Page 98 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

He loved the fact that I’d marked him twice. And on the base of his cock, of all places. It was so freaking obvious by the way he looked...and holy fuck, what a look it was. Like he wanted to rip open my chest and devour my soul. To own, dominate and fuck every part of me.

“You’ve marked me twice now, Princess. You know what story that paints?”

“That you’re my bitch?” All the lust was going to my head, and I didn’t care. I was drunk on the way his rapacious gaze held me.

“It states the opposite, actually.” His cocky smirk curled against my cheek as his fingers curved over my throat. When the pad of his thumb stroked over Sterling’s marks?—with the perfect amount of pressure?—a filthy moan leaked past my lips. “When a vampire marks a mate multiple times, it’s considered a sign of weakness. It suggests they can’t control themselves when it comes to their mate. That they are more than a partner. They’re your obsession.” He shoved his nose into my hair and inhaled, fingertips digging deeper into my throat, causing me to choke. “Is that what I am to you, little monster? Your addiction?”

“Y–yes,” I groaned on a heated breath.

“Then, should I give you a taste of me?”

“Fuck a taste. Give me everything, dammit.”

The low cackle he made into my ear had more fire stabbing through my core. “That might hurt.”

“Good.”

Chapter forty-three

Sullied Bonds

ThenextthingIknew, my world was spinning.

Vincent bent me over, so I was lying with my stomach flat against the top of a large tombstone—a block of square marble. Its smooth ice-cold surface against my belly, with Vincent’s hard wicked heat behind me, was a jolt to my system.

The fae placed a foot alongside mine and kicked it, spreading my legs wider, and wrenched up the hem of my dress.

I felt his eyes hot on my bare ass, and a cruel laugh rumbled from him when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. His hand smoothed over the curve of my rear and gave it a squeeze.

“Why?”

My pulse spiked at his bone-quaking voice, the voice of my monster. My mate. It was that voice that crawled beneath my skin and wrenched me open so that every bit of me was on full display.

“The priest,” I panted on a string of tumbling breaths. “He doesn’t like me to wear them.”

“The priest,” Vin sneered, his more primal side making his opinion of the other male clear. “He’s already made a mess of this.” His fingers spliced through my folds, a thick moan rolling from me and bouncing off the marble to tease my lips.

Then his fingers slid to the crusted lettering that Sterling had painted with his blood and the tip of his finger. “Leaving you covered in cum and blood. And they call me the animal.”

Unholy fire slammed through my veins. Moisture slipped down my thighs, and I knew it wasn’t all rainfall. On the next hammer of my heart, the head of his cock pressed against my opening.

The air seized in my lungs. My head whirled.

He nudged his hips forward—just an inch or two slipping in. The stretch was painful. It was bliss. It was fucking everything my body had been screaming for.

Then he sunk the rest of himself in with one savage thrust. It was perfectly graceless, messy. So wrong, it was right.

A scream shred my throat as my toes curled in my boots. With a second thrust, as hard as the first, the next sound he knocked from me was an unbridled moan.

“Such a good little monster. You can take me, all of me, no matter how large my cock gets. Know why?” His hand splayed over the small of my back and held me down against the marble as he fucked into me from behind. “Because your pussy was made for me, Princess. It’s mine.” His voice was low and grated like gravel as it reverberated through my entire body.

There was that possessive streak again. Even in this unhinged state, I wanted to tell him I wasn’t just his. I belonged to his brothers, too. But his rabid thrusting knocked back my rebuttal. It didn’t surprise me how possessive he was being, especially in this monstrous state. Dark fae didn’t share.

“Claim me,” I said, practically wheezing from the lack of air he’d pummeled from me. “Do it. Just don’t cover anyone else’s. Especially Sterling’s. He’ll kill you if you do.”

Of all the things I could have said that wouldn’t have phased him, that wasn’t one of them. I should have stayed clear of provoking his possessive fae side, but no matter what form I was in or how deeply I’d succumb to it, I couldn’t help poking the bear.

“No.”

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