Page 76 of Tears of Revenge

Now that she was focusing on it, it felt… good. She’d been terrified of it, but it didn’t burn or pinch as she’d read. Was that because she was no longer human? Or was it because of his blood? She had no time to contemplate it and relaxed into Lysander, not wanting to loosen her bite.

“I don’t think she’s made up her mind. Why don’t you let me have her pussy while you focus on convincing her?” Varos suggested, not waiting for Marcus’s answer. He lifted her, gently settling her over his hard length. The moment Marcus’s fingers left her empty, Varos filled her again—nice and slow like the gentleman he was. He let out a long groan and kissed her shoulder as she fully seated herself. “Much better.”

She too moaned into Lysander’s thigh, one hand holding onto Varos’s shoulder while the other pleased Lysander’s cock. They were taking their time with her and it made her frozen heart flutter. She loved every minute of it. Her skin prickled with their love and her nerves ignited with their lust. Marcus kissed her other shoulder and plunged his thumb deep into her. She moaned again as he rubbed over a spot that made her bones turn into jelly.

“Fuck do that again,” Varos demanded, his hips thrusting into her as he held her by her waist.

“Hmm… she did seem to enjoy that.” Marcus found the spot again, making her body go weak. She was glad Varos held onto her and her fangs were still deeply embedded in Lysander to give her hold. “Wait and see how amazing my cock feels.”

She let out a scared whimper when he removed his thumb, only relaxing again when he pushed in with two fingers. Eager to feel him rub over her sweet spot again, she rocked her ass towards him. Her body quivered again, her hips rolling over his fingers again and again.

“Such a good little dove you are,” Marcus praised. “You think you can take another finger for me?”

She nodded, sealing over the bite on Lysander’s thigh to return her attention to his cock. He’d happily take care of himself, but she didn’t want him to think she’d forgotten about him.

Marcus carefully pushed a third finger in while Varos ground his hips into hers, fangs scraping over her skin. A moment later he’d pierced her and spread his antidote through her. The buzz that immediately followed helped her take those three fingers easily. Lysander pacified her with his cock, running his fingers through her hair to keep it out of her face. She started moving again, Marcus offering his fingers for her to fuck herself on while Varos thrusted into her. Her body trembled, but before she could get closer to her climax, Marcus retreated, leaving her with a frustrated growl coming from her chest.

“Shh…” Lysander hushed, soothingly running his thumb over her cheek. “You did so well, but he needs you.”

With that she felt his tip push against her, slowly penetrating her. It was a much bigger stretch than his fingers. She almost pulled away on reflex.

“It’s okay,” Lysander cooed. “Focus on us, let us fill you up.”

Varos reached between them, fingers drawn to her clit like a magnet. He was hard and rough, blowing her mind with the electricity volts shooting through her body.

“You feel so good,” Marcus praised, his lips back on her shoulder.

Marcus’s fangs ripped through her skin as well, and she was on cloud nine. Her body buzzed, and her mind clouded with the pleasure they were gifting her. She matched their rhythm, following their climb towards their mutual climaxes. It was a steep climb, but not as fast as some of her others with them. They let her take it, let her set the pace, taking anything she was willing to give with nothing but gratitude. They didn’t hasten her or force their needs onto her. Her orgasm rolled over her, gentle and much more gratifying than anything she’d ever felt. Her body shook, her muscles hot as the heat of relief spread through her.

She pushed right through the sensitivity, wanting them to come with her. Lysander was the first, erupting across her tongue with the gentle sensation of her palm on his balls. She swallowed, and Varos and Marcus upped the pace, hurling themselves closer to the edge until their cum spilled deep inside her.

Twenty-Seven

Marcus

Avalon collapsed into Varos’s arms, and Marcus leaned over to seal his bite. He went to the bathroom, dampening a cloth and returned to the room. Varos had moved to the couch, where Avalon sat clenching her thighs tightly. He could see how uncomfortable she was, so he hesitated on approaching. Lysander, however, took initiative. He grabbed the cloths from him and gently coaxed Avalon’s legs apart. She allowed him to clean her before he pulled her sweats back up her legs.

“Would you like me to run you a bath?” Lysander asked, helping her onto wobbly legs.

“I’ll just shower.”

“I was hoping that Marcus and Varos would allow me to steal you for dinner.”

“I didn’t know they weren’t invited to join us in the kitchen.”

All three of them grinned, and Avalon dashed from the room. Lysander followed her, refastening his towel around his waist. He and Varos stayed behind, both grinning from ear to ear.

How did they even deserve her? Never had he experienced anything like their relationship with her. And honestly, he never wanted to experience anything else. This was perfect—just as perfect as she was.

A little while later, he sat on the counter next to Avalon, watching her cut vegetables. She was quiet, though he could tell it was out of embarrassment rather than her being upset.

“I have a confession to make,” he admitted, his gaze crossing Varos’s before finding her again. While she took care of Lysander, they’d discussed coming clean to her about Troy. “But you might hate me afterwards.”

“You might condemn all of us,” Varos added.

“Keep me out of your fuck ups,” Lysander growled, slamming meat into the pan so hard that oil splashed over the sides.

“Fine—you might hate me and Varos. Lysander didn’t know about it until it was already done.”

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