Page 91 of Tears of Revenge

With one arm supporting her around her waist, Marcus shoved her leggings down with the other. He slid his fingers through her awaiting wet pussy and emitted a low hum of pleasure. “I missed you too.” He punctuated his words with a swift dive into her needing mess. “How about I make up for my rude absence?”

She relaxed her thighs, slipping further onto his fingers.

“My good little dove,” Marcus hummed, pulling free and setting her on her feet. Lysander watched from the hot tub with a lazy grin. Marcus spun her around, smoothing a hand up her back until he reached her neck. With a swift shove, he bent her at the waist, forcing her to grip onto the edge of the tub. “Why don’t we put on a show for Lysander?” Marcus ripped her shirt off with one hand, shoving her leggings completely off with the other.

She quickly stripped, her core burning with the need to be filled. She didn’t even care with what, she just needed a release.

“So beautiful,” Marcus praised, lips trailing down her spine, his foot kicking her legs apart. “Now open up for me.”

Marcus buried himself to the hilt and she gasped. She was practically dripping, but his girth was still a shock.

“Shh,” he cooed into her ear, his hand reaching around her to her clit. “I’m sorry, I’ll take it easy. I was desperate for you.”

Her body trembled, electricity shooting through her skin. Lysander groaned, and she whimpered. His eyes were dark, pupils blown as his hand worked himself under the water. Even the bubbles couldn’t hide how he stroked that long, thick cock. She loved that about them—the shameless way they took what they needed without jealousy.

Marcus took her gently as promised, his fingers working her clit in time with each thrust. Her thighs quivered. She relaxed into his touch, easily forgetting his mishap. Then she tensed, something cool dribbling onto her skin. She whirled around. Marcus had bitten his wrist and was dripping his blood over her ass.

“Marcus…” She always wished she could skip right to the good part, the part that made her insides feel gooey and took her mind in a storm.

“I know.” Marcus leaned down and kissed between her shoulder blades, a shiver running down her spine. His hand slipped down, thumb rubbing the blood around her hole. “You’re going to do so well.”

Though Marcus always took his time, the discomfort of the first stretch never felt good. One hand still bracing herself, she slid the other between her legs and pressed on his fingers, adding more friction to her clit.

“Just like that, little dove. Show me what you need.”

She dropped her head and focused on the sparks shooting from her clit down her thighs. She listened to his grunts—a sweet melody to her ears—and rocked herself over his dick.

His lips brushed her shoulder, his next words sending a burst of warmth through her. “Talk to me.”

“C-can you bite me?”

“Anything for you.”

His fangs softly pierced her neck, his antidote stealing the last of her discomfort. It was probably just a thing in her mind that Troy had planted. She moaned and found a rhythm, bouncing between his cock and his fingers, barely noticing as he stretched her with a second.

Lysander was still watching them, lazily stroking his cock with a pleased smile on his face. It only added to her high, they always took turns not just with her but watching and observing. It had never been something she’d thought about, but with them it made her feel desirable—sexy in a way.

“You’re taking me so well,” Marcus groaned, pushing through with three fingers. “Just a little more, sweet dove.”

He sank his fangs into her other shoulder, shifting into a more comfortable position. Marcus’s bite was soft, more about pumping his antidote into her system then feeding on her. As if he couldn’t take it anymore, Lysander shot out of the water and grabbed her face, tilting her head and capturing her mouth. She lost herself in his taste, only flinching back when Marcus’s fangs left her body with an empty feeling.

“Do you need more time?” he asked, his tone void of any haste.

She freed herself from Lysander’s lips and shook her head, arching onto Marcus’s fingers.

Marcus’s tip was penetrating her, stretching her even farther, but he knew her far too well and circled her clit faster while Lysander claimed her lips again.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his dick already jerking inside her.

He went slow, but once he’d stroked her sweet spot, her body fell apart—or so it seemed. She moaned into the kiss, Lysander eagerly swallowing the sound while Marcus held her upright with an arm around her waist.

Marcus’s fingers tapped at her clit, his hips thrusting into her deeper and faster each time. Her body shifted and her legs felt numb, her mind nothing but a fog of pleasure and their groans. She was close, and Marcus knew it, hurling her closer to the edge with each pump of his hips. She gripped the rim tighter and crashed right over without a parachute. Lysander’s lips travelled over her jaw and to her ear where he hummed soft praises and sucked her earlobe. Time stood still for just a moment as her body tensed and eased with each buzzing wave of pleasure rolling through her.

Marcus leaned over her shivering body and kissed her between her shoulder blades. “That was amazingly beautiful.”

“Stunning to watch,” Lysander agreed, stamping his lips to her forehead.

“I don’t believe Lysander has felt how tight you are yet. Why don’t you let him have a turn?”

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