Page 49 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“Good boy,” I purred. “I’m going to mark you as mine. And I’m going to make it hurt. And you’re going to use that pain to shift. You got that?”

He nodded, his mouth twisted into the lustiest of manic grins. “Yes, My Queen.”

Chapter eighteen

Unholy Union

“Areyoureadyforthe ride of your life, little monster?” my Feral King rasped, the ravenous fire in his eyes coating my skin in a feverish sweat. He slid his hands from my hips to grip my ass cheeks, fingertips biting into my flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

“Bloody hell, yes.” My words were nothing but a low, ragged moan, and still, they filled the theater and commanded the attention of everyone close enough to get caught in this raw and wild sexual energy that reinfused the atmosphere.

With one hand on his chest to keep myself steady, I took his cock in my other hand to line the thick, seeping head of him up with my opening. He hissed between clenched teeth at the kiss of my claws skimming over his sweltering length.

He was heavy in my hand, and I enjoyed the way it twitched in my palm. I glided the tip of him through my folds, watching as his head knocked back against the bed’s headboard, nostrils flaring.

Ripping my gaze briefly from his, I peeked down at where I hovered over his lap, his dick so close to entering me.

Vincent’s cock really was something to behold.

With the complex network of dark veins wrapping around its girth, it had the most glorious natural texture. Ribbed for my pleasure.

No wonder Lexi was pissed when I’d taken her toy away.

I sank onto him, Vin’s jaw dropping with the same slow pace I took to impale myself. I knew he wanted me to go faster, but this thing between us had been the biggest two-week-long cock-tease, and now that we’d arrived at the climax of our love-slash-hate affair, I wanted to savor every depraved second of it.

I held his gaze as I slowly sheathed him inside me.

His fingers trembled on my ass as I drew him into my body. I relished the way his tongue gave a sultry swipe over his bottom lip, how strands of his dark hair clung to his pinched brow. Vincent Feral had always been brutally handsome, but the sight of him naked, coated in crusted blood, with that obscene expression on his face...It stole my dark little heart right out of my chest.

My prince’s hands fumbled up my back, yanking me against him. His lips clamped over mine in a kiss that was soaking flesh, gnashing teeth, and clashing tongues. His hellish timbre enhanced his electric, forbidden flavor, and his tongue continued to probe my mouth.

“Bleeding fucking Gods, Princess,” he groaned his pleasure into me, his shivering breath fanning over my lips.

I was so wet for him, he slipped inside me with ease. He wasn’t as thick as Eros, but the bulging dark veins running over much of his body—a dark fae trait I assumed, since the other guys didn’t have them—made it so I could feel every millimeter of him scraping against me as I sank myself deeper onto his length.

Once he was sheathed, I had to sit there for a moment and try to gather the tattered remains of my composure. But that was a hopeless mission.

I was full to the brim with Vincent Feral. The experience of being connected like this with a dangerous hybrid vampire was a mind-shattering kind of euphoria.

Vin’s chest heaved against my palm, and a bead of sweat dripped down his temple and streaked over his twitching raven tattoos. “You feel so damn good, Princess. You’re so tight. So wet. So—” The vampire didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, a pleasure-tinged groan rolled up from his chest as I brought my hips up and slammed myself back down onto the full length of his mass.

“Fuck!” Vincent broke the kiss, his eyes rolling back into his skull. I seized his chin and wrenched his gaze back to mine, my lip curling into a snide grin. His cock was doing things to me. Things that made me feel like I really was sitting on my throne, because wrapped around his masculinity, I felt every bit the monstrous queen. And for once, it felt right.

“You look at me when I’m mating you, Feral.”

His eyes bulged, and his cock jumped inside me. “Who’s the sadistic one now?”

“Me.”

“And I fucking love you for it.”

I grinned at my reflection in his eyes. My hair was a wild mane of red that framed the dainty silver tiara on my head perfectly. I looked terrifyingly beautiful, straddling this beast, perfectly in control of him as I rode him.

My evil brother and his henchmen thought they were the ones running the show. But no. I was the true ringmaster to this circus act.

I loved every sinful second of it. This experience of Vincent’s thick cock inside me, knowing it was going to get bigger. Knowing the creature that lurked just below Vincent’s surface. He was a dangerous, addictive drug, and the moment I lured his monster out with my bite, I was going to dominate it.

All I had to do to lure the fae out was to mark the vampire as my bonded mate.

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