Page 58 of Tears of Revenge

Marcus threw his head back and laughed, the picture vivid in his mind. “Just a few minutes ago you called me old and now I’m a majestic lion, huh?”

Avalon punched his bicep. “You get the picture.”

“You painted a beautiful one.” Sobering, he took her chin between his thumb and index finger. “You are a gorgeous lioness, just as majestic as we are.”

“You’re swooning me, but do you know what the sweetest thing about it is?”

“No, but I would love to know.”

“You mean what you say.”

“I do.”

Her hand found his cheek and then her lips were on his. At first, she was hesitant but when she felt him lean into her she relaxed into the kiss. She tasted like heaven: sweet, but there was something fierce about her. Her hand moved up, her fingers tickling over his skin and around his ear till they threaded through his hair and held him tight. He let her lead, pulling her into his lap to straddle his thighs.

His scalp stung from her grip but not as forcefully as his cock pressing against his restraints. He grabbed her waist to pull her closer, groaning at the sharp prick to his lip. Avalon jerked back, covering her mouth as the tang of blood filled his. Marcus chuckled and licked the blood away. Only then did he realise that she’d never finished the glass they had given her.

“You’re thirsty.”

Avalon stared at him, seemingly uncomfortable admitting that he was right.

Varos appeared in the door frame, her glass of blood in his hand and awaiting Marcus’s approval before he stepped over the threshold.

Avalon gratefully accepted the glass, not meeting Marcus’s gaze. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I liked it.” He leaned back, his whole body at ease beneath her as he carefully freed her from her sweater. To his surprise—and delight—she only wore a lacy bra beneath it.

Varos reached around her and lifted the glass to her lips. “Drink up, little dove.”

She did while Varos peppered kisses across her bare shoulder and stroked her thighs. When it was empty, Varos set it aside and nuzzled over her neck and nipped playfully at her ear. “I think Marcus would love to steal another kiss but is too shy to ask.”

“So shy,” he teased, giving Avalon his best pout.

She leaned forward, carding her fingers through his hair as she sealed her mouth over his once more. She was less demanding, likely scared of losing herself again.

He danced his fingers over the thin fabric covering her thighs. Her first moan flooded their kiss when he grabbed her waist and ground his aching cock into her.

Varos wrapped his arm around her waist, needing more permission before he continued south. “May I?”

In response, he felt her guide Varos’s hand under her leggings, right where she needed him. Another soft moan vibrated their kiss, and he eagerly swallowed it up. Her legs twitched, hips rocking as Varos found her clit.

“We need you, little dove,” Varos whispered roughly into her ear. “But we won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Avalon broke the kiss, arching towards Varos. “I trust you.”

His fangs had descended, tickling his lower lip. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and licked along the hollow of her throat. “Tell us to stop and we will,” he assured her.

Avalon tightened her grip, guiding him by his hair to that sweet spot where her pulse once thrummed beneath her skin. Needing no more permission than that, he sank his fangs deep. She sighed, his antidote filling her system and her blood dripping down his throat. He let a satisfied hum rumble his chest, his own blood rushing south so fast it was painful.

Though he didn’t want her to move, poor Varos was struggling to get her undressed. Marcus lifted her, careful not to separate from his bite. Avalon briefly protested, then she noticed Varos slipping her leggings off her body. Instead of returning onto his lap she nudged his legs apart and knelt on the couch in front of him. He slid back to give her space. One of her hands fumbled with his belt, the other reaching back to pull Varos close by his neck.

“I want you too,” she panted, words slurred. “Both of you.”

Fangs met muscle and Varos ripped a moan right out of her throat. Avalon dropped both hands to his belt, working the leather open with ease. She unfastened his pants next, and he sighed with relief once his cock was freed. Delicate fingers wrapped around him, her thumb brushing right over his slit.

Fuck. He groaned and bucked into her touch, knowing he wouldn’t last long.

Her thighs tensed too, and he could only assume that Varos had found her clit again. She fisted him, humming through Varos’s bite. She wasn’t teasing him. No, it was almost as if she wanted to take her time exploring his body, learning exactly what made him tick. Her blood was sweet in his system, his head drowsy from the overwhelming sensations.

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