Page 41 of Tears of Revenge

“It looked expensive.”

“I’m sure it was, but you want to know something great about being with us?”

She worried her lip, more gently this time.

“Money is no object for us. If you want something, you get it.”

“It isn’t?”

Fuck, she was so damn lovable. “No.”

“You should be careful saying those things. Books are expensive. Especially those pretty special editions.”

“And I’ll fill this whole fucking house with the rarest books if that makes you happy.”

“I do need something to keep me occupied now that I can’t sleep anymore.”

He swiped away a bloody tear, bringing his thumb to his lips and sucking it clean. Avalon’s wide eyes amused him. “I assure you; we can keep you occupied even without books.”

Avalon watched him closely, jaw slack as he sucked on her blood.

“Now why don’t we get you cleaned up?”

Varos took initiative, hooking a finger under her chin and gently wiping her cheeks with the towel. He, however, had the pleasure of undoing her blouse. He took each button slowly, giving her the opportunity to protest. If she didn’t want this to happen, it wouldn’t.

Though when she remained silent… Well, if his heart could have stuttered it would have. He unfastened the second, then third button until her breathtaking cleavage was revealed. Her tears had soaked through the thin fabric, streaking her chest red. He couldn’t wait any longer. He straightened, leaning in and taking in her sweet scent. She stilled completely, her body frozen like a statue as he ran his nose over her collar bone and took in a deep breath.

“Your blood smells so good,” he huffed. “All I want to do is lick it off your skin.”

“We won’t do anything you don’t want, Avalon. You say the word and we stop.”

Varos’s words made him feel like a dick. She’d been through hell and all he could think about was to fuck and feed on her. What an asshole he was. He rested on his heels, waiting for her next move.

“I trust you.”

Her words meant everything. Varos took Avalon’s hand in his, eyes shining with pride. “That means the world to us.”

“Do you want us to leave?” he asked, though he was terrified of the answer.

“No.”

“We can run you another bath,” Varos suggested.

She shook her head, dropping her gaze to Varos’s hand. “What does our blood taste like?”

Marcus’s short answer was good, but that probably wouldn’t satisfy her curiosity. “It varies from person to person. Though our own blood won’t satisfy our thirst. Here…” He pricked his thumb with his own fang, then held it to her mouth. “Try.”

Avalon hesitated—briefly. Curiosity won out, and she sealed her lips around his thumb. She sucked, her eyes fluttering shut. He clenched his jaw, cock hardening behind his pants.

Varos chuckled, offering her the glass he’d saved from destruction. “Here this might not taste as good now that it’s cold, but it will satisfy you a little better.”

Avalon pulled back, surprised at herself. She eyed his thumb, then met his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Avalon gulped down the blood, then tilted her head towards Varos. Knowing immediately what she needed, Varos pricked his own thumb and offered it to her. They’d never shared a woman, but he could get used to this. The taste of her tears still lingered on his tongue as he leaned forward and licked over her collar bone. Her blood was sweet—innocently sweet. Avalon shuddered her approval, so he pressed a soft kiss to the crook of her neck.

“I want to taste more of you,” he whispered. “I’ll make sure not to hurt you.”

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