Sin Undone

“I’m sorry,” he said, instinctively trying to raise his hips to help her tug his pants down, but Eidolon had left the leg and waist bindings too tight for any movement. “I want to sink my teeth into your throat and drink until you scream for me to stop…”

Had he just said that? Fan-fucking-tastic. Looked like he was in for brief periods of clarity followed by fun moments of murderous insanity. Sin cocked a dark eyebrow at him. “You really know how to charm a girl.” Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, she turned back to his hips, where his cock was now free, the waistband of his scrubs sitting uncomfortably snug just beneath his balls. For some reason she seemed hesitant to touch him.

“What…” He swallowed, teeth clenched, because he was in a moment of nonhomicidal existence, and he wanted to stay there. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” She shook her head briskly and then gripped his shaft. The feel of her warm, soft palm on him made him moan, and her relieved smile made him do it again. “Now, Sin,” he whispered. “Before I lose control again.” Sin didn’t argue. She stepped out of her panties, careful to not let them catch on her two thigh holsters, hiked up her skirt, and climbed onto the bed. Straddling his hips, she guided him inside her. Oh, yeah… she was warm and wet, and her body was so made for this. Made for him. “Sin…”

“Shh.” She threw her head back and rode him. “I can’t… listen to your voice. Not now.” With every glide of her sex along his shaft, her boots rasped against his hips. He wanted to touch her, to take fistfuls of her blue-black locks and hold her for his kiss, his bite.

He howled in frustration, his fingers curled into his palms so hard it hurt. But the pleasure built, the waves of it growing larger and crashing into him faster as she rocked on top of him. She slapped her hands on his chest, digging in with her nails, clinging to him as little mewls erupted from her parted lips.

This was good, so freaking good. He strained, trying to pump his hips, match her rhythm. His fingers stretched, but all he could reach was the hilt of one of her daggers. If he could get it, he could cut himself free. Then he could have her the way he wanted to—

“Please,” she gasped. “Come.” His body obeyed, a slave to her desire. His climax was so fiery hot that his pleasure was almost pain. Sin cried out, her body arched, a long, graceful work of art. As the orgasm—actually, he thought she had three or four—waned, she shuddered and collapsed onto his chest. Inside, his heart went wild, as though it could get to her. But deeper, something more sinister awakened, the need to sink his teeth into her and drain every last drop of blood. If she inched up, just a little more, she’d be in range of his mouth—

“Con?”

“Hmm?” Just a little more—

“What are we going to do?”

Do? He was going to taste her… That’s what he was going to do. Sin swallowed hard enough for him to hear. He’d swallow, too, big, satin gulps… Stop it! “Con? Is there any way out of this bond?” Bond. Bond. Shit! Shocked out of his evil thoughts, he sucked in a sharp breath. Regret and pain and about a million other emotions twisted through him. They were truly fucked. His cock twitched inside her heat, as though adding on a silent, literally. She needed sex and could get it only from him, but he was blood addicted and would kill her if he wasn’t chained. They were in for a lifetime of, well… this.

And that was assuming his clan didn’t hunt her down and kill her.

“No,” he croaked.

She raised her head, her black eyes liquid. “So for the rest of my life, I’m basically as chained to you as I am to—” She broke off, but at the same moment, he noticed the collar around her neck. It was a warg collar, developed by the same demons who originally bred Feast wargs.

“What. The. Fuck?” His voice was so dark, so warped that he could barely understand it himself, and Sin sat up quickly. “Who enslaved you?” Her fingers flew up to touch the collar, and then she jerked them back and scrambled off him. “It’s just a dog collar. Current fashion.” “Don’t fucking lie to me!” he roared. He was going to kill the fucker. Whoever it was, he was dead. Except, Con couldn’t kill him. Couldn’t even feed the bastard his own teeth, because whatever he did to the master, the pain would be felt by Sin.