Page 136 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

Erosjabbedafingerat the black marble sarcophagus where my father’s body lay below. He didn’t have to say anything. The command was clear. He wanted to take me on top of it.

I inched forward, my eyes glued to the marble slab that was only a few inches thick.

Vincent surged behind me, threading his fingers through my hair. He tugged my head back, pulling my back flush with his chest. “You are my queen. I swear that every command you give I will follow, even if it means my end. So if you want me to take you like I imagined, before you wormed your way into my heart and reminded me I still had one, I will. But it won’t be pretty.”

I snickered, the sound strained due to pressure on my throat as he pulled my head back, forcing my gaze to his. “Since when has anything between us been ‘pretty,’ Feral?”

He dragged a finger down the edge of my jawline, then he traced my mouth, pressing at my soft flesh. The moment my lips parted he hooked a finger inside and pulled my lip back, exposing my fangs to him.

“You want to know what fucked up things I imagined doing to this infuriating mouth after the first night we met? When you suggested that I was as sadistic as your father and I pulled the car over, I wanted to force you to your knees right there on the side of that busy road. I wanted to make you take my cock.” His thumb grazed my fangs, nicking himself on the razor-sharp points. A second later a few drops of his blood peppered my tongue. I almost forgot how intoxicating he tasted.

“I wanted to pump my seed inside this pretty hole so I could make it look as filthy and obscene as the shit rolling off your tongue that night.”

His harsh baritone was cold and cruel, but his eyes blazed with that passion I knew was all mine, burning bright and brilliant. It didn’t matter how hard he fucked me or how deep his dirty talk cut. When he looked at me in the way he was now, I felt safe, at home.

I bit down on his finger, and spit his blood into his face. He reeled back, seething. Bloody fucking mother of God, he looked downright gorgeous splattered in the dark ink of his own lifeforce.

“You want to know something? I would have taken your cock that night. But you don’t have the balls to ever make good on your little threats, do you, Feral?”

Eros expelled a low whistle. “Dangerous territory, doll. Poke the beast, you better be prepared to be bent over by one.”

Before the words had fully left Eros’ tongue, Vincent jerked on my hair, dragging me with him to my father’s stone tomb. It was almost enough that it hurt. Almost. I screamed anyway.

“That’s right, baby,” he cracked on a growl that reached down inside me, stroking me at the place I ached the most. “Scream so loud your daddy will hear you all the way down in Hell.”

He hauled me onto the smooth marble slab of the sarcophagus. I could have run, darting back to freedom in the night. But that’s not what I wanted. This dark fantasy of mine was in full swing, and I was having the time of my life.

“Hold her open,” Vincent barked at Eros as he strode to the foot of the tomb and pulled his shirt off, followed by his belt. He tossed the strip of leather to Eros, who was already kneeling behind me so that my head was propped against his chest. “Bind her wrists with this.”

Deathwish did as his brother instructed. He tugged on the belt, assuring I wouldn’t be able to wiggle free and slipped his head through the loop of my arms, stretching my torso taught against his. He hooked his arms beneath my knees, and together, we made a show of him prying my thighs apart, exposing my core to the brutal vampire.

“Fuck, she smells so damn good. Still in heat.” Eros moaned as if he was moved by my scent alone. “It’s almost a shame to defile it. She’ll stop smelling sweet like candy and stink of us instead.”

An embarrassing sound bled from my lips. I couldn’t help it. I was worked up to the point where I didn’t think I’d ever needed anything like I needed them inside me. It had to be similar to the mating sounds I’d made before, because both men answered me with a silken purr that turned my insides to liquid.

“At least pumping her full of cum will finally sate the slut,” Vin said. “You’re desperate for your mates. Aren’t you, Princess? You may scream and thrash, but you want to be full of us, don’t you?”

I gave a feeble nod, mesmerized as Vincent peeled his pants off. He looked so beautiful standing in the wash of flickering amber light, his muscles so pronounced that shadows danced over the hard edges of his body.

When his pants dropped to the ground, his erection sprung free. It was larger than his usual endowment, but not as sizable as his full fae cock. It still had all the texture of the dark veins that wrapped around his praise-worthy girth. I had kind of expected something more exotic, hoped for it even, knowing that he’d used Eros’ brand to make some adjustments.

But I wasn’t disappointed. It was still a very large cock, obscene even, with the way the slit of it leaked with thick pearls of pre-cum.

He got up on the tomb, which in this moment felt like an altar as I watched him approach like a dark god about to claim his sacrifice. His fingers brushed over my chest as they snaked into the neckline of my cardigan.

With one swift yank, he ripped the garment down the middle.

Buttons flew everywhere, and the sound of tearing fabric made my lashes flutter in unholy euphoria. He took the shreds of the destroyed garment and flung them to the floor, then pulled at the straps of the dress, the mounds of my breasts tumbling out in the open.

“No bra. Good girl,” he growled. “You look so damn good in this dress, but you look even better when it’s torn up, with your tits out and your pussy on display for us.”

He caressed my thighs and slid his hands up over my flesh, pulling the hem of my yellow dress to bunch over my belly. Taking a finger he slipped it into the crotch of my panties—the only remaining barrier between him and my entrance—and ripped it open with a swift jerk.

“Doesn’t she have the prettiest fucking cunt?” Eros mused, his chin on my shoulder as he peered down at where he held me open for his brother. “It’s especially sexy when it’s all red and leaking cum.”

Vin hummed his agreement as he knelt between my spread thighs, fisting the base of his shaft. Arching his hips toward me, he dragged it slowly over my juncture.

He took his time, rubbing his thick head back and forth over my slit. He purposefully slowed his pace when he got to my clit, torturing me with the most intense pleasure when he nudged at my piercing. Each time he dragged himself over the nub, a series of broken curses and moans leaked from my throat. “Vin, so good.”

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