Page 59 of Tears of Revenge

“Varos,” she scolded.

He opened his eyes to see his friend sitting back and licking his lips.

“I know, little dove, but I need you.” And with that Varos’s pants hit the floor and his cock was in his hands.

Avalon shifted, offering herself to Varos while keeping her grip on his cock. Marcus took the opportunity to work her clit, her body vibrating in response. Varos pushed through, sinking his fangs into her neck once more.

Closing his eyes, Marcus fell into a daze, quivering in response to her soft touches along his shaft. In return, he spoiled her clit with fast strokes. He loved how her body rocked back and forth between them, bucking into his hand and rolling back onto Varos. Avalon braced herself with one hand behind Marcus’s head, lips teasing along his shoulder until her fangs tickled his skin.

Then she was embedded deep in his flesh, her antidote pouring through his veins like soothing ointment to a burn. He quickened his pace, using the other hand to tighten her grip on his cock and show her exactly how he liked it. She let him use her, wanted him to do it. Their sweet little dove was eager to learn. He jolted in her hands, her body rocking against his as she drained his neck. Varos groaned, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.

His body wanted, needed the release. His toes curled and his muscles tensed, but he didn’t want to come without her. He increased pressure on his fingers, relishing in the muffled cry that earned him.

Avalon came first, her body shaking through her orgasm and her legs giving out. Varos held her up, fucking her hard until he spilled deep inside her. Marcus pumped his hips into her willing hand, finding his own release, cum spilling through her fingers. Fireworks shot through his system.

Avalon finally collapsed onto him, completely and utterly sated.

Varos, like the gentleman he was, was already cleaning her up. Marcus opened his eyes, nearly losing it again at the sight of Avalon licking her bloody fingers clean.

Knowing exactly what he was thinking, Varos chuckled and gently kissed Avalon’s hair. “You did so well.”

“You both feel good,” she whispered, her lips in a lazy smile and her eyes threatening to shut.

“And taste good too,” Marcus laughed, taking the cloth Varos was offering him. “Would you like me to run you a bath?”

Avalon shook her head. “I think I’ll just shower off.” She stretched before standing up and pulling the sweater back over her head, then happily strutted out of the room.

Twenty-One

Lysander

He’d been more than happy to stop at a garden centre. A very sweet woman had helped him pick out some new roses, along with a few other things for Avalon to try. With the car fully packed with greens and tools, he returned home.

He was glad to see that she was no longer frozen in the garden. He was heading for his room to shower and change when he found her. The second their eyes locked, Avalon froze like a deer in headlights. Her hair was a mess, the sweater she was wearing barely covered her ass, leaving those long legs in full view. By the looks of it and the faint blood smears on her legs, Marcus and Varos had found a way to lure her from the garden back into the house.

Though he was upset that he’d missed it, he wasn’t… jealous. He was just happy to see her satisfied, even though she was embarrassed to be caught. He smirked, leisurely closing the distance between them.

“I heard you wanted to try some gardening.” Once within arm’s reach, he reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I stopped at the garden centre on the way home. Thought we could spend the evening out in the sun.”

His heart raced, his lungs seemingly forgetting how to function. Avalon tilted her chin up so she could look at him, her body so still that not even her eyes blinked. He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, allowing himself just a moment to rake his eyes over her body. She looked breathtaking.

“Is that something you would like to do tonight?”

Avalon opened her mouth, but didn’t speak. He couldn’t help but drag his thumb over that pouty bottom lip. They were still damp. Had they kissed her? Or were these dick-swollen lips? Maybe she’d even fed.

“I do think we should change first,” he suggested.

“I, um…” she stammered. “I was about to shower.”

“Mind if I join?”

“In the shower?”

How was she so sexy yet so damn adorable? “Only if you allow, of course.”

“I…”

“There’s no wrong answer, Ava. We can always meet outside after if you don’t feel up to the company.”