Page 84 of Tears of Revenge
“Shh,” Lysander hushed, running his fingers through her hair. “Remember how much you enjoyed it.”
Marcus sucked on her clit, circling his tongue around her. She moaned, riding his mouth and rocking back onto his thumb. He distracted her with his mouth while he claimed more and more of her.
Then, as if she’d been shocked, Avalon reeled off Lysander with a pop and searched the room. He followed her gaze and saw Varos grinning at them as he stroked his cock.
“You look so beautiful, little dove,” Varos hummed, not making any move to stand and join them. “Let them spoil you. You look so delicious when they do.”
Avalon’s mouth twitched into a smile. She watched Varos please himself, licking her lips. She took her time, only returning to Lysander’s thigh when she felt Marcus push deeper. He pulled back, giving her swollen clit a break. He quickly nicked the tip of his thumb with his fang and used the blood as lube. She tensed around him again when he pushed in, and his dick throbbed with envy.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, little dove.” He ducked down, licking a path from her entrance to her clit where he continued pleasing her.
Tilting his head, he saw that she’d sucked Lysander’s cock into her mouth. He loved how free she seemed to be with them, how she took what she needed and loved how relaxed she was when they pleased her. It was a gift he would treasure for all eternity.
Before she knew it, he was fucking her with two fingers, then three as he prepped her to take his cock. She moaned and arched her back, seeking out his mouth. He watched, working his length with his free hand as she took turns feeding on Lysander, sucking his dick, and then watching Varos pump his cock.
When he thought she was ready, he sat back on his heels and licked his lips. “I want you to sit on my lap. Can you do that?”
Avalon considered his words, but hesitated.
“You’ll see where we’re going.”
After another moment of silent deliberation—and one well-practised move from Marcus’s fingers—she nodded and rose onto her knees. He moved too, leaning his shoulders against the headboard.
“Face Lysander,” Marcus instructed.
Once Avalon was settled with her gorgeous ass just inches away from his cock, he positioned her over his tip. She stiffened when he pushed through, but Marcus encouraged her by rubbing soothing circles over the small of her back and handing over complete control. It was up to her now. Marcus spread his legs, bending them to make room for Lysander. Avalon took her time, holding onto his knees while Lysander worked his cock, his other hand in her hair. Lysander guided her to his neck, groaning as she pumped him full of her drug.
Varos was still watching, enjoying the view and casually stroking his dick. With each inch Avalon gifted to him, he had to grit his teeth so he didn’t come too soon. He continued to rub over her back while his other hand sought out her clit. He pressed down, and was rewarded with another inch. The faster he pleased her, the more she gave him until she was fully seated.
“Come here, sweet Avalon, so Lysander can have you too,” he hummed, pushing his hips forward.
The new angle had her laying on his torso. With both arms wrapped around her, he pushed under her shirt to cup her breast and left the other hand on her clit.
Avalon groaned, annoyed that she had to move. She shifted a little, and the movement nearly finished him off. His little dove was so fucking tight that anything she did would make him lose his mind. His body was on edge, constantly fighting his orgasm.
“Good, just like that,” he praised as she let herself fall on him. “You feel so good, little dove.”
Lysander leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’ll be gentle.”
Then Marcus felt the pressure on his shaft increase. “Fuck,” he groaned with a tremble in his tone. He wasn’t going to last.
Lysander grinned and slowly pushed in deeper, making Avalon whimper softly.
“Do you want me to go slower?”
She nodded, her hands gripping onto Lysander’s waist, her claws puncturing his skin. He pulled back, easing the pressure on both of them.
“This isn’t going to last long,” he warned, leaning forward to drag his fangs across Avalon’s neck. Her right hand reached up and combed through his hair, soothing him. “You feel so damn good.”
He nearly choked when Lysander pushed in, this time much deeper. Lysander moved slowly but he was so close he was nearing tears. Avalon’s ass grinding onto him as Lysander started to slow fuck her didn’t help. It felt as if his whole body was on fire, electricity sizzling through him. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy her as much as he could, but losing himself would mean losing control.
“Come,” she ordered, her fingers still roaming through his hair. “It’s okay.”
“I’ve barely had you,” he pressed out between his teeth, hanging on by a thread.
“You promised me eternity.” Then her voice became even more demanding. “Come, Marcus. Now.”
Marcus clenched down on his fangs, cock swelling and spilling inside her. His mind exploded, fireworks prickling over his skin. He rocked through his orgasm, the clench of Avalon’s ass and the drag of Lysander’s shaft against his sending his body into overdrive. The moment his cock softened, Lysander chased his own climax, fucking into Avalon with an almost inhuman pace. Marcus held her tight, her body rocking on top of his. He worked her clit, every little sound coming from her music to his ears. Varos rushed to the bedside, tilting her chin and burying himself in her mouth to spill down her throat. Avalon sucked him down, swallowing every drop. The image sent Lysander over the edge. He came with a growl, the only one of them panting for air. Once Avalon’s body stilled, he could feel her quiver in his hold.