Twenty-Six
Avalon
The sight in front of her was heartbreaking. Lysander knelt on the cold concrete, goosebumps covering his skin and his hair standing on end. But the shift hadn’t been as painful as she’d feared. Yes, he seemed to be in pain as his body grew larger, his snout elongated and his skin turned to fur, yet there was no fight to be seen on his face.
Once he was chained and Marcus and Varos were drinking, she stepped closer, the lycan violently ripping at the silver restraining him. She fearlessly knelt before him—much stronger now, and knew that the other two vampires would protect her if necessary. Canines bared the lycan lunged, but the collar around his neck kept him from moving. She grabbed his jaw in her hands and forced him to hold still, his energy fading fast.
“I’ll stay with you.”
She wasn’t sure if Lysander could hear her, but she hoped he did. Her words weren’t only a promise to Lysander—they were a threat to the lycan. Alongside Marcus and Varos, she’d make sure that creature never saw the moonlight ever again.
Then the beast’s eyes clouded, the fight leaving his body as he neared unconsciousness. She held his face until his body fell limp, then straddled his lap, holding him close in a tight hug. His hair was rough and scratchy, but she wanted to hold him, unsure of how much Lysander would remember.
“What now?” she asked, nuzzling her face into his shoulder.
“We wait until he nears consciousness, then drain him again,” Varos explained, rising to his feet and stepping away from his friend.
Marcus moved to her side, careful not to touch any of the chains. “When he’s like this he heals much faster. We stay with him, draining the lycan over and over until he can regain control.”
She held Lysander, while Varos and Marcus stayed nearby. The moment his muscles twitched, she began to feed. He tasted different, not nearly as sweet as Lysander.
“Don’t forget the venom,” Marcus reminded her. “You want to hurt him. This isn’t Lysander, and the venom will keep the lycan at bay.”
She drank until the lycan went limp beneath her once more, then she pulled back and looked at his face, his head sagging in the collar.
“You’re doing well,” Varos praised, stepping to her other side and laying a hand over the back of her neck. His thumb slowly caressed her skin.
“I feel so sorry for him. He has to go through this every month.”
“It used to be so much worse. But over the years the full moons have become more peaceful.” She tilted her head to look up at Marcus as he smiled down at her. “If this is too much for you, you don’t have to do it every month. He’ll understand.”
“I want to look after him.”
They kept her company throughout the whole night, praising her for how well she was doing, with both their words and actions. When the lycan started rustling his chains again for what felt like the thousandth time, Varos stopped her .
“I believe it’s time to see if Lysander can take control again.”
She stepped back, positioning herself between him and Marcus, watching as the lycan found his strength again. He growled, the echoes of it piercing her ears as he ripped at his chains, hissing when they burned into his skin. His feet were still bound to the floor by the shackles, his joints popping as he tried to pull free.
Then he started to vibrate. His fur retracted and his jaw dislocated as he became human again. The cracking of bones filled the air, his muscles shrinking and his body falling limp again. She rushed to him, catching him in her arms while Marcus and Varos risked their own skin to free him from the chains.
Running her finger over his smooth skin, she shushed into his ear, “You did so well, Lysander.” Then her eyes fell on her other men’s hands. “Why don’t you wear gloves?”
Marcus shook his head and held his hand out to her. “No need, really. It’s already healing.”
“Playing the hero,” she scolded, shifting Lysander’s body in her arms. He wasn’t light by any means, but it was easy to stand up and hold his unconscious body in her arms bridal—no, groom-style.
Marcus chuckled as she carried Lysander toward the door. “What a sight.”
Varos, however, wasn’t laughing. He gently laid Lysander’s head on her shoulder, so he was more comfortable. “He doesn’t want us to care for him after, but I’m sure he’ll appreciate you doing this.”
Carefully, she carried him upstairs and into his room. There she dressed him in sweatpants and a t-shirt before heading to the kitchen and preparing a platter with snacks and drinks. She curled up against Lysander and pushed her hand under his shirt. She tried to calm herself, while being as caregiving as she could. She drew lazy circles on his skin, imaginary lines across the flesh.
After a while, his arms wrapped around her and pulled her onto his chest. He grunted softly, but his eyes stayed shut. Once he had her where he wanted her, he seemed to doze off again. She was glad he was only sleeping now. She laid her cheek over his heart, listening closely to the sounds of life. It was soothing and if she’d still been human, she would’ve fallen asleep.
Lysander awoke for the first time well past noon. She rested her chin on his sternum, her eyes finding his. “Hey sleeping beauty.”
Lysander took a moment to familiarise his surroundings, then a smile lit up his face. “You carried me here, didn’t you?”
“I did. Marcus had quite the laugh.”
“Thank you.”
“I couldn’t just let you lay on the concrete like that. Plus, that room gave me the ick.”
His eyes fell on the snacks next to him, and he stretched out his arm to grab one. He shook, but when he saw her worried eyes, he shrugged it off. “Don’t look so concerned.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” He closed his eyes, relaxing onto the pillow while he stuffed his mouth. “I could get used to this.”
“So why don’t you?”
“Because I’m terrified if I do, you’ll leave me.”
“Well you’re stuck with me now. I need my bodyguards to save the world from me. And if you don’t mess up in a really horrifying, tremendous, stupid way, you might be stuck with me for a while after that.”
Lysander laughed and laid his free hand in the small of her back, his thumb rubbing over the ridges of her spine. “I hope I never fuck up like that.”
“Or maybe you’ll get tired of me and ask me to leave.”
“I’m not sure that could ever be the case.”
“You haven’t seen my endless Tbr. ”
“Tbr?”
“To be read list.”
He laughed again, the light chuckle made his skin vibrate against hers. “I’m sure Varos and Marcus will gladly take you shopping so I can step back.”
“I’m sure they would.”
Lysander finished his platter and dozed off again, his hand falling from her back as he entered deep sleep. She stayed in his arms all day, making sure he ate during the little time he was awake. Only when the sun was retreating did he stand up for the first time, seeking out the shower.
“Go,” he ushered her out of his room. “Feed, change, and make sure the other two are still sane after not seeing you all day.”
“Only if you promise not to faint in the shower.”
“If you don’t see me in the next thirty minutes you may check on me.”
“Fine,” she sighed, leaving the room.
She took a detour to change her clothes before seeking out Marcus and Varos. She found them sitting in the library with a glass already waiting for her. Marcus set his tablet aside and patted his thigh, demanding she sit down. She obeyed, but not before giving Varos a kiss on the cheek.
“I see you are still sane,” she laughed, knowing they’d probably overheard.
“Barely made it through the day,” Marcus muttered, burying his face in her hair and taking a deep breath. Though he didn’t need the air, it seemed as if he’d been starved of oxygen. “But it made you happy, so I can live a day without you.”
“Very kind of you.”
Varos rolled his eyes, masking his own comfort at her return. “I think it made both of you feel more at ease.”
“So, we hear you have a list of books you wish to own. Care to share? ”
“Not yet.”
“When will you feel ready to share with us?” Marcus pushed.
“I like going to bookstores, so whenever I don’t feel the need to eradicate every living being in a mile’s radius, I might consider it so I can come along.”
Marcus frowned, but Varos grinned at her. “Something to look forward to. I do like the idea of showing you off.”
“Showing me off?”
“Yes, spoiling you in front of others, holding your hand and stealing a few kisses so others know you belong to us.”
“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 fi ngers 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?”
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.