Page 139 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

The head of him made another testing nudge at the tight ring of flesh, pausing to allow me to use my safe word. When I didn’t, he entered me with a slow, steady motion.

I tossed my head back so far on a choked scream that my father’s headless statue came into view. The drive of my mates’ hips fell into a perfect pace.

Both of them held me so tenderly in the cradle their bodies created between them, a perfect contrast against their filthy words, heavy breathing, and animalistic thrusts.

“How’s her ass feel?”

“Like I’m fucking the mouth of God himself.”

A crazed grin broke out on Vincent’s face. “Shit, the things I’d do to get you to repeat that line to Sterling.”

Eros snickered. “Would you let me stroke your cock again?”

“Fuck yes,” Vin grunted.

And it was on that note that I came. Hard. When my body convulsed, they held me tightly, absorbing my every moan and twitch.

My body was so slick with blood and cum and sweat that every slide of their flesh against mine was heightened ten-fold, my nerves launching into overdrive.

Maybe it was a testament to how in sync we were when they both came almost simultaneously, Eros’ labored grunts hot on my ear just seconds before I watched Vin’s face crumple and fall apart.

There were several seconds of complete silence. Even my heart was quiet, at peace. It was like time itself stopped to observe our debauchery.

Then there was the dual gush of hot, sticky liquid washing through me.

Perfection. Twisted, sinful perfection.

I cried out on an exhausted exhale, spent and satisfied. I slumped between them. We stayed like that for several minutes. I lost track of time. None of us wanted to be the first to break our connection.

Vincent withdrew from me first. I felt it leak from me, my cheeks going hot. One last fragmented moan left me when he used two fingers to push his cum back inside me.

“Vin, Eros…” I was as limp as a rag doll as they lifted me off Eros’ dick. “Bloody hell.”

My Deathwish licked me clean of blood, his hands pulling the hem of my skirt back over my knees as Vincent worked to free my wrists.

“There are no words, Ru, no words.”

My heart warmed at Vincent’s use of that nickname. When he’d called me that for the first time in the cell at the BC HQ, I’d felt so close to him. But that was no comparison to how close I felt to him now.

Almost like we were one.

My brows wrinkled. “You didn’t mark me.”

His sinful lips pecked a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I don’t feel like I deserve it yet. I want you to ask for it.” His lips quirked against me. “Scratch that. I want you to beg me for it in front of my brothers. Does that sound good?”

I gave a feeble nod. “Sounds amazing.”

“Oh fuck, that was good.” Eros blew out a sigh. He ran a bloody hand through his hair, the strings of flaxen locks framing his face. He stuffed himself back in his pants with a kiss to my temple, purring his approval. “Did you like that, doll?” The princes exchanged a look. Whatever it was I caught passing between them, silent and secret, filled me with almost as much satisfaction as my orgasm.

There it was. Brotherly love, and all it took was tag-teaming me on the grave of their abusive master.

They glanced back down at me, where I lay in a puddle of my own sweat, blood, and our cum.

“I liked it.” I tried to say more, but I was so spent my facial muscles decided to call it a night. Instead, my mouth went slack, and I exhaled on a happy sigh.

“You look pretty worn, Ruby. Ready to call it a night?”

My hand went to the storm glass needle around my neck, renewed energy flowing into my limbs. “I’d like to see what the needle has to say about my mother’s location.”

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