Page 75 of Tears of Revenge

“What a great idea,” Marcus agreed, pushing a hand between her thighs. “But right now, spoiling you without anyone watching seems like a good idea too.”

Avalon barely had time to moan before Varos appeared on his knees before her, his eyes a deep crimson and his fangs pushing past his lips.

Damn, they’d truly missed her.

“Will you allow us to spoil you?” Varos asked, gently tugging on her sweatpants.

“Please,” Marcus begged, his fingers pressing against her clit through the thin fabric.

As her answer, she rolled her head into his neck and scraped her fangs over his tough, marble-like skin. They pierced through and he groaned, lust flooding his system. His fingers left her clit, but before she could put his hand back to where it belonged, the two men worked together to remove her pants.

Their sounds of pleasure fused together when they realised she wore nothing underneath. The second she was no longer covered, Marcus zeroed in on that sweet spot, shooting stars spreading to her stomach as he circled her bundle of nerves. Varos was gently kissing his way up her inner thighs, his tongue tasting her skin while his fangs tickled along the surface.

Marcus’s blood dripped down her throat and made her head spin, but did little to satisfy her burning thirst. He tasted so good, but all she wanted was the fire to extinguish.

Marcus clenched her jaw, turning her head to the doorway. “Lysander is more than willing to fulfil your needs, little dove.”

Lysander stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. It was so short she could see his thighs and the blood that coursed beneath that soft, tanned skin made her mouth water. She slid off Marcus’s lap—only to be captured and tugged into Varos’s. She growled at him, ignoring the hard bulge pressing against her core. The only thing she cared about was Lysander’s blood. But Varos held her firm, and she had to wait impatiently until Lysander approached. The moment she could reach him, she tossed the towel aside and grabbed his ass, pulling him close enough to dig her fangs into his thigh. He let out a rumble of satisfaction and twisted her hair into his fist to hold her in place. She sucked hard to start the flow but once his sweet honey soothed her throat, she slowed and let it naturally flow into her mouth.

Marcus chuckled behind her as Varos freed his cock, letting it slide between her folds. With her thirst no longer clouding her mind, she reached between them, finding his dick and letting her thumb stroke his tip. She swiped the drop of precum there, slicking up his shaft.

Marcus settled behind her, pressing a kiss behind her ear. “I want to try something different.” One hand palmed her ass, while the other pushed between her cheeks. She flinched slightly when his fingers found her hole. “Shh, I promise I’ll be gentle.”

She stiffened, loosening her grip on Varos and shifting away from Marcus. He let her, his fingers pushing further south and circling her entrance.

“Would I be your first?” he asked curiously.

She nodded, her fangs still deep in Lysander’s thigh.

“Hmm… how sweet that would be,” he hummed, pushing two fingers into her wet pussy.

Varos wrapped his fingers around hers, reminding her to keep going. “You’re distracting her.”

“Would you like me to be your first?”

Did she? Troy only ever mentioned how disgusting it was. Her research said it would hurt worse than taking one’s virginity. Tilting her head to look over her shoulder, her fangs freed Lysander. “I read that it hurts.”

“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Once again, she forgot her own strength and nipped her lower lip. A hand reached around her jaw and tilted her head up. Lysander’s thumb wiped up the drop of blood on the corner of her mouth.

“Marcus will not hurt you. You never know what you enjoy if you don’t experience it. Give him the chance to show you.”

Lysander tipped her up a bit more, his hard, leaking cock not even an inch from her mouth. Suddenly she felt awful for feeding on him, but not bothering to take care of his needs. She leaned in, flicking her tongue against his slit. He twitched and growled, hips bucking towards her.

With a finger still inside her, Marcus pushed his thumb against her ass once again. She wanted to flinch away, but forced herself to stay still.

“I’ll use my blood to help you stretch, but I will go slow.”

She stayed silent, her whole body on edge as she waited for him to continue. She squeezed her hand around Varos, sucking Lysander a little deeper to distract herself. They both jerked and groaned for her, but the lust she felt from it was dampened by something—Marcus’s blood—dripping on her ass. He circled his thumb, massaging the liquid into her skin. She shivered, but it wasn’t the good kind at all.

Lysander surprised her, using her hair to jerk her head back and press her mouth to his thigh. It had been so sudden that it felt brutal. Looking up she found him frowning with big ice blue eyes looking back at her.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rough.” His fingertips massaged over her scalp to soothe the sting. “You can punish me in return if you like.”

Did she want that? Was she that kind of woman who got pleasure out of punishing others? The moment she sank her fangs into his skin again—she knew she wasn’t. He hadn’t meant to be rough, had even immediately apologised. That deserved a reward, not a punishment. Her antidote flooded his system in exchange for his blood, then both hands worked in tandem on her men.

“You’re doing so well.” Marcus’s low hum nearly startled her. She’d blocked him out completely. “I can’t believe how tight you are.” She hadn’t even noticed him push through. His thumb worked in and out while two fingers claimed her pussy. “How does it feel?”

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