the way I dug my heels into the globes of his ass and clawed at the smooth flesh of his shoulder blades that snapped the reins of his restraint from his hold.

Whatever shoved him over the edge, he went careening into that wide-open embrace of his hunger and surrendered to it.

He slammed into me with steady, savage thrusts that had me melting, whimpering, and writhing against him. He consumed my mewls in a battering kiss, fangs knocking together, lips shredding, blood spilling in our fierce search for satiation. Corry lacked the precision and skilled technique of his brothers, yet he made up for it in size and stamina. The youngblood might have been the least experienced of my mates, but bloody freaking fuck did he screw like a feral animal.

He fucked me harder and deeper, his lack of precision making it so that his cock slipped out once or twice. But each time it did, he fisted his erection and slipped it over my folds in a slow, erotic slide that was jarring and left me gasping and reeling the moment he decided to pierce me again, his hips returning to their punishing assault on my core.

The vampire’s strength didn’t seem to wane. He hoisted me slightly higher against the glass, my back streaking a path through the film of steam. He held me with his hands clutching the undersides of the thigh, my spine arching as he lowered his mouth to my chest. Holding my gaze with unnerving intensity, I watched with bated breath as his fangs scraped a trail between the valley of my breasts.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced on a shattering sound that bled out from deep within my being, the half purr of a monster on the outskirts of total satisfaction over-layered with the moan of a mortal woman. I peaked, falling apart with a cry that morphed into a full-blown scream as Corry delivered the violent kiss I’d been waiting for.

His sharp as death fangs punched into my skin, just over the fleshy swell of my left breast. The pain was blinding, but he’d timed it perfectly. My orgasm dulled the sharp stab of the claiming mark.

I felt him release, the intense throbbing followed by the wash of molten fluid inside me as his thick moan was muffled by my chest. Tendons stretched tight in his neck when he tore his mouth from the fresh wound he’d made, and he threw his head back.

Holy mother. Watching Corry Cross fall to pieces inside me was one of the top four most erotic things I’d ever seen. I couldn’t pick my favorite O face of all the princes. I loved them equally, Each one making my sex slick and tingly just as much as the rest. But Corry’s... Goddamn.

“Fuck,” the youngest prince expelled with a shake of his head as he lowered me to my feet and extracted his softening cock from my center. When my legs wobbled dangerously beneath me, he held me by the waist and kept me plastered to him while reaching to cut the water. He ran his tongue over his lip to catch the last beads of my blood and turned his attention to the healing mark seated over my heart. “Fucking perfect, Ruby Red. Just perfect.”

I wouldn’t argue with that. But he was cute if he thought we were even sort of close to done.

Now came the part where I’d decide where to place my mark on him.

Chapter thirty-two

Mirrior

“You’relookingatmelike you’re hatching some evil plan,” Corry said, staring at my mouth as he ran his fingers through his water-logged hair.

I loved the little streaks of crimson that now stained the bleached tips. The next time we walked out of my bathroom, we’d leave with more than matching hair color. With Sterling and Vin, I hadn’t the luxury of exchanging marks at the same time. I’d gotten that with Eros, but it had been an accident. While I was glad it happened, there hadn’t been a lot of euphoria involved in the moment, not with Vincent battering on the door like a fucking siege.

With this fourth time around, I was determined to do this exactly the way I wanted.

I’d be walking out of here with Corry’s mark over my heart and mine over his throat.

“Not an evil plan, no,” I teased while slowly grinding my pelvis provocatively against his. “Just a dirty one.”

His cock stiffened in agreement with the plan, knowing full well that whatever I was plotting, it’d be heavily involved.

Corry took hold of my hips and spun us, my back hitting the shower wall. Anoomphwisped past my lips that turned to a soft gasp when he planted his hands against the marble on either side of my head and bent to plant a kiss to the fresh mating mark over my racing heart.

My mind almost broke trying to comprehend how fucking hot Corry Cross was naked, those muscles clenching under skin pebbled with beads of water, glistening beneath the sultry lighting.

Every nerve inside me buzzed as the youngblood made love to my new mark with his mouth, licking and lapping. The puncture holes had sealed, yet the skin was still blazing, and his reverent lips felt like a soothing balm against the brand.

I purred, twining my fingers in his damp hair, holding him close. “Say you’re mine, Youngblood.” If this was Vincent or Eros, I might’ve been scared by the emotion underscoring my tone.

Maybe I’d even have hid it.

But this was Corry. I’d bore my soul to him, and he’d declared his undying love and devotion for it, the tender and fragile parts included. It was his love and unyielding enthusiasm that gave me hope for the future. Corry made me believe that I really could take on Dagon with my heartbeat intact.

A delicious noise that was all sexual hunger rose from his throat. “I’m yours, all fucking yours, babe.”

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