Page 42 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

Before, when it had happened, I’d been transfixed by that side of him I’d never seen before…and a little terrified.

Here, fear was non-existent. As I clawed at his shoulders, feeling powerful like a fucking queen should, there was only bliss.

The male between my legs was right where he belonged.

Mine. All fuckingmine.

Magical energy raged around us like a maelstrom, leaving us untouched in the eye of it. The inky shadows of my mate’s mind bled from the walls of his consciousness, coiling around my limbs.

Being in his mind like this was amazing. Here, the possibilities were endless. We weren’t bound by the restrictions of reality. In real life, there were only so many ways to express love. Words, gifts—or other physical gestures—or mind-blowing sex.

All that was great and all, but what if I could do something a little more? Like, show Sterling something he loved that he’d never seen before?

It was time to change the scene.

I morphed the world around us to a place I knew he loved but he’d never seen with his own eyes.

His library.

I threw every bit of my imagination into the scene, from the old colonial-style furniture to the haphazard stacks of books scattered between the packed shelves to the scents of leather and ancient paper.

We lay on the floor with one of the enormous windows a few feet from our heads. The curtains were drawn with the moon high in a cloudless sky, painting us with a square of pallid light that poured in through the glass. And beyond that, the ocean.

Sterling was too absorbed in the meal he took between the cradle of my thighs to notice…until I had the moon setting with the sun slowly rising, staining the sky in glorious hues of orange and pink.

I wanted him to see the sun.

“Ster.” I patted his head, and he glanced up, my blood streaking down his chin. “Look… Look at the sunrise.”

Chapter eighteen

To Hunt a Goddess

Foranormalblindman seeing the sunrise for the first time, the experience would be nothing short of miraculous. But for a full-blooded vampire like Sterling, the sun was death embodied. Of course, in the sanctuary of his mind, he had nothing to worry about. Here, the sun was as harmless to my silver prince as it was a thousand years ago.

It hadn’t occurred to me that his vampiric instincts wouldn’t know the difference.

As the sun rose over the ocean at my beckon and the moon set, the square of light streaming through the window turned from silver to a soft shimmering gold.

Sterling’s hazed-over pupils shrunk to pinpoints. On the next beat, he jolted back, moving so suddenly that in a blink he was standing with his back pressed against a bookshelf, its yawning shadows shrouding him from the light painting the rest of the library.

Normally, Sterling was so regal and composed. But seeing his chest heave and his teeth bared like a cornered animal, with his eyes on the sunlight as it ebbed toward his toes, my heart broke.

“Ster, it’s alright.” I slowly rose to my feet, hiking my nightgown higher on my shoulders while smoothing the hem back down over my hips. “You can come out. It won’t hurt you.”

It wasn’t until I held my hand out to him that his attention snapped back to me. His eyes widened, his jaw dropping at the sight of me bathed in daylight. My heartbeat quickened at the way his fear disintegrated on his face, and in its place was a look of awe.

“You look more like a goddess right now than the princess of the night.”

I brandished a coy smirk, relief winding through my muscles as I felt his do the same. “A goddess, huh? I like the sound of that. Sounds less stressful than being queen. What do I rule over?”

He took a tentative step forward while sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweats—maybe to hide the fact that they were shaking—as he came toward the light. But he kept his attention firmly fastened on me, taking another step and then another.

“This house. This land. Our people.” He paused, stopping just outside the window’s reach and the square of sunshine on the rug. We were so close that if I reached out, I could touch him. “Me. My brothers,” he finished after a breath.

My smile spread wider. “I’ll rule over those things as queen.”

His eyes twinkled with a golden light that had nothing to do with the daylight at my back. It came from within. Glittering brightly through the windows of his eyes was the gold fusing his broken pieces together.

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