Gluttony (Seven Deadly Sins #1)

by January Rayne

Even as the red pools at my feet, tempting my fangs and my hunger, I will not give in.

I stare into the man’s eyes, something so familiar about them pulls at me again, but I ignore the sensation.

I might be a monster, but I refuse to be a murderer.

Not many covens have their own coven witch anymore due to them being hunted and burned at the stake, but the Monreaux’s are different. They are the most powerful coven in existence, not only because they have a witch, but they have a Wildes witch. The strongest witch known in the paranormal world.

“May your souls be trapped in bone and flame. I, Sarah Wildes, sister of the earth, damn thee for your gluttonous ways,” she yells over the booming of thunder, the magic pulsating from her palms slowly receding back into her veins.

Loneliness is a disease that sickens you. The only cure is to learn to love your own company because counting on anyone else will leave you more isolated.

I ache for human touch and interaction, but aching is better than being broken by someone hurting me.

Last, but not least, the one every vampire craves more than life itself. Eternity. Vampires can live forever when they meet and mate with their beloved.

I pause, turning my head to see if I’m scenting what I think I am. Slamming the door, I stand there, tilting my head back as the warmth rushes through me. The smell itself is slight, as if the wind has traveled miles to bring it to me. My cock awakens, hardening in my pants while my mouth waters for the person this scent belongs to. My eyes shift to crimson, my vision tinting red as hunger grows. Who the fuck is this? I need them.

Hope is dangerous. Hope is a fantasy, a dream. I’ve been damned for so long that I’ve forgotten what hope even feels like.

I bet his hair is soft like silk. It’s been so long since I’ve been with another man— another person at all, that I’ve forgotten what intimacy is like. I bet his body would melt against mine as if he is made to be there. Beloved.

Somehow, somewhere, a Grandie slipped through my fingers, and by some miracle, the descendant is in front of me. My Beloved.

I can’t rewrite history, but maybe if I’m lucky, I can make his future better than his past. And we can carve our own names in the universe. We can etch our love into the stars, into the earth, and we can be together forever. Then, history will be made right again. And the Grandie’s will finally get to live. Forever.

Dusting off my jeans, I slip the key into the lock when my eyes catch on a man in the reflection of the glass. He’s standing right behind me. I gasp, spinning around so fast I get dizzy, but no one is there.

This is it. Tonight, I’ll get to know my mate. I should have kidnapped him from his work and taken him to my house. That would have been a lot easier. It’s how we did things all those years ago, but times have changed. Apparently, kidnapping is wrong. Pity.

“Oh my God, he’s coming over here. What do I do? Let’s go. I need to go. Let’s run,” I blurt, a bit panicked. Sweat beads on my upper lip and I wipe it away.

The man could be a model. And I’m just… me. Messy hair. Messy life. Me.

“I plan on being so much more than your friend, Ollie.” He tugs at one of my estranged curls. “I plan on consuming you and every inch of your life. I’m going to be the man you come to when you need help, when you need to be touched, when you need someone other than yourself. I’m going to make you love me. That’s my plan.”

“You’re afraid of me,” he frowns, leaning back to give me some space. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so intense. I feel very big emotions for you already, Kitten. I apologize for coming on so strong.”

We aren’t dancing. Not at this point. We are holding one another, and I am starting to wonder if he really is interested in me. If he isn’t, he is an amazing actor, but it doesn’t feel like a lie. This feels... beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I want to give him everything. I have no idea why, but I feel made for him. It’s ridiculous and maybe I’m swept up in this moment of heat, but I don’t care. I need to feel him against me, on me, inside me.

“You have no idea how much that pleases me, Kitten, knowing I’ll be your first.” “You sound so confident I’ll have sex with you.”

“Hey, Mr. Hanks.” Who the fuck is that? Does he have another man in there? I’m about to kick the door down, my jealousy too strong to deny when I hear a ‘meow’ answer him. A cat. My shoulders slump in relief.

How is he alive? How has he survived all this time? The world must have been a cruel mistress to him to be living in such hazardous conditions. And it’s all my fault.

If I had it my way, I’d be moving him into my house right now. He’ll never want again. I’ll give him everything before he even knows he needs it.

“Meow.” I hiss, flashing my fangs at the orange cat rubbing against my leg. It’s cute. I guess. I squat, gripping Mr. Hanks’ chin to force his big copper eyes to look at me. “Tell me all your secrets, feline.” “Meow.” I shift through his memories, chuckling when all I see is love for food and Ollie. “Fine. You’re okay, for now.” I pat his head, stand, and then point at him. “But make no mistake, kitty. If you hurt him in any way, your fangs are mine. Got it?”

“I promise from here on out, you’ll never suffer again. You are my love, my heart, my chance to right all my wrongs. And even if it kills me, I won’t feed from you. I won’t be like my coven. I won’t steal from you. Only if you offer your blood to me, that is when I’ll take it.”

“You are my dream, which is so much better than any reality.”

“You do not need to beg, Kitten. I will give you everything you want, but there are things you have to know before we go any further. Like how I knew you needed me—” “—Why your eyes are red? Why can you move so fast? Why does your touch feel so fucking good? Why do you have fangs? Questions like that?”

He is the master, the controller, the puppeteer. And I am the object he uses to his advantage.

I can’t take my time anymore. His heat has thrown me into a rut. Sneering, I forcefully turn his head to expose his neck, and growl before sinking my teeth into his throat. With the first drag of his blood, I ram my cock in to the hilt.

Fucking Christ, the thought of him round with my son or daughter has me increasing my speed, our skins slapping.

“Good boy taking my cock like this. You love it, don’t you? You love knowing I can give more than any human can.” “Yes, Daddy. Yes!”

“You’re so fucking pretty, Oliver. I don’t think you know how gorgeous you look sitting on top of me. You belong up there, riding my cock, owning it, claiming it as yours.”

Ambrose inhales, his eyes landing on me before dropping to my stomach. His chest rises and falls in a rapid rhythm.

“They are fine. I’m going to mystify them, so they don’t remember this. It isn’t them that is pregnant,” Ambrose states, placing a hand over my stomach. “It’s you, Kitten.” A hysterical laugh works its way up my throat before I pass out.

“You’re gluttonous when it comes to me, aren’t you?”