Page 42 of Tears of Revenge

“It’ll feel good,” Varos added, suppressing a groan. “The antidote works on us too.”

“It does?”

“Yes, and I’m more than willing to show you.” Though he tried to keep his cool, he was rapidly losing control. He caressed her skin with loving kisses, never dipping below her collarbone. He needed to feel her, to taste her—fuck, he just needed her. But if she said the word, he’d be gone in an instant.

Avalon nodded slowly, muscles flexing beneath his lips.

He let his fangs expand, tickling that sweet spot on her neck. She gasped, and he sank into the tender flesh. The sweet sound of her moan filled the air as the warmth of his drug slowly spread through her system. Then it was muffled. Marcus was confused at first, then he recognised the soft sounds of a first kiss.

Bastard, he cursed his friend. Though with Avalon’s blood washing over his tongue, he couldn’t help but feel that he was the true winner.

Especially as Avalon’s hand snaked around his neck and her fingers thread through his hair to hold him in place. She spread her legs, and he pushed himself between her thighs to get closer.

“How does it feel?” Varos hushed, hand slipping between them to finish off her blouse.

“Good,” she slurred.

He heard Varos steal another kiss and felt the fabric fall from her torso. He withdrew and sat back on his heels, licking his lips. There was no way he was wasting a single drop of her precious blood. Avalon wore a thin fabric sports bra that didn’t seem comfortable in the slightest. He reached for her but before he sliced the rough fabric with his nail, he paused.

“This looks awfully uncomfortable. Mind if I remove it?”

Almost of its own accord, her hand rose to cover the spot on her chest where that bastard had branded her.

He reached out, stilling her hand. “They’re gone. You’re healed.”

“I know. I saw it in the mirror, but I can still feel them.”

He sighed, cupping her cheek. “I don’t think the memory will ever fully fade. It’s going to be part of you, but we can help you create new ones that are less painful.”

She smiled, leaning into his touch.

“Would you like that?” Varos asked, letting a little bit of hope bleed through his tone.

“Yes,” she finally said, voice barely more than a whisper.

Marcus lurched, capturing her mouth in his before she could change her mind. Avalon jolted slightly before relaxing into the kiss. Her lips were soft and still tasted like the blood she’d drank. Varos gave an appreciative hum, shifting on the bed to kneel behind her. The moment he settled, Avalon reached back and wrapped her arm around his neck, holding Marcus in place with the other.

Varos’s lips met her neck and she hummed, skin vibrating against Marcus’s lips. He eagerly swallowed the moan she fed him once Varos’s fangs were deeply embedded in her flesh.

One hand tightly gripped his hair, and the other came down to slip beneath his shirt. Avalon teased a path over his skin, leaving tingles in her wake.

Just as she found the spot where his heart used to beat, she wrenched her head back with a frustrated groan. Marcus opened his eyes, seeing Varos pull back to take off his shirt.

Marcus grinned at her and ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “You enjoyed that, huh? Varos feeding on you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet. But I thought you’d like to feel our skin on yours.”

Her only answer was a gasp as Varos sank into her neck once more. Her head fell onto Varos’s shoulder, her arm reaching around to hold him in place. Her lips parted on a sigh and she closed her eyes, soaking in the buzz coming from the bite.

He couldn’t resist her exposed throat. He pressed his lips against the hollow, trailing down to her sternum. As he tore the bra from her skin, he made sure to lick her clean. He took one of her luscious breasts in his hand, leaning over to lick her other nipple. Another sweet moan, and she arched towards his mouth. He ached behind his pants—he needed every piece of her. Closing his lips over the stiff peak, he sucked it into his mouth and slipped his hands down her sides. He expertly unfastened her jeans, tugging on the waistband.

“Lift those gorgeous hips of yours,” he demanded.

He popped off her nipple, sitting back to admire the dainty lace covering her pussy. Of course: fucking Lysander had to go overboard and buy her undergarments the colour of the blood he’d just licked off her body

“Th-there were no others,” she stammered.

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