Page 25 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

Holy Mother ofGod.

By what unholy miracle did I still possess the ability to walk after the night I’d spent beneath Vincent Feral and his magical, shape-shifting cock? I wouldn’t be too shocked if the MMA fighter’s fists weren’t the only part of his bare body registered as a lethal weapon.

Snickering against my lips with a sudden thrust of his hips, he jabbed me hard enough to leave a bruise. When my lips parted on a whimper, his tongue darted forward to slip inside me. I clamped my teeth down on the uninvited appendage, my fangs dropping to pierce him.

A throaty growl, rough with a mix of hunger and pain, filled me.

“Gi-fh me your mouth, lithle monter,” he snarled, his voice fragmented and muddled from the fact that my fangs held his tongue captive. Now it was my turn to snicker, watching as he winced when the movement drove my fangs deeper into his flesh. The snicker turned to a purr the next moment when the flavor of his magical blood seeped into my taste buds.

The dark fae’s blood was a dangerous drug. Even just a few drops of the lethal male heightened my senses and reinforced my bones, and my own chaos flared hot and bright within me like a witch’s potion spiked with its final ingredient.

When I moaned against him, his thick arms banded around me, greedy hands helping themselves to my ass cheeks. I still wore the yellow dress, though it was badly torn after the night’s events. Cool air rushed between my intimate parts as he spread my cheeks apart, freeing some of my feminine scent.

Corry and Eros both groaned in the background. “Bro. This is the weirdest, hottest shit I’ve seen in a long time,” the youngblood said, his voice strained with his own hunger. “And I’m subscribed to some weird-ass porn sites. But, er, maybe we shouldn’t be fucking her if Master can pick up on some of her thoughts?”

‘“Leth him sthee,” Vincent rumbled, yanking me so tight against him that I could barely breathe.

My father wasn’t in my head anymore. I’d broken the spell somehow. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t come back, but he wasn’t there now. It’s not like I could tell them that, though. Not with Vincent’s tongue pinned between my teeth as his blood oozed into my mouth, over my lips, and dripped down my chin.

Focus, focus, focus,I silently repeated to myself. Gathering every drop of willpower I possessed, I unhinged my jaw and shoved him away. The male stumbled back, looking almost as blitzed out as I felt from the brief blood connection.

He wiped the stray beads of black dribbling down from his mouth with the back of his arm. He straightened to his full height. “You know what you are, Ruby Renada? You’re the most vicious, ruthless, stubborn-as-fuck, infuriatingly gorgeous, ball-crushingmadwoman I’ve ever had the dick-tickling pleasure of tasting.”

I met his ear-to-ear grin, dripping with masculine arrogance, with an equally deranged smile. “And you’re a two-hundred-and-something-pound pain in my ass. But speaking of my flavor—since you brought it up—I do taste good, don’t I? Better than good. I know you crave me to the point of insanity, Feral. You can’t hide it anymore. So, if you ever want to put your mouth on my body again,” —I sent him an overtly sweet and serpentine bat of my lashes— “whether it’s to taste my blood or my pussy, you’ll answer myfuckingquestion.”

I ambled back over to Vincent, my chest pressing against his, while Eros stood so close to us, his heat licked over my curves. Meanwhile, Corry watched, transfixed from the other end of the bed.

“Tell me what you’re hiding about my father, and I’ll not only allow you to keep my mark, but I’ll also give you a small taste of how you came to wear it.”

Chapter eleven

Ace Up the Sleeve

IheldVincent’sintensestare????—his irises bleeding into that telltale hue of a vampire’s desire?—as I pushed him down onto my bed. The mattress groaned beneath his weight, which was the only sound in the room, as everything else seemed to hold its breath in anticipation.

With my prince on his back and his legs crooked over the edge of the bed, I arched over him, standing between his parted thighs with my hands braced against his pectorals. Battle-honed muscles flexed beneath my palms, straining against his skin like they were trying to break free.

Vincent Feral was savagely gorgeous. A female’s darkest dreams with the contour of his pronounced muscles, the unkempt mess of his inky locks, and the dramatic cut of the juncture between his hips and waist. Not to mention it was topped with the mouthwatering detail of the dark veins of his Adonis belt snaking beneath his jeans.

Spread out for me on my bed, my mate’s body was made for sin that only the product of the devil could produce. Resisting temptation was impossible. We fed off one another, as fast growing and untamable as a dead-of-summer wildfire. Like a moth to firelight, I found myself caught in his lethal allure.

On the next breath, the tension between us shifted and transformed, leaving me thunderstruck with a discordant blend that was mournful and sultry at the same time.

My heart rate careened into a gallop as Vin’s gaze flickered with something harsh and turbulent etched in the shadows that the moonlight cast on his face. That’s when I realized this sudden shift in the air had nothing to do with the energy in the room.

This was coming from my bond with Vincent. I was feeling whathewas feeling.

It tugged on my chest, an invisible tether luring me closer like a siren’s song.

My insides pulsed and clenched as I met his stare. Drawn deep into the pools of his eyes, the secret he held was there, glittering like treasure lodged in the sands of a lakebed.

I wondered if retrieving it was worth the risk of drowning.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to center myself.

I was surprised the monstrous instincts currently in the driver’s seat hadn’t opted to punish him for breaking his promise. No more lies. No more secrets. That was the deal. I’d be within my rights to tear off the scrap of flesh carrying my mark. It would make for great wrapping paper for his severed balls.

I didn’t opt for that route, though. By the soul-wrenching weight on our bond that lit my body on fire, I now knew why.

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