Page 105 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

But tonight, caught between my gentle priest and my deviant monster hunter, I didn’t want them to own just a part of me. I wanted them to dominate and fill every hole I had to give, especially the one Feral had left where he’d torn out something vital within me...

My Deathwish’s touch was clinical and calculated as he ran a swab around my rosy pebbles, which was alien compared to his filthy mutterings as he worked.

“Fucking hell. She’s so damn delicious when she’s submissive like this,” the sadist ground out, his face so close to mine that the heat of his breath washed over my flushed face. The smoldering grin that curved his lips reached the red pools of his eyes, making them flicker. “You ever tie up a woman before, Sterling?”

“Not to defile her,” my silver prince answered from behind his brother’s brawny frame. My skin prickled at Sterling’s voice. It contained not a trace of disgust, but something dark and curious instead.

“She doesn’t do this for Feral or the youngblood, do you, baby doll?” Eros leaned back on his knees, his weight resting over my hips. The power inside me seemed to be invested enough in this sinful scenario that its interest had reinvigorated my nerves, and my ravenous libido right along with it.

I tried to arch my pelvis off the mattress in search of more friction, but the muscular male mounting my hips like a saddle—paired with the chains pulling my arms taut over my head—held me completely immobile.

Finished with cleaning me, Eros dropped the alcohol and swab onto the bed beside the rest of the items and gave each of my nipples a firm pinch. A weak growl roused from my chest as his fingers played and plucked at the buds, which grew more sensitive by the second.

The wicked vampire let loose a low-pitched chuckle. “But our queen’s submission isn’t so easily earned. We have to work hard to please her.”

An electric thrill wound through my core when I registered Sterling reaching for one of the vibrators in my periphery. His lithe digits stroked its silicone curves, moving to another, and then another. He tensed between my legs as if intimidated by the selection.

“I don’t know the difference between these.”

The younger vampire removed one hand from my breast to take Sterling’s wrist in his nitrile grip and guided his touch over the collection of toys.

Unholy arousal shimmered through me watching Eros show his eldest brother the different vibrators. The reversal in roles—the scholarly vampire seeking guidance from his younger den brother—had my insides melting into a molten puddle, heating me from the inside out. The ancient male probably had as much experience with this kind of stuff as me. After all, before I’d come along, the last time he had sex, battery-operated toys hadn’t been invented.

Eros directed Sterling’s touch to a toy with a little nub attached, its shape reminding me of a bunny. “This one will stimulate her clit while it’s inside her. This one will hit her g-spot. This one has like twenty different speeds.”

The corner of Deathwish’s mouth tugged up into a wolfish smirk as he pointed to one of the longer toys that looked like a bunch of silicone beads stacked on one another. “This one I just got for her. Goes in her ass.”

“You choose for me,” Sterling answered after a moment of contemplation, a diabolical lilt in his cadence.

My mouth went bone dry when Eros pointed to one of the larger ones with some kind of bulbous attachment on the end. “The wand to start. It’s a classic.”

Sterling took up the “wand” and disappeared behind Eros’ frame. On the next beat, the gentle whirring of the device sent my internal muscles into a convulsion. I was desperate for their connection and the pleasure it offered. My need for stimulation was deeper than lust by now.

But how much of it would I feel?

If I couldn’t properly enjoy my birthday pinned beneath a sadist about to pierce my nipples and a millennia-old priest taking the first battery-operated sex toy he’d ever held out for a spin on my vagina, I’d freaking kill Feral.

Sterling’s palm smoothed over my upper thigh, easing my bunched-up muscles. “It’s alright, love. Relax. Breathe, and focus on us.”

I almost forgot that Sterling didn’t need to see me to read me like one of his braille books.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it gradually, I watched as Eros took a sharpie from one of the nylon case’s many pockets and ripped the cap off with his teeth. With his other hand, he selected an instrument from the spread of tools beside me. My hours of watching medical dramas told me these were forceps, similar to scissors, but instead of blades, they had tiny pincers at the end. I gasped when he pinched my nipple with the forceps’ steel teeth and gave it a not so gentle tug.

I hissed at the sharp sensation that shot through my breast. “Ow.”

“You feel it?” Eros’ brows quirked.

“Yes, I fucking feel it. You’re about to pull my tit off.”

The vampire’s chest shook with a fiendish snort, which wasn’t much assurance that he wasn’t about to pop my nip right off.

The pain Eros inflicted immediately dulled as Sterling placed the head of the vibrator to my clit. The chains binding me rattled as I quivered from the sensation.

“Number?” Eros asked.

“F–four.”

He hummed his approval. “That’s a good start, at least.”

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