Page 43 of Tears of Revenge

“Good,” he growled. “I don’t think I ever want to see you in anything else.”

Varos agreed with a groan into her neck, helping her lift herself.

“But I think I would rather enjoy seeing you without them,” he finished.

“Please don’t rip those too,” she protested.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his fingers around the delicate fabric and slid the panties down her legs, tossing them aside.

Now that she was completely bare, he couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her. Her porcelain skin was flawless, and thanks to Varos’s venom, there wasn’t a single mark on her skin. While still human, he’d been able to steal a few glances of the stretchmarks covering her thighs. Now, he mourned the opportunity to run his tongue along each and every one. His lips were on her inner thigh before he could even think about it. His fangs ached as he aimed his next kiss higher. By his third kiss they scraped over her skin and by the fourth they were deep in her flesh.

“Marcus,” she moaned, rolling her hips towards him.

While her liquid gold dripped down his throat, his thumb teased the soft curls between her thighs. She tensed under his touch, seeming self conscious about the hair, but Marcus preferred his women that way. His thumb found her clit, and she jolted off the bed.

The tiny whimper she gave made him add more pressure, needing to hear that sweet sound over and over. Varos’s fingers pushed passed his, seeking out her entrance. Avalon’s hands scrabbled, looking for something—anything to hold onto. She found purchase on his shoulder, digging her nails into the skin. The pain was seductive, nothing like the aching torture his cock was enduring. He needed a release, but this wasn’t about him. He needed to wait.

Varos pushed through with one finger, opening her up while he pulled more melodic sounds out of her with his finger on her clit.

She circled her hips and drowned in their antidote. Her body was theirs to please. Never had he wanted to share a woman, but Avalon deserved all she could get. He wanted to give her so much more than he could accomplish alone.

He pulled his fangs from her flesh and kissed his way up to the nest of hair tickling his nose. Varos retracted his hand, giving him space to replace his thumb with his tongue. He couldn’t help but seal his lips around her swollen clit, sucking the sensitive bundle into his mouth. Her thighs clenched, body writhing beneath him.

“Does it feel good, little dove?” he hummed, loving how their chosen name sounded.

“Yes,” she whimpered, crying out when he rewarded her with another suck.

“Do you want to feel more?”

He peered up between her legs to see her nod.

Two fingers slid in easily, thanks to Varos. He was slow and steady, giving her time to adjust despite the way she rocked her hips against his hand. Once knuckle deep, he curled his fingers before pulling back and adding a third.

“You’re doing so well,” Varos praised, Marcus adding his own with his tongue against her clit.

Avalon’s body vibrated, eyes shut and a pleasant little smile curling her lips.

“Do you want more than just our fingers?” Varos asked, for which Marcus was grateful.

He wanted her to feel in control and if left to his own devices, he would have blown it. The last thing he’d ever want to do was hurt her, but something as simple as asking a question would slip his impatient mind. Though he would always respect her boundaries—no matter how desperate he was.

“I do, I just don’t know…” she trailed off, insecurity preventing her from finding her words.

“We can figure it out together,” Varos shushed into her ear. “We have never done this either.”

He leaned back, keeping his fingers buried deep inside her. “Would you like to feed from us too?”

Avalon nodded, tongue pushing past her fangs.

Trying to tame himself and not overwhelm her with his own desires, he turned her attention to Varos. “Varos first?”

The words hadn’t even left his lips, and Varos was undressed. Hesitantly, he removed his fingers so she could move, and Varos snatched her into his lap. Avalon straddled him, gasping when she felt his erection pressing against her.

“I thought we should make it even,” Varos explained.

“When did you…” she started, then answering her own question. “Oh, yeah, super speed.”

“Clever girl,” he praised, tossing his own clothes aside.

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