Page 134 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

The dark fae was relentless in the way he held me against him, like he was intent on drowning me. My lungs screamed for air, my head swam. I beat my fists into his chest, but it only seemed to spur him on.

Still, I knew I wasn’t in danger. My claws would have come punching out of my fingertips and slashed across his face if I was. He dragged out the savage kiss just long enough, the perfect length of time to leave me gasping and weak-kneed.

“Y–you bastard,” I wheezed.

He gave me a smug grin before plucking me from the ground and tossing me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His shoulder gouged into my gut, robbing me of my final vestiges of air as he carried us out of the grave.

He set me gently to the ground, almost too gently. I was enjoying the fantasy, the struggle. But I understood him not wanting to get too rough with me. Staying on my good side while pretending to force himself on me was a delicate line to walk.

I flipped onto my hands and knees, ready to bolt up and continue running. I froze, fingers flexing in the cold grass when combat boots filled my vision.

I raised my head to see Eros looming over me. A cocky grin stretched his pierced mouth.

“Fuck me. Look at her, Vin. Is there anything prettier than our mortal princess on her hands and knees in the mud, wet and eager to be filled with her princes?”

My heart fluttered. Not just because of his lusty words, but because he’d called Vincent by the same endearing name the rest of us used. Not Feral. Not some profanity. Vin. I’d wanted these two to do something together so they could grow closer. This was not what I’d had in mind.

This was better. Way, way better.

“If only Master could see her now. His precious little princess, on her hands and knees before the progeny he treated like fucking trash.” Eros crouched and wrenched my head back by my hair to study my face. “After he tried so hard to keep her away from us. He knew how much we’d use this tight little body of hers, how addicted we’d become to draining her veins while filling her perfect little cunt.”

“Your daddy is dead and gone, Princess. We can’t show him that this pussy belongs to us.” A moan tripped from me when Vincent’s boot prodded my apex from behind. “But we can do the next best thing.”

My attention swapped frantically between them. They looked at one another in a way that had my insides in knots.

Suddenly, Vincent stooped and seized my ankle.

I screamed as he dragged me across the grass toward the crypt, clawing at the mud in a mock attempt to get purchase.

“Fuck, I just love it when she squirms and screams,” Eros groaned, trailing behind us.

I didn’t bother trying to push my dress back over my thighs as it slid up around my hips. He got an eyeful of my ass, clad in scanty white lace panties that were already covered in dirt.

“I’m starting to see why you’re into that,” Vin said with a sinister chuckle. “When our little princess screams like that, it’s really just her begging for more.”

“Bingo. It’s when her claws come out and her demonic screeching fills the air that you know it’s time to stop. Or when she’s sweetly begging for mercy.” Eros’ simmering eyes fell back to me. “Isn’t that right, doll?”

I released a cry of a moan when Vincent dropped my leg and delivered a smack to my ass before tossing me over his shoulder once again. I felt us ascending.

We were going up a set of stone steps. I craned my neck to see he was taking me inside my father’s crypt.

Oh.

Oh my God.

My mind froze. My body pulsated with heat. A hellish fire raged inside me.

This was probably where most girls would throw out their safe word in surrender.

I held my tongue.

Vincent and Eros were going to fuck me in the tomb of their abusive master, and that nefarious fact filled me with intrigue that made my toes curl and my monster purr with sinful satisfaction.

This was the ultimate “fuck you” we could send Thomas Knight—to stick it to dear old dead dad. He wouldn’t see our acts, obviously. The bastard was dead. But desecrating the grave of the man who’d used and abused my mates was right up my alley.

The crypt was circular, with a set of stairs that wound underground. Eros went ahead of us, lighting the torches that lined the marble walls with his lighter. He disappeared from sight, and a moment later the winding corridor lit up with a warm, amber glow.

Vincent glanced to where I still hung over his shoulder. Since my face was basically in his ass, I couldn’t see his expression, but I felt him loosen his hold, momentarily breaking character. “We can turn back.”

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