Page 131 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Shit, Red. I, er...” his cheeks flamed.

“I’m just fucking with you. I know it’s not your thing.” I gave a light shrug. “I don’t even know if it’s my thing yet.”

“Ha. Right. I don’t see you not liking it, not unless they lean into the make-believe a little too hard, and you’re made to feel like there’s not much pretending going on.” Corry grew more flustered by the second. He rubbed the back of his neck and busied himself by snagging my mom’s Helsing Guide off the nightstand. “But they’d never do that. They love you and would do anything for you. Besides, if anyone ever tried to force themselves on you for real, you’d just rip off their head and wear their skull as a crown and pick your teeth with their spine.”

Despite the dark turn the conversation took, I chuckled. “Yeah. I can handle myself these days.”

Corry flipped through the book, his expression slowly growing more aghast with each new page. “Do you think Vin can grow three wieners like this breed of incubus?”

He flashed me the sketched drawing of the demon with three dicks, but I didn’t have time to get a good look at it. Corry shut the book and tossed it to safety just as I pounced on him in a fit of laughter. “Oh no, have I angered my queen by uttering the forbidden word?”

Walking through the Coven cemetery with my heartbeat in my throat was a surreal experience, considering that I’d been joking around with Corry about three-dicked sex demons and the word “wiener” just five minutes ago.

Mist wrapped around my ankles, and the moon’s light illuminated its writhing tendrils as it curled through the grass. It wasn’t freezing tonight, but I still found myself shaking. From anticipation more than anything.

So far, there’d been no sign of my mates. The map application on my new phone told me the cemetery was a good half an hour walk from the house, so I’d taken my bike and left it parked on the side of the small service road that wound throughout the property.

We were far enough from the more populated areas of the coven territory that no one would hear us way out here. An electric heat shimmered through me, causing my blood to thrum in my ears.

Not only was I about to take two of my mates at once, but they were going to do so in a way that made my sex ache with a need so strong that my arousal soaked through my lacy panties and streaked down my thighs.

So far, there was still no sight of them, but I was sure they already knew I was here. They’d be able to scent my hunger for them and they wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

The cemetery stretched on as far as my eyes could see, gravestones slipping into the dark, and who knew how far beyond that. Most of the grave markers were incredibly old, the engravings worn away by time. They were elaborate and big, with gothic crosses and huge spires, crypts, and marble busts that depicted the long past visages of the skeletons at rest beneath.

A fist squeezed my heart when a faint orange glow flickered through the dark.

It was Eros.

He sat hunched over on the steps of a mausoleum so huge, it had to be almost the same size as my old house in Quincy. My monster stirred at the sight of her mate, sitting there looking dark and delicious.

He had one arm propped on his knee, and in his other was a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He was dressed all in black in a tight t-shirt, cargo pants, and heavy combat boots. He even wore a black knit beanie pulled down over his blond hair.

I expected him to look up when I came within twenty feet of him. Instead, he glared into the night, shadows dancing on his face as another drag of his cigarette washed his features in an eerie light. A devilish smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, like he had a sinister secret.

“What, no ski mask?” I snickered, edging forward.

Still, he didn’t turn to look at me. He stared dead ahead, eyes narrowing through the dark.

“Um, Eros?” I tugged at the hem of my dress, my nerves spiraling through my body as the tension heightened.

“Keep my name out of your mouth, mortal, unless you’re prepared to scream it.” Finally, his eyes slowly swiveled on me, blazing with the reflection of the smoldering red tip of his cigarette.

The look on his face made my smile crumble into ash.

I was accustomed to the depraved prince boldly wearing his dirty thoughts plainly on his face, but I’d never seen him look at me the way he did now.

He took another puff of his cigarette, and this time, exhaled through his nose. The smoke gushed from his nostrils. It made him look like some kind of monster spit straight out from the bowels of Hell. His crimson gaze paired with that rakish grin—revealing sharp fangs—made my belly stir.

“Lost, little girl? Dressed the way you are, you should be teaching Sunday school, not wandering through a graveyard in the middle of coven territory.” He slowly stretched to his full height. His glare turned sharp, sharp enough to cut. Maybe that was his intention.

My skin prickled as another wave of desire washed over me. I fully expected blood to be spilled this night. I hoped for it, even.

“Maybe teaching Sunday school is a job you’re better suited for, mortal princess. You have no business playing with vampires.”

His words sliced deep, even though I knew he didn’t mean them. He supported me as queen, believed in me. They all did. Still, anger made my blood boil. Which was exactly what he was hoping for. He wanted me to fight.

My lip curled. “This was my father’s land. Now it’s mine. I can walk wherever the fuck I want, you cold-blooded prick.”

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