Twenty-Nine
Marcus
Marcus watched Avalon step into the room, her eyes bloodshot red and her fangs pushing past her lips.
“Focus on the silver,” Varos reminded her, keeping his cool while also watching her closely. “It’s burning into your skin, remember?”
Avalon clenched her fist and took another step. Her skin burning made his neck hair crawl, but he didn’t dare intervene. This was necessary. The moment her eyes laid on Troy, he knew he had to stop her. He could practically see her resolve crumbling. The girl he’d saved four years ago flickered across her features before a wicked grin formed on her face and her tongue licked her lips.
Avalon rushed forward, and Marcus had his hand around her throat. He slammed her into the concrete without remorse. She hissed, her claws slashing his face and covering both of them in his blood.
A high pitched scream sounded behind them but before the fucker could finish his breath, it abruptly stopped. Marcus swung his fist at Avalon’s temple. He hoped the pain would overshadow her bloodlust, but it only made her furious. Varos flew to his side, catching Avalon’s wrist and helping Marcus drag her from the room. The door slammed behind them but she didn’t calm.
Another sweet scent—though not as sweet as Troy’s—caught her attention.
“Let her go,” Lysander commanded.
Quick as a flash, Avalon had her fangs buried in Lysander’s neck. Her fingers curled into his hair, holding his head at a painful angle, but Lysander didn’t fight. He already had his arms around her, carrying her up the stairs.
“You did so well, little dove,” Lysander praised, strain evident in his voice. Avalon was filling him with her venom. “So, so well.”
Marcus quickly passed them and grabbed the glass he’d made sure to have ready. When he turned, Lysander had already planted Avalon on the counter of the island. Varos helped Marcus pull her free from Lysander’s flesh and force the donor blood down her throat. That seemed to do the trick. Her eyes cleared, the red fading away.
The moment Avalon was herself again, her eyes widened. She reached out, and only then did he realise that he was still bleeding.
“Half as bad as it looks,” he tried to shrug it off.
“I did that.”
“I’m fine,” he said and turned, accepting the glass that Varos handed him. His wounds sealed and the bleeding stopped, but the bloody mess was still very apparent on himself—and the floors. “Glad we decided on hardwood floors. What a mess that carpet would have been.”
Avalon stared at him for a moment and then turned her gaze to Lysander, who Varos was healing by dripping blood over his neck. “I hurt you too.”
“Ah, we both know Lysander enjoys your little wild rides,” Marcus chuckled, selecting cleaning supplies from beneath the sink. While he re-traced his steps, he listened to Varos and Lysander comfort her.
“You were outstanding,” Varos praised. Out of the corner of his eye Marcus saw him place a kiss on her temple. “You had yourself under control for quite some time before Marcus had to intervene.”
“It only felt like seconds.” Avalon frowned and slipped from the counter to pour herself another glass. “Like I barely took a look at him and…” She trailed off.
“But those moments before you lost control were precious and strong. Marcus and I wouldn’t have been able to do that.”
Marcus returned to see a proud smile brighten her face.
“Thank you.” She rolled her shoulders and shook her hands out. “I forgot who I was for a moment. I felt like that woman who ran from him the night I met you.”
“I’m glad you found yourself again.” He dumped the cleaning supplies back where they belonged and pulled her close. “I love seeing you like this.”
“I’m glad you are willing to let me tear you apart to save me from myself.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Avalon pulled herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to hold her under her ass. “Can we do some gardening? I feel like I need to calm a little.”
“Of course.”
And for the next few hours he watched her dig in the dirt, transforming another part of the garden to her liking. As always, he sat back to watch while Lysander acted as her right hand. Varos sat next to him, his eyes as bright as the sun while they watched their little dove.
He was so damn proud of her that his heart nearly started beating again. Avalon held more potential than she could ever realise. Even if she didn’t feel it, she was owning her new self like a queen in her kingdom.
He stood and went to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass, then descended to the dungeon with some protein bars and a bottle of water. He opened the door and slipped inside, carefully closing it behind him again. The bastard was scrambling to get away, and a piece of Marcus’s old self came through. Dark thoughts of how to make Troy feel the worst pain imaginable crept into his mind. He crouched down, a sinister grin curling his lips as Troy tried to squeeze himself into the cracks of the wall—as if that would save him from his horrendous fate.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Marcus taunted.
Troy’s eyes widened. The little specks of colour he still had faded from his face, and his eyes darted to the door.
“Does that scare you? Thinking of the woman you destroyed coming after you? Funny, isn’t it? All of this could’ve been avoided if you’d treated her like the queen she is. Varos would’ve never taken interest in her if you hadn’t thrown a temper tantrum in that parking lot. She would’ve never fled from you, and right into our arms. We wouldn’t have fallen for her and never would’ve saved her if you had just been decent to her.”
He stood and walked over to the pathetic excuse for a man. He grabbed the rope, yanking Troy into the air, the man hanging in front of Marcus like bad deli meat.
“Don’t worry; we will treat her right. We’ll show her that she is worth everything. I will kiss the fucking ground she walks on and worship her body like the temple it is.”
He let him dangle there for a moment, casually sipping on his blood and letting Troy’s pitiful whimpers go in one ear and out the other. Then he dropped him, his body clashing with the ground. As he walked out, he dropped the protein bars and water where he stood. Troy would have to work to get to them, making his life as miserable as possible.
Upstairs, he found Avalon washing her hands in the kitchen while Lysander and Varos were outside putting away the gardening tools .
“He’s still alive,” he grumbled, answering her unspoken question.
“I want to try again. I thought we could use him to test my restraint around humans. Only if you three are willing to take a few more cuts and bruises.”
“We are.” He didn’t need to check with the others. “We will do it as often as you need.”
“I thought he used me all this time, I could use him to my benefit as well.”
A few minutes later, Avalon had the silver chain in hand once more, taking slow steps down to the dungeon. Varos opened the door and stepped inside, serving as a barrier between her and Troy. She didn’t follow right away, the silver dragging over her skin as she snaked it through her fingers. Her body was stiff, her eyes seeking out each of her men. Once she had their reassurance, she took another step, and another until she stared at the worm of a man in front of her.
This time, that flicker of the girl she once was didn’t appear. Avalon didn’t lose sight of the warrior she’d become. Her face hardened, body struggling with the scent of fresh blood that was only inches away. Eyes bloodshot and fangs piercing her lips, she reached for Lysander. Without a word, he appeared by her side.
He bent down, slicing his thumb open and spreading his blood over her lips. “Focus on the pain in your hands, the taste of my blood.” But they all could see she was losing the fight. With his other hand Lysander guided Avalon towards the door. “Step back. Follow me and I’ll reward you for how well you did.”
She’d only taken one step when Troy flinched, and she shot forward again. Varos instantly had his arm around her waist, while Lysander offered his wrist as collateral. The violence of her bite made Lysander’s eyes water, but he didn’t pull away. Once the door was closed and they were halfway up the stairs, she came back to herself. When she saw how much she’d hurt Lysander, she licked over his shredded wrist, kissing him and apologising over and over.
“Hey, why does he get kisses and I don’t?” he whined playfully. “You tore my face up last time!”
Avalon grabbed his face and pulled him close with such force that he stumbled, making them topple over each other on the stairs. She kissed him from his forehead, over his nose and across both his cheeks. “Better?” she asked with a cheeky grin, seeming to enjoy being crushed under his body.
“Very much so.” He pushed his hands under her and lifted her into his arms. “Now, how about we take this to the bedroom? We can reward you together.”
Avalon answered with kisses along his jaw and trailing down his neck, digging her heels into his back. His muscles buzzed, dick instantly hard. Avalon’s fangs scraped over his skin, and he couldn’t help but groan, snatching a fistful of hair to hold her in place. She took the hint, sinking her fangs into his neck and pouring her antidote into his veins.
Marcus pinned her down on the bed once he reached her room. Her legs kicked, hips wiggling in an attempt to get her shorts off. Marcus leaned back, happy to help, only spreading out over her again once her legs were free of the material. The mattress dipped when Lysander kneeled next to her.
He hummed, guiding her by her hair. “Let go, little dove. Lysander needs you.”
Avalon turned her head, gently kissing Lysander’s bare thighs before piercing his skin. Marcus used his new freedom to sit back and admire Avalon in all her glory. Varos seemed to be doing the same, though he’d chosen to do so from farther away. He was sitting in an armchair, his legs spread and his palm pressing down on the erection straining the front of his jeans.
Marcus danced his fingertips up her inner thighs, missing the ridges of her stretchmarks he never got to feel. She was as smooth as polished stone, and much cooler than when blood had rushed hot through her veins. Not a man to dwell on the past, he leaned down and let his tongue flicker through her folds until he flattened it against her clit. Her hips bucked towards him, her moan drowned in Lysander’s bulky thigh. Pushing one hand under her ass, he ran his other over her pussy and around to her ass. As expected, she flinched, but arched into his touch and his thumb sank into her hole. He hadn’t tried it again since her first time, but it still made him daydream.
“Shh,” Lysander hushed, running his fingers through her hair. “Remember how much you enjoyed it.”
Marcus sucked on her clit, circling his tongue around her. She moaned, riding his mouth and rocking back onto his thumb. He distracted her with his mouth while he claimed more and more of her.
Then, as if she’d been shocked, Avalon reeled off Lysander with a pop and searched the room. He followed her gaze and saw Varos grinning at them as he stroked his cock.
“You look so beautiful, little dove,” Varos hummed, not making any move to stand and join them. “Let them spoil you. You look so delicious when they do.”
Avalon’s mouth twitched into a smile. She watched Varos please himself, licking her lips. She took her time, only returning to Lysander’s thigh when she felt Marcus push deeper. He pulled back, giving her swollen clit a break. He quickly nicked the tip of his thumb with his fang and used the blood as lube. She tensed around him again when he pushed in, and his dick throbbed with envy.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, little dove.” He ducked down, licking a path from her entrance to her clit where he continued pleasing her.
Tilting his head, he saw that she’d sucked Lysander’s cock into her mouth. He loved how free she seemed to be with them, how she took what she needed and loved how relaxed she was when they pleased her. It was a gift he would treasure for all eternity.
Before she knew it, he was fucking her with two fingers, then three as he prepped her to take his cock. She moaned and arched her back, seeking out his mouth. He watched, working his length with his free hand as she took turns feeding on Lysander, sucking his dick, and then watching Varos pump his cock.
When he thought she was ready, he sat back on his heels and licked his lips. “I want you to sit on my lap. Can you do that?”
Avalon considered his words, but hesitated.
“You’ll see where we’re going.”
After another moment of silent deliberation—and one well-practised move from Marcus’s fingers—she nodded and rose onto her knees. He moved too, leaning his shoulders against the headboard.
“Face Lysander,” Marcus instructed.
Once Avalon was settled with her gorgeous ass just inches away from his cock, he positioned her over his tip. She stiffened when he pushed through, but Marcus encouraged her by rubbing soothing circles over the small of her back and handing over complete control. It was up to her now. Marcus spread his legs, bending them to make room for Lysander. Avalon took her time, holding onto his knees while Lysander worked his cock, his other hand in her hair. Lysander guided her to his neck, groaning as she pumped him full of her drug.
Varos was still watching, enjoying the view and casually stroking his dick. With each inch Avalon gifted to him, he had to grit his teeth so he didn’t come too soon. He continued to rub over her back while his other hand sought out her clit. He pressed down, and was rewarded with another inch. The faster he pleased her, the more she gave him until she was fully seated.
“Come here, sweet Avalon, so Lysander can have you too,” he hummed, pushing his hips forward.
The new angle had her laying on his torso. With both arms wrapped around her, he pushed under her shirt to cup her breast and left the other hand on her clit.
Avalon groaned, annoyed that she had to move. She shifted a little, and the movement nearly finished him off. His little dove was so fucking tight that anything she did would make him lose his mind. His body was on edge, constantly fighting his orgasm.
“Good, just like that,” he praised as she let herself fall on him. “You feel so good, little dove.”
Lysander leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’ll be gentle.”
Then Marcus felt the pressure on his shaft increase. “Fuck,” he groaned with a tremble in his tone. He wasn’t going to last.
Lysander grinned and slowly pushed in deeper, making Avalon whimper softly.
“Do you want me to go slower?”
She nodded, her hands gripping onto Lysander’s waist, her claws puncturing his skin. He pulled back, easing the pressure on both of them.
“This isn’t going to last long,” he warned, leaning forward to drag his fangs across Avalon’s neck. Her right hand reached up and combed through his hair, soothing him. “You feel so damn good.”
He nearly choked when Lysander pushed in, this time much deeper. Lysander moved slowly but he was so close he was nearing tears. Avalon’s ass grinding onto him as Lysander started to slow fuck her didn’t help. It felt as if his whole body was on fire, electricity sizzling through him. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy her as much as he could, but losing himself would mean losing control.
“Come,” she ordered, her fingers still roaming through his hair. “It’s okay.”
“I’ve barely had you,” he pressed out between his teeth, hanging on by a thread.
“You promised me eternity.” Then her voice became even more demanding. “Come, Marcus. Now .”
Marcus clenched down on his fangs, cock swelling and spilling inside her. His mind exploded, fireworks prickling over his skin. He rocked through his orgasm, the clench of Avalon’s ass and the drag of Lysander’s shaft against his sending his body into overdrive. The moment his cock softened, Lysander chased his own climax, fucking into Avalon with an almost inhuman pace. Marcus held her tight, her body rocking on top of his. He worked her clit, every little sound coming from her music to his ears. Varos rushed to the bedside, tilting her chin and burying himself in her mouth to spill down her throat. Avalon sucked him down, swallowing every drop. The image sent Lysander over the edge. He came with a growl, the only one of them panting for air. Once Avalon’s body stilled, he could feel her quiver in his hold.
He retracted his fangs and let his softened cock slip free, settling Avalon on the mattress between his thighs. “Eternity.”
“Eternity,” she repeated and gratefully accepted the cloth Varos offered her.
Varos leaned down and kissed her while Lysander scooted back to give her space.
“I messed up the sheets,” she frowned, scrambling off the bed.
“I believe that was Marcus, so he should be the one cleaning it up,” Lysander laughed.
Now Marcus was frowning too. “Like you didn’t come inside her too.”
“I don’t stain the fabric red.” And with that Lysander stood up and rushed after Avalon into the bathroom, leaving a pouting Marcus to change the sheets.