Page 109 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Put the metal in before she closes up.” He didn’t even sound like himself. His downy tone was all flayed with hunger.

Eros shook his head slightly as if he was waking from a trance. He took the straight barbell and pushed it through the hole Sterling had made, then screwed the tiny ball into place.

“Let’s finish this while she’s still sensitive,” the older vampire instructed his brother, running his spidery fingers through his messed-up hair.

Eros swiped an arm over the other half of the bed, sending the sex toys and piercing tools clattering to the floor and flopping onto his back so he was lying beside me. Sterling took me by my hips and flipped me around, the chain rattling as it twisted with me. He positioned me so I was on my hands and knees with Eros stretched out beneath me.

“Have you been fucked doggy style yet, doll?”

“I don’t think so,” I whispered. My heart in my throat made it hard to speak.

A lethal jolt of sensation zipped up my spine when I heard Sterling’s sweats hit the ground. The bed jostled slightly once again as he positioned himself behind me. A moment later, the velvety flesh of his erection glided through my slick folds. I wanted him inside me to the point of pain, and with the dull throbbing of my pierced clit, that’s exactly what I was going to get.

“This is likely going to hurt, love. Tell me if it’s too much.” His hand moved over the curve of my ass to settle on the small of my back.

“Isn’t that the point?” I snapped, trying to get a rise from my silver prince.

It worked.

He entered me with a hard jab of his hips.

My vision blurred, and my skull split with a flash of pain as his balls slapped against my clit. My arms quaked, the chain clanking loud enough to drown out the piano music coming from the corner of the room.

But just as quickly as it had come, the sharp agony ebbed into something dismally enticing. Sterling had gotten worked up right along with me. He lost himself to my body, working me into steady ruin with the erratic push and pull of his pelvis.

There were few things better than feeling Sterling’s need for my body and how it demolished his icy exterior and gentlemanly mannerisms. His thrusts grew deeper, his fingers clutched at my ass cheeks so hard I knew they’d leave bruises. Every thrust took us closer and closer to the end, looming overhead, vast and profound and all ours. It was more complex than just an orgasm. It was an inexplicable magic that bound us so closely together, even if we wanted to untangle our connection, we never would.

And he could sense it. I knew it by the way he fucked with abandon, chasing our release.

All I could do was take him, shivering in ecstasy as pleasurable wave after wave rolled over my body.

My hair hung in wild, tangled chunks, the long portion feathering over Eros’ cheek. He stared up at me, his hands cupping my face. He watched my breasts bounce with each of his brother’s thrusts before reaching to palm them, pinching my nipples to squeeze out a few drops of glistening red before the wounds sealed up for good.

Instead of catching the droplets in his mouth, he let them pepper his chest, painting his grim reaper tattoo all in sin.

“What do you like the taste of better, Ster? Our girl’s vein candy or the sweet glaze of her pussy?”

I felt the Elder vampire scoff lightly behind me. The sound was all fragmented and scraped up my spine like sandpaper. “Why choose?”

“Good answer.” Deathwish pushed himself up into a sitting position with his back to the headboard, my chest coming to rest against his. The strained muscles in my arms and legs sighed with relief as I rested against him. With the combination of sweat and blood slathering our torsos, the frantic punch of Sterling’s hips made me slide over Eros, but I stopped caring about how far our perverse and raunchy deviance went.

We’d flung our inhibitions out the window and into the sea. I didn’t ever want them back if it meant not succumbing to this kind of gratification, sandwiched between my lovers on the reg.

Eros kissed me, his tongue ravenous and as greedy as Sterling’s cock. He tasted like smoke and fury…and mildly of me.

“Number?” the male behind me demanded.

“N–nine.” I barely managed the single syllable answer. But a girl had to be cut some slack. This kind of lovemaking would rob anyone of their ability to articulate.

I came a second time, careening into lush darkness before my vision returned and focused on Eros.

“You take us so beautifully, sweet girl.” His growl filling the hollow of my mouth was enough to rob the last vestiges of my air. How did I have any left? Between these two, how did I have anything left?

Moments later, Sterling came undone with a low moan that had me grateful that my hearing hadn’t dulled with the rest of my senses. It was the sound of a fully satisfied man, caught in the final throes of carnal rapture. Then he released a breath so weighty, it almost had a gravitational pull. He draped his body over mine so that his chest was flush with my back. His breath feathered over my shoulders, chilled by my perspiration. My pulse seemed to calm with his softening touch. His hands left my rear and felt out my cheeks where Eros still held me. His cool lips delivered the most delectable kisses to my shoulder blades, my spine, my nape.

“I feel every inch of you, Ruby Renada. And your aura is shining so brightly, I feel like I can almostseeyou.”

For the first time since my dream with Vincent, I felt at peace. Calm. Right where I needed to be. For the first time since Sterling had entered me, I twisted my head to look back at him over my shoulder. I found myself caught in the pearlescent shimmer of his eyes. “And what do you see?”

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