Instead, I watched as she panted and begged, stroking in time with Lierick’s thrusts. Avalon’s scream as she orgasmed would’ve been heard all the way down in the bar, and I smirked at the thought. Let them know how well we pleasured our girl. Give them something to work toward.
Lierick and Vox locked eyes, the desire between them so intense that I was sure life would reset itself, if they could just fuck and get it out of their systems.
I guess we were still going with yearning, though.
Lierick stuttered inside Avalon, burying himself so deep that there was no daylight between them. Vox, not to be left behind, came on Avie’s stomach in hot spurts, coating her in his own seed. That primal beast that had been riding me since we stepped into the room chuffed with satisfaction at seeing her painted with us, inside and out.
Vox was kissing Avalon, his lips saying words that he struggled to form, and she kissed him back. “Love you,” he murmured, and she panted something that was probably anI love youback.
I folded my arms beneath my head and smirked at the sweaty, erotic image they made. “Told you it would be great,” I teased, as they laid her down on my chest. I didn’t even care that Vox’s cum was smearing on me too.
That was when the door burst open, and the windows smashed, with soldiers dressed in black bursting into the room from all entry points. And things really went to shit.
Nine
Avalon
The post-orgasm glow of the best sex of my life was rudely cut short as the windows on either side of the bed smashed, spraying glass across my naked body. The door splintered away from its hinges, and soldiers in black poured in.
Had the Baron of the Sixth Line figured out Lierick had tampered with his mind?
A bullet whizzed by my head, grazing Vox’s shoulder before lodging in the headboard. Guns meant this could only be the First Line, and they weren’t here for prisoners.
The Baron of the First Line had sent assassins.
Hayle was up faster than my eyes could follow, launching himself at the closest one with a roar. More assassins poured in. Had the Baron sent a whole battalion to take out his youngest son? They surrounded Hayle, and I lost sight of Lierick and Vox in the seconds it took me to comprehend what was happening.
“Hayle!” I screamed. His desperate eyes looked at me, then Hayle was just… gone.
In his place was something my mind couldn’t comprehend. The closest thing I could compare it to was a giant lion, but much bigger than a normal creature. Bigger than even the Baron of the Third Line’s lion companion. It filled the room, not just with itsbody, but with huge, golden wings that glinted like metal in the lamplight. It opened its giant maw, filled with razor-sharp fangs, and bit the head off one of the assassins.
Then it just swallowed it whole.
I was too shocked to even scream. Rolling off the bed, I knew I needed to use the shock of this monster appearing to get the hell out of the way.
One of the assassins seemed to shake himself from his stunned stupor and launched toward me, but a flash of purple flew at his face, tiny claws slashing and small teeth taking chunks out of the exposed areas near the assassin’s eyes.
“Epsy!” I shouted, as Alucius and Braxus barrelled through the windows, standing between me and the rest of the room, Braxus tearing mouthfuls of flesh out of the assassin Epsy was attacking.
Gunfire was still flying around the small room, and with the size of the beast, it was impossible for it not to have been struck. My wide eyes went back to the monster, but the hounds didn’t seem at all worried about the giant lion-bird creature in the room, so I knew deep down it was Hayle.
But my mind still rebelled. I wanted to close my eyes and hide in the corner, but instead, I grabbed Hayle’s sword from where it rested against the wall and raised it.
Naked.
We were fighting off assassins naked, coated in cum.
None of the assassins even made it past the hounds to feel the edge of the blade, and I was once more thankful for my furry babysitters.
Finally, Vox slit the throat of the last assassin, and as he gurgled his last breath, the man glared at his Heir. “Traitor,” he gasped.
“Don’t worry, your Baron will be joining you soon in the abyss,” Vox growled, gripping his head and snapping his neck.
The silence that came after was its own beast.
“Iker!” I gasped at Lierick, and he hesitated, his eyes flicking between the beast and me. “Go. It… uh, Hayle, would never hurt me.”
He paused a second longer, his eyes taking in the blood-soaked mouth of the giant creature in the room with us. Finally, he dragged on a pair of pants and picked up his sword, before running from the room.
