Page 81 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Breaking our kiss, my tongue went slack as I looked at him, steam coiling around his frame. His red-rimmed eyes devoured me, and the spark of unmistakable mischief returned. “I have an idea.”

“Tell me more,” I slurred, barely able to speak at this point from the way he moved inside me with every step he took toward the bathroom vanity.

Keeping his length buried between the juncture of my spread thighs, he sat us down on the counter between the double sinks so that I was straddling his lap, our chests together and his back facing the steam-covered mirror.

At this angle, he was seated even deeper inside me. For a few silent seconds, we just sat there with my knees squeezing his hips and our lips hovering within a kiss’s reach.

I was unsure if riding him cowgirl style was all there was to his idea. By the way he was looking at me, I guessed there had to be more to it than that.

Gleaning my curiosity, Corry captured his bottom lip between his fangs. “Reach behind me, babe. Run your hand over the mirror.”

Lost, my brows wrinkled. “What? Why?”

“Do it. You’ll see.”

Confused as hell, I did as he said and skimmed my palm over the fogged-over mirror. I gasped when my hand streaked a clear path through the steam, my reflection now visible.

There I sat, my legs spread on either side of me with my hole stretched wide where Corry’s cock was stuffed inside me.

It was an obscene view because my mate was nowhere to be seen in the mirror. It was just me, my body splayed out and my entrance red and puffy andveryfull, even though the thing inside me—along with its owner—was completely invisible.

This scene reminded me of a paranormal romance book I’d read a while back where the heroine had fallen in love with a man cursed to be invisible. I swallowed thickly, and to my horror—and a little to my satisfaction—my sex visibly flexed.

Corry twisted his head to look over his shoulder. When he took in the lewd sight of me, he sucked a throaty hiss between clenched teeth when he saw my reflection. “Look at that gorgeous pussy, filled and leaking with my cum.”

“It’s a silver-backed mirror,” I mumbled as realization dawned on me. I remembered what Corry told me before about vampires and their reflections. Back in the day, they backed mirrors with silver. That’s how the whole vampires having no reflection myth got started. I understood that the Knight manor was old, but it seemed weird that a house built for vampires would have silver mirrors if no one could actually use them.

Unless this room once belonged to a human. The coven had kept blood whores for centuries. It made me wonder who my room belonged to before me.

“Damn, Red,” he puffed on a guttural whine that pulled me back to the moment. He reached for the long portion of my hair and twisted a coil around his finger. The trusses seemed to move on their own in the mirror. My belly tightened, and a rush of heat darted up my spine when my pussy twitched and quivered around Corry’s invisible member. “We’ll have to do this again with the other guys watching. Imagine riding Vin in his fae form in front of this mirror.”

“He has to feed on pain to fuel that form.”

“Fine, we’ll get Sterling to beat up Eros. Vincent will get all huge and hulking, and you’ll ride him. And I’ll be over there with my front-row seat, jerking off.”

My eyes narrowed, but there was no holding back my smile. “You’re perverted.”

“I know. Almost as much as you.”

Screwing Corry like this was on a whole different level of depravity. I bounced on his cock at a rabid pace, and instead of watching him, I couldn’t take my eyes off ofme. The way my labia moved around him, how the pink interior of my walls twitched and quivered as he touched me, his hands running up my back, the tip of his nose skimming over my shoulder. The whole appeal of this was no longer the sexy male beneath me but my reaction to him.

“You love watching yourself get fucked, don’t you?” he snarled in my ear with an impish chuckle.

My heart raced. I nodded frantically, my mouth parting, fangs catching the red glow of the bathroom light.

Everything in me was screaming at me to bite him now. But I held back. Like him, I wanted to wait until the perfect moment. When his muscles began to clench and convulse, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

“I can’t hold back,” Corry groaned. I felt his dick seize inside me, and then...detonation. He came hard and fast, and just as I felt the rush of warm liquid deep within, I took a handful of his hair and wrenched his head back so he was forced to watch his cum fill me. His eyes went wide, and a breathy moan dribbled out of him, laced with a soft growl that called to that other side of me.

I bit him on his throat in the same place I’d marked Vincent and Sterling.

He thrashed beneath me, and for a moment, it felt like I was riding a wild bull, trying to tame it by staying mounted as long as possible.

“OhGod.” His breath hitched as the most deliciously primal noise roiled from his chest.

Pulling my teeth from his flesh, I pressed my cheek to his as we both watched thick, pearly beads of his cum ooze from my center, glazing his stomach, where it seemed to hover in the mirror.

“New rule, Cor. When I’m riding you like this, you make all of your pleasured moans and curses out to your mate and queen, not God. Deal?”

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