Page 85 of Tears of Revenge

He retracted his fangs and let his softened cock slip free, settling Avalon on the mattress between his thighs. “Eternity.”

“Eternity,” she repeated and gratefully accepted the cloth Varos offered her.

Varos leaned down and kissed her while Lysander scooted back to give her space.

“I messed up the sheets,” she frowned, scrambling off the bed.

“I believe that was Marcus, so he should be the one cleaning it up,” Lysander laughed.

Now Marcus was frowning too. “Like you didn’t come inside her too.”

“I don’t stain the fabric red.” And with that Lysander stood up and rushed after Avalon into the bathroom, leaving a pouting Marcus to change the sheets.

Thirty

Avalon

She stood in front of the locked dungeon door, focusing all her senses on the silver burning into her hands. The mouthwatering scent of Troy’s blood already seeped through the cracks, but she could control herself better now. She’d lost track of how many times she’d come down the stairs, but with each trip she was able to withstand her urges longer. It was just seconds more, but she tried to remind herself that even the smallest steps were still a move in the right direction.

She gave Marcus a quick nod, who opened the door and stepped in first. He was Troy’s shield, protecting him from her monstrous instincts. Of course, Marcus only did it because it was what she wanted. He’d happily sit back and watch her rip Troy to pieces.

With Lysander and Varos behind her, she stepped into the room and took in Troy, whose sunken eyes stared back at her. His cockiness was nowhere to be seen, nor was he the good-looking man she once knew. He was nothing but bone, skin, and fear.

His heart pumped fast and with his skin practically hanging off his bones, his veins popped even more. Her fangs pricked her lower lips, and she let her own blood fill her mouth. She kept the necklace tightly wrapped in her fist as she looked down on Troy, slowly counting to see how long she would be able to hold back.

Not even Lysander’s blood compared to that sweet smell. It made her wonder exactly how he would taste. She wanted to know what it felt like to sink her fangs into his flesh and his blood gush down her throat. Then she saw past her blood lust and cringed. She didn’t want to touch him, didn’t want to gift him her presence. She turned on her heel, stomach tightening, preparing to throw up.

It was only when the door closed behind her that she realised what she’d done. She smiled wide, looking around at her three men. They were just as proud of her as she was of herself.

“That was amazing,” Marcus cheered, sweeping her into a bone-crushing hug.

“It feels good. All I had to think about is how disgusting I think he is. I don’t want to be close to him.”

Lysander closed in behind her and kissed her cheek. “You did fantastic.”

“Now you can go lay down and rest,” she told him. “You have a long night ahead of you.”

Varos leaned in and kissed her too before she took Lysander’s hand and pulled him up the stairs. Lysander didn’t fight her when she pushed him onto his bed. Once he was comfortable, she curled up next to him and closed her eyes, focusing on his heartbeat. She felt him easily slip into a deep sleep, his hand falling from her back where he’d been drawing circles.

Ava only opened her eyes when Varos stepped into the room. “It’s time, isn’t it?”

“He still has an hour, but I thought he might want some time to prepare.”

She lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Lysander’s cheek. “Time to rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

He grunted, pulled her close, and rolled on top of her. A few weeks ago, his weight would have suffocated her, but now it felt good. She pushed her hands under his shirt, letting his weight blur everything else.

“Ah, this is new,” Marcus chuckled from somewhere beyond Lysander’s mass. “What do you call this position?”

“Crushing soulmate?” Varos suggested.

Lysander laughed, making Ava’s body vibrate. “Why don’t you two fuck off?”

“We would love to but unfortunately you’re not the only one tied up to the beautiful woman you’ve tried to hide underneath your ugliness.”

“She does call me a beauty so not sure what that makes you?” Lysander countered.

Marcus mimed flipping his hair over his shoulder. “So gorgeous I seem out of the world.”