Page 76 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

This was a man who loved me with his whole heart. Gentle and kind and hilarious. But in the same breath, his bloodlust could override all that. That dangerous little fact of my dark reality would always be at the back of my mind.

And it made the prospect of fucking him that much more intoxicating.

“I–I can handle you. I can take everything you have to give me.”

As I spoke, I flexed my hips to work the shower fixture deeper inside me. The sensation of the heated water gushing inside me reminded me of Vincent’s true form coming undone while I was wrapped around him. So much liquid. I hadn’t been able to contain it all. It had spurted out onto my thighs, leaving me feeling properly filthy and full to the brim.

I moaned at the combination of the memory and the lick of water rushing down my walls.

“I need more.” The showerhead was nice, but it didn’t compare to the flesh and blood of a virile male. “I need you inside me.”

What I probably needed was another shower after this. The steam combined with the radiant heat seeping into me from Corry’s body and the sweltering warmth of the water inside me made my body sweat, a thin, feverish sheen swaddling my flushed skin.

I reached between my legs to find Corry’s erection. His guttural grunt feathered my ear when my fingers found their mark. I brought his tip to my sex, thinking my lover would pull the showerhead away from me now that we had something better to fuck me with. But he didn’t retreat or even cease his assault. In fact, Corry knocked a gasp of surprise from me by pushing the sleek metal fixture deeper inside my core until there was no space left for it to go. ”Arrrgh,God.”

Taking his free hand from my breast, his grip clamped around my wrist, plucking my hand from his cock. Intrigue and arousal burned me up, slowly and sensually. I allowed him to guide my hand to my collarbone, his hand caressing mine as we both simultaneously gripped my throat.

“Not yet,” he ground out in my ear. “I want this pussy properly cleaned before I fuck it.”

The humidity was turning brutal. Sweat poured down my body. My lust was driving me to the crux of madness, to where I was considering releasing pheromones I knew would bash down the youngblood’s restraint like a battering ram.

But if he could show control enough to tease this out and make this magical moment last for us, I could, too.

“With four mates, my cunt is going to be filthy.” I sagged against him, my slick back slipping a few inches down his chest so my head was against his bicep. I peeked up at him through the screen of wet strands, shooting him my most provocative grin. “And I think that’s exactly what you like, Cor.”

His expression grew exotically dark, crimson eyes blistering from the heat banked within them. “How do you figure that?”

“The first clue was how excited you got in the car last night when I invited you to touch me while Sterling was inside me. Then, when you sucked my flavor off Sterling’s fingers, you got very hard. You were basically skull fucking me with that thing. A gun to the head would have been more subtle. Then in bed last night, you got mighty interested in my public mating with Vincent. You don’t just tolerate the idea of sharing me with your brothers, you’re turned on by it.”

I veered my head to the side so I could look at him, our interlaced fingers pulling tighter around my windpipe. The pleasure of the asphyxiation brought stars to my eyes, and the sight of Corry’s bloody half-smirk confirmed my suspicions.

“It drives me crazy knowing how much you crave our need to mate and breed you. You can’t seem to get enough dick. We all love the challenge you’ve given us for the next few centuries.”

“And what challenge is that, Youngblood?”

“The very tall but extremely fun task of trying to sate our queen’s hunger.” Midway through his sentence, he pulled the showerhead from my slick heat, leaving me with a sudden gaping emptiness. Though my disappointment almost immediately washed away as he directed the intense spray of water on my clit.

“Shit!” My head thrashed against my shoulder, my frame spasming, hot shimmering liquid sparking the most delicious fire over my flesh.

I came suddenly, violently, and he wasn’t even touching my sex anymore. The burst of pleasure was all from his perfectly angled wrist and the barrage of water. I closed my eyes and cupped my center, my limbs jerking as the climax shot through me, leaving no part of me untouched.

“That’s it, Red. Christ, you’re so pretty when you cum.”

I exhaled, my muscles turning to putty against my prince to the point where I wouldn’t be surprised if some fragment of myself had gotten fused to him in the heat of it all. And that was all accomplished with not a single mating mark exchanged. He hadn’t even properly fucked me.

“I’m not sated yet,” I said, peeling my eyes open to strike him with a sinful stare. “You haven’t given me all of you. And we’ve established that I’m a greedy kind of princess.”

He pressed a kiss to where he’d bitten me and lapped up the last traces of blood as the wound was already stitching shut. His mouth wasn’t finished with me yet, though, not by the wandering path of fang-filled kisses he trailed to my ear. Together, our laced fingers slipped from my throat to caress my pounding heart.

“I will. I promise I’m all yours. But first, tell me your darkest fantasies. What does a half-blood vampire princess with four mates dream about?”

My darkest fantasies?Pah. I had too many to count. And that wasn’t some slutty flex. There really were too many dirty scenarios my perverted mind tossed around to keep track of them all.

But of course, there were my favorites. The ones that flashed to mind even if super important political shit was going on. The fantasies that wouldn’t leave me alone until I played them out.

The first summoned to mind was the most recent one.

Vincent coming back home, his huge, feathered fae form bathed head to toe in the blood of my brother with his freshly plucked heart clutched in the mammoth hand of my brutal, otherworldly mate. To hell with flowers. Feral bringing me the hearts of my enemies was the golden ticket way to get me hot and bothered enough to allow him to breed me. It was a reckless deal to strike with the wicked male, but hey. If Vincent came back from his mission with nothing to show for it, I’d be pissed. If he came back with my brother’s heart as a souvenir, I’d still be annoyed that he went off without telling me. But I’d also let him claim his prize right then and there, no matter where we were or who watched.

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