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Her eyes dropped to where Lysander’s dick was hiding beneath the water, red and throbbing. There was a reason why he hadn’t had the pleasure yet—he was huge.

“Don’t look so worried, beautiful,” Lysander hummed and placed another kiss to her forehead. “You can say no.”

Then he returned to his seat, spreading his arms wide over the rim of the hot tub. That sweet smile had returned, but desire flared in those blue eyes of his. She sighed when Marcus pulled out and gently nudged her towards the other man. That was all she needed to climb in.

“Turn.” And with his hands on her hips, Lysander pulled her into his lap. “Perfect.”

The water turned red, and she panicked.

“Don’t worry about that,” Marcus said, taking her chin in hand.

Lysander positioned her over his cock, and she felt the head rubbing between her folds.

“Now take your time and stop thinking about anything but Lysander filling you,” Marcus demanded, claiming her lips.

She, however, had other plans and clenched a fistful of his hair, yanking his head to the side and plunging her fangs deep into the skin. He wasn’t the only one groaning. Lysander hummed as his cockhead penetrated her. He was thick—so thick—but the discomfort of the stretch faded as her throat filled with Marcus’s blood, blurring her mind.

She slowly seated herself in Lysander’s lap, the sweet sounds he made a melody from heaven. She loved how patient they were with her. How much they cared about her wellbeing. Once Lysander was fully submerged, she rolled her hips. Freeing Marcus from her fangs, she jerked him back by his hair, pulling him into the tub. His attention was needed further south. Her clit was aching for his tongue, her body pleading for another orgasm.

Marcus happily obeyed. Without hesitation he submerged his head under the bubbling water and locked onto her clit. She let herself fall back, her head rolling onto Lysander’s shoulder. With one slow roll of her hips, she rode Lysander like she was made for it.

Fingers closing around her jaw made her open her eyes again. Varos was slipping into the hot tub, fisting himself. He didn’t need to use his words for her to know what he needed—her mouth was already open for him. She flattened her tongue along the bottom, eagerly welcoming him.

Their groans vibrated in the air around them as Marcus assaulted her clit with his tongue and pushed two fingers inside her empty pussy. Her muscles quivered as pleasure buzzed through her body. Once Lysander felt her relax, he matched her thrust for thrust. He kissed her neck while Varos’s fingers combed her hair away from her face.

She sucked Varos harder, increasing her pace on Lysander. She wanted them to come before she did. Lysander was close, she could feel his thigh muscles quivering beneath her. She tightened herself around him, pulling a low, animalistic snarl from deep in his chest. Varos too was fighting—and losing. He pulsed on her tongue, erupting deep in the back of her throat. Lysander came on a roar, pulling her right along with him. She rode out the waves, having to push Marcus away when the oversensitivity became too much.

Lysander panted, his breath hot and heavy on her neck. He kissed her, spoiling her skin with his love as Varos slid free from her mouth and lowered into the water next to her. He stole a kiss before Marcus demanded some attention of his own.

“That was beautiful,” Varos hummed, bringing her hand to his mouth.

“I’m not sure if Lysander will recover though,” Marcus laughed.

“Maybe he just needs a kiss. He is sleeping beauty after all.” She turned and kissed his sweat glittering temple. “He just needs some love.”

Lysander’s cock slipped free, and he pulled Ava right back into his lap, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She leaned back and closed her eyes, welcoming nightfall and enjoying being surrounded by her men—her home.

The End

Epilogue

Avalon

Two Years Later

She looked down at her phone, following the map’s directions through Lisbon. Her other hand was holding an opaque tumbler, the straw between her lips. Tasting the blood helped her control her thirst—and distracted her from losing control. Marcus and Varos were to either side of her, with Lysander towering behind them.

“I think I see it,” Marcus said, pointing at a small shop not far ahead.

“I think you’re right.”

Her voice spiked with excitement, her eyes focused on the destination ahead. She tried not to let her eyes linger over the crowd. It wasn’t her first encounter with humans by a long shot, but she still didn’t trust herself—not as much as her men did. They’d started with a small town a year after they’d moved to their Alaskan residence. Her first time being faced with humans had been exhausting. Slowly but surely, she’d been able to relax and enjoy being back in society.

“You’re doing so well,” Varos praised, his lips pressing softly against her temple.

She turned and kissed his cheek in return. “Thank you.”

They didn’t spent as much time at the store as she would’ve liked, but it was the experience of being in the oldest bookstore existing that counted. At their insistence, she did buy a single book for her Lisbon collection. They’d given her the idea—to collect books for each property they owned so she’d never be without her own personal library.

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