Page 61 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“It’s okay. I want you to.”

It wasn’t until Sterling’s fingers slipped into the molten heat of my pussy that I recited—in heavy detail—how I had claimed Vincent Feral as my bonded mate.

The air in the car was heavy with the scent of lust, and it wasn’t all my own.

Corry shifted in his seat, his hand falling to his groin, where he adjusted himself in his jeans. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say she’s fine. I don’t think she’d be moaning or writhing like that if Vin had gone too hard on her.”

I was so absorbed by the way Sterling stroked me from the inside that I hadn’t even realized I was moaning. By now, he had probably decided I was fine because his touch was no longer clinical. His digits curled, hitting a spot that knocked a swollen whimper from my lips.

“That’s right, love,” Sterling cooed, arching close until there was no space left between us. On my other side, Corry was right there, lifting the hem of Erik’s shirt so he could watch his brother slide into me. “You were so brave tonight. But I want you to remember one thing for me, hmm? Can you do that?”

I gave a sloppy but eager nod.

“I want you to remember that if you ever place yourself in danger’s path again without sharing your plans with me first, I will keep you impaled on my body for the next decade, where I can keep an eye on you. Do you understand me?”

I groaned my agreement.

“Good girl,” he praised through a tight smile. “Eros, keep your eyes on the road, please,” the silver prince said as the car swerved.

“Come on, you can’t expect me to stare at the fucking road when you’re knuckles-deep in our girl. Let me pull over at least so we can properly fuck her.” His tongue stroked over his lip piercings as he gave a dark chuckle. “She’d look so pretty bent over the car hood, moonlight bathing that perfect ass. What do you think, Youngblood? You’re probably so hard up for it your dick’s ready to fall the fuck off.”

Before Corry or I could express our enthusiasm for the idea, Sterling’s voice rang out like a bell, crisp and final. “No. Not tonight. Miss Baxter needs rest.”

I didn’t know why, but there was something so sexy about how he referred to me as Miss Baxter while he was inside me. I panted as he withdrew from me, thinking it was over.

My thighs clenched when he sucked his fingers clean of me. He considered the flavor and gave a slight nod. “No blood. You’re fine.”

I didn’t feel fine at all. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand back to the mess he’d made of my sex. “If you won’t let us pull over, you better finish what you started, Silver Prince.”

A sensually wry smirk danced across his face as his hand dropped back to my center. “As my queen commands. So long as you continue telling us what happened.”

I flashed him a devious grin that took up my entire face. “Alright. I’ll start with how I peeled back every individual rib in Dr. Sharpe’s body before staking his exposed heart on the sword I stole from Erik Thorn.”

Chapter twenty-four

Joy Ride

JustasSterling’sfingertipsbegan to push inside me, he froze the moment I’d recited the brutal death I’d given his fellow Elder.

The atmosphere in the car shifted in an instant. Everything was tense and hushed. The only thing that stirred the silence was the roar of my heartbeat.

Corry and Eros swapped a look in the rearview mirror that I couldn’t read through the darkened car cab. With my legs spread, an ancient vampire stuffed knuckle deep inside me, I was in no position to piss him off.

But the ship had already sailed from that port, I guess, judging by the way Sterling’s moon-silver brows pinched into a terrifying scowl that created grooves in his marble-smooth features.

“You–you murdered Sharpe?” His voice was so low, as smooth as fine liquor, and just as intoxicating. He leaned into me, his stare so forceful that it gradually pushed me down as if he’d applied pressure to my chest. But apart from his index and middle fingers—which were still shoved half inside me—he didn’t touch me. I fell back into Corry’s lap, feeling his erection press against my head through his jeans.

“Oooh, you’ve done it now, babe.” Corry’s hand stroked my blood-crusted hair. His touch was comforting, his hand warm and gentle in my tangled trusses as he lightly massaged my scalp. It was a jarring contrast compared to where Sterling touched me.

He loomed over me, his knee coming to rest at my hip, the silver strands of his hair spilling over his ghostly gaze.

Was he angry?

Turned on?

I couldn’t tell. His stone mask was now impossible to read. It was as if someone had slashed my lungs with a knife because I couldn’t seem to get enough air into them. Every passing second thrust me closer to the brink of insanity. I needed more friction from him.

I wiggled my hips, grinding into the priest’s statue-still hand.

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