Page 51 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

My throat constricted, and my chest went tight at the sight of him looming over me, naked and ready to enter my body again on any heartbeat now. His huge frame blocked out the audience, and the stage lights outlined his sweat-slick skin in a glowing halo of light.

“How would my queen like to be taken?”

“Hard. Give me your worst. I want to test my new strength.”

“If that’s the case, how about I give you my best, little monster?”

“Give me all you got, baby. Let’s fuck this place down to the foundation.”

Vincent’s dark chuckle turned to a sharp grunt as he slipped back inside me. My walls clamped tight around him, my body desperately clinging to him as if he were essential for life. Hell, at this moment, he was.

I purred, my back arching, hips bucking to meet the first of his thrusts. My pussy turned molten, the wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the whole theater, and I didn’t have a single shit to spare over the fact that I was being watched by the entirety of the Boston Coven. I was bursting with Vincent, and with how he filled me, there was no room left for anything else. Especially not something as useless as shame.

Pulling myself closer to him, I raked my claws into the flesh of his sinewy back. The scent of fresh blood tinged the air. I clenched down on him and he moaned, his fingers twisting in my hair as he continued to piston into me.

“When?” he asked, voice rough in my ear. “When do I get to fill your womb with my child?”

I don’t know why my attention slipped past Vincent’s shoulder at that moment. And I don’t know why a single face leaning over the balcony was discernible in the crowd of blurred faces. Yet there my brother was, pale as a corpse, and his eyes just as unfeeling. The necromancer stared down at me in cold calculation. It made my blood boil, knowing he was trying to work out my death in his head, the latest of my abilities a new obstacle.

I chewed on my lips, veering my gaze back to my mate. And I smiled. “Once you bring me the heart of Dagon Knight.”

Vincent blinked, taken aback by my answer. But then he gave me a smooth smirk that screamed,“hold my beer,”before flipping me so his back was to the bed with me straddling his lap.

“Bite me, baby. I’m going to show you a form you’ve never seen before. But you’re going to have to make it hurt.”

“Is it powerful enough to kill Dagon?”

“Maybe.”

Maybe was good enough for me. I bore down on Vincent’s cock, making his head smack the mattress while bending to bite him in the place where I’d daydreamed marking him. When my teeth slammed home into the soft stretch of skin below his ear, his scream made the entire room quake.

To me, the sound was music to my ears.

Because it meant that Vincent Feral belonged to me.

Chapter nineteen

Mated to the Monster

Iwouldn’tbesurprisedif Sterling, Cor, and Eros could hear Vincent’s scream. It was so loud. The thought made me grin against his throat.

His whole body shook, and I could feel his reaction to my claiming bite from the way his breathing went ragged against my mouth, all the way to the tip of him, where he was buried deep inside me.

His fingers dug into my hips, pushing himself deep inside me. “More baby. Give me more. Not enough—”

Fucking Christ. How could this not be enough pain? I remember the claiming bite Eros had given me. I’d never forget it. A violent chill swept down my sweat-drenched back at the memory. The excruciating agony with the claiming bite had ravaged every cell in my body. It had been a hot pain as if my soul had been ripped in half and a part of it relocated into my mate. So I knew what kind of torment I was subjecting Vin to, and according to him, it was still not enough.

A frustrated growl slipped from me as I tore at the bite, shredding his neck. There was no way this scar was going to be clean and pretty like the one I’d given Sterling. I guess that was fitting. Sterling and I had had deep, beautiful bonding, so the pretty little scar that covered up my father’s mark was just as it should be. Vin and I, on the other hand, were a force of absolute destruction together, and we were bound to get caught in the flames that burned between us. So the savage scar that would forever mar his flesh was also a perfect representation of us. Damaged, but it would last forever.

“More!” My brutal prince roared, his cock still as hard as steel inside me.

“I’m fucking trying.”

No matter how much I dug into my claiming bite, it wasn’t working. I wasn’t causing him enough pain to fuel whatever form he intended to take on. But what could I do? At this rate, I’d rip his entire throat out. There was a time not so long ago when that idea would have tickled me pink. Now it just made me tremble and sweat.

I needed him.

And this plan of ours had to work.

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