Page 137 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

My barrage of enthusiastic moaning didn’t exactly match the force fantasy, but it was just too good to hold character. I wanted him, I wanted both of them. I’d beg and plead and cry if it meant they’d give me what I needed. “I need you inside. Now. Please.”

Vincent held my gaze as he leaned forward, bracing his forehead against mine. His hand threaded in my hair, and his other lined his shaft up with my center, preparing to fill me.

“That’s right, fucking beg me for it, Princess.”

“I need it. P–please.”

“You’re desperate to take the Feral King’s dick, aren’t you?” Eros’ voice in my ear was like the devil on my shoulder, whispering, “you’ve wanted him since the night you met. Haven’t you?”

I gave a drunken nod, my head rocking against Eros’ pectorals. “That’s right. You two have been at each other’s throats since your beautiful ass came crashing into our lives. But he’s hungered for more than your pain and your blood. He’s lusted for all of you, baby. He’s wanted to crawl inside you and never leave. Just as much as you’ve wanted his mark on your body, his claim on your pussy, your throat, your very soul. Haven’t you?”

I moaned my answer, guttural and filled with the same kind of blistering need that was taking over my whole damn mind. “Yes.”

Eros pressed a sloppy kiss to my temple. His fangs scraped my flesh, tongue licking up a bead of sweat. “Tell him how much you need him in return, baby.”

“Yes…Vin. I need you. I need you so bad I can barely think about anything else anymore. Fuck me already. Use me. Fill me. Bite me. Please.”

Vincent finally eased into me. When I cried at the sensation he slowed his pace, his testing thrusts methodical, working me open slowly. It was probably hell for him when I was sure all he wanted to do was claim me hard and fast.

He shook against me, a vein jumping in his brow. “She’s so tight—not in her monster form, so I need to take it slow. F–fucking Christ.”

My face screwed up, and my spine arched off Eros’ lap as I surged to meet the torturously slow invasion. “B–bloody—oh!” This time he made a slightly harder jab. “More. Give me more. I can take it.”

Another stroke that had me splitting at the seams. Then another until he was all the way inside me. My jaw hung slack, my body so grateful for the male between my thighs, my arousal coating him in a natural lubricant.

He fit so perfectly now.

I writhed around Vin, wishing he’d move. I needed more friction. His sweat-slicked brow slipped from mine. He bowed his head as if in prayer. I couldn’t make out his expression as his raven locks created a curtain over his eyes.

“That’s a good girl,” Eros panted in my ear, his face tilting down to see the place where the fae filled me. “You’re taking all of him, baby. Such a good girl. Now tell him how it feels to have him inside you.”

“Vincent fucking Feral.” His name bled from my lips like an unholy prayer. “You feel like absolute Hell.” Maybe to Eros this wasn’t a compliment, but Vin knew exactly what I was talking about. I’d told him how I’d fantasized about going to Hell back in my old life. How I craved it.

His restraint snapped. He began to thrust into me with savage strokes of his pelvis.

I moaned my pleasure, which earned me a masculine grunt of approval from both men.

Deathwish patted the underside of my thigh like I was some kind of pet.

“Motherfucker.” Vin’s flurry of curses that followed were all in fae tongue. Then he went back to English, grunting, “You feel so damn good, Princess.”

His red eyes found me again. It was hard to hold his stare with all the raw emotions swimming in the bloody pools of his eyes, the unadulterated pleasure, the flames he stoked inside. The unguarded tenderness in his gaze even as he fucked into the cradle of my thighs with unbridled rhythm.

As hard as it was to stare all that dead in the eye, I couldn’t look away. This was what I’d wanted. To be this close to him with his mask dropped. He was laying everything out in the tomb for me to see. To feel. To relish.

To feel like he belonged to me as much as I belonged to him.

To grasp the parts of him I loved and the parts I hated, the cold and the cruel, the soft and the tender, and know that they were mine. All of it was so stark and beautiful, and for the first time, it felt like he trusted me with these things.

His pace was frantic and without much precision, but it felt perfectly him, too caught up inside me to care about anything else. He was chasing something, more than his climax. I could tell by the way he looked right through me, with that mad glint of desperation.

“You’re ours, Ruby Renada.” Vincent was so caught up in the ecstasy our bodies created that he looked like he was barely clinging to sanity. Seeing the unhinged chaos in his stare that rammed through me just as expertly and palpably as his cock, I was impressed by his ability to hold it together.

Because this was madness. Pure, undiluted, sexually raw and terrifying madness.

“Our mate. Our queen. Our whore. You can’t get away from us. You fear losing us, don’t you? Whether Dagon kills you, or you accidentally kill us, you fear our deaths. I can see it in your eyes. You don’t fear anything but that. Just know, that won’t ever happen.” Gleaming pebbles of perspiration streaked a path down his face and over his Adam’s apple to settle in the hollow of his throat. Even as he struggled to get the words out, his hips never broke their rhythm.

“How can you know that?” I managed to say by some miracle, maybe by whatever dark magic bound the three of us together.

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