Page 67 of Tears of Revenge

His response was nothing more than a primal snarl, Avalon’s fangs piercing his skin and the warmth of her antidote spreading through his veins. For a split second, he forgot himself, losing himself in her drug. Then she impatiently rolled her hips and as if on cue, his cock jerked inside her. He held her by her hips, lifting her slightly before impaling her on his cock once more. The combination of his impending orgasm and Avalon’s antidote coursing through his body had him floating. He took her hard and fast, that knot in his stomach tightening. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take his time—not like this.

“Shh,” he hushed, quickening his pace. “Take it easy on me, little dove.”

Her feed slowed, but that didn’t stop the antidote. Behind the veil of lust, he knew he was close. He’d done nothing to aid her own climax but he was too close to stop. His skin tingled, pace falling uneven and fireworks popping off across his skin.

He came with a roar, filling her with a hot rush of cum and letting his forehead rest against the wall. Avalon drank a bit more, humming against his skin as he rode out the last of his orgasm. Then she extracted her fangs, sealed the bite, and gave him a gentle kiss. He sank to his knees, holding onto her tightly. Avalon welcomed the embrace and nuzzled into his neck.

He simply soaked in her presence, tracing over the ridges of her spine. Being alone with her felt good. He wasn’t jealous by any means but being alone with her felt… special.

“I have something to confess to you.”

“What’s that, Varos?”

“When I was in your apartment, I was looking for your charging cables in the nightstand. I didn’t mean to spy, but a silky bag caught my attention.”

Avalon giggled, though she stiffened slightly beneath him.

“I peeked inside.”

“Of course you did.” She didn’t seem upset but judging by the way she nuzzled into his neck, she was clearly embarrassed by the situation.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I had my suspicions.”

“I ordered one—for you to have here.”

“You’re making this worse,” she laughed, keeping her face hidden from him.

“I wasn’t going to tell you, thought it was a terrible and invasive idea, but this is the second time you haven’t come while being with me.”

“It’s okay. I enjoyed myself.”

“But—”

She sighed, rearing her head back and holding a finger to his lips to silence him. “While I was with Troy, I learned to fake it. As if I could orgasm from his slightest touch. He liked it that way, would be frustrated if I didn’t come. After I left him, I had trouble.”

Avalon kept her gaze down. He didn’t dare move, her finger travelling over his lips and cheek, curling around to cup his face. It was a light touch, as if she barely even realised what she was doing.

“I thought something was wrong with me. So, I looked it up, read a lot about it and realised that though most women enjoy their counterparts most also don’t come easily.” Their eyes finally met, Avalon’s lips twitching into a shy smile. “I’m not upset that I didn’t orgasm. The greatest gift is that you don’t force me to pretend. I can be vulnerable with you, without being afraid that you will use it against me.”

He reached up and mirrored her touch, letting her lean into his palm. “Every second you share with me, I feel blessed. I turned you without consent, made you into something you never asked for, yet here you are: trusting me. It should contradict itself, yet you are in my arms allowing me to be with you.”

“I’m not going to lie, I don’t know how to feel about being a vampire. But I enjoy being with you—all three of you. It feels good. Not that it didn’t beforehand, I enjoyed the time we spent together.”

“Now it is without secrets.”

Avalon’s expression softened. “Exactly. That makes it even better.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, relishing the moment and the trust she was pouring into him.

“I want to know more about you,” Avalon whispered. “But I’m not sure how much you are willing to share with me.”

“Anything you want to know, is yours.”

“You say that now, but if you find my questions hard to answer or you simply don’t want to, just tell me.”

He didn’t move, content in holding her there in his lap. “Of course.”