Victoria shut the door to her room and smoothed down her dress. She was wearing a light blue silk dress that matched her eyes and she took a moment to adjust the neckline, ensuring that just the right amount of cleavage was showing.
She had woken nearly an hour ago and after mulling over what she had seen in the forest the night before, had decided on a plan. Tristan was infatuated with the Red - that was obvious even before last night. Although he had told her he was selling the Red to another, she had decided that it wouldn't hurt to show him exactly why and how she could please him better than the Red ever could. Once he'd had a taste of her body, he would forget the Red entirely.
She crossed the hallway and knocked lightly on Tristan's door. "Tristan, are you awake yet? May I come in?"
Tristan rubbed Avery's lower back as she stiffed against him. She was bent over the back of the armchair, her legs spread wide and her pale, naked skin glowing in the light from the fire. He was behind her, his large body nestled between her spread legs, and he let out a soft groan of pleasure as he lifted her hips so he could slide even further into her.
"Tristan, wait," she said.
He leaned forward and cupped her breasts before kissing the back of one pale shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Did you not hear the knock?"
Before he could shake his head, there was a second knock and Victoria's voice drifted through the door. "Tristan, may I come in?"
"Tell me you locked the door." Tristan breathed just as the doorknob turned back and forth.
Avery nodded, and he breathed a sigh of relief as she straightened. The change in position made her tighten around Tristan's cock, and a loud groan tore from his throat before he could stop it.
Tristan clamped a hand over his mouth, his dark eyes wide. Avery's body was shaking, and she covered her mouth as a spat of giggles escaped. He frowned at her and made a shushing gesture, but it just made her laugh harder.
"My lord, you are the strongest and most fearless man, I know. Yet, you hide from a woman," she whispered teasingly.
"Hush, girl," he said.
She snorted and buried her face in the crook of her arm as Tristan's hands tightened around her hips.
"Tristan? Are you sick?" Victoria rattled the doorknob and knocked again. "I know you're in there. Let me in please."
He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, Victoria. I'm not feeling well. Could you let the others know that I will not be joining them this eve -"
He let out another loud moan as Avery, grinning wickedly at him over her shoulder, thrust her pelvis back and forth with hard, quick movements.
"Stop that!" he muttered. He pulled out of her and stepped back. She turned toward him, and he took another step back at the look on her face.
"Don't you dare, girl," he warned quietly and reached for her. She ducked and dropped to her knees, taking him into her warm mouth.
"Tristan, if you're sick and your healing powers are not helping, you need to be looked at. Let me in so I can help you." Victoria's voice was thick with frustration.
"Tristan? This is ridiculous – let me in." The door rattled in its frame when Victoria pounded on it.
Tristan stared down at Avery, watching her lips slide back and forth over his throbbing cock. He groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair. He meant to push her away but as his fingers tightened, she sucked hard and he groaned again, his hips thrusting helplessly against her mouth.
Faintly he could hear Victoria talking through the door, but he was consumed by the sight and feel of Avery's warm mouth. He watched, his groin tightening and his legs beginning to tremble as Avery sucked and licked and squeezed the base of him with her fingers.
There was a loud banging on the door and with a grunt of anger he shouted, "I am fine, Victoria. I just need to sleep. Leave me be, for the gods sake!"
"Fine, lord Tristan," Victoria snapped through the door. He could hear the loud click of her heels as she stomped down the hallway, and with a muttered curse he grabbed Avery's shoulders and pulled her to her feet.
She grinned cheekily at him. "Something wrong, my lord?"
He spun her around roughly and bent her over the back of the armchair once more. "You deserve a spanking for that, girl."
He ran his hand over her ass, smiling a little at the way she quivered beneath him. He squeezed the firm flesh and then slipped his hand between her thighs. She moaned and immediately spread her legs apart. He placed a warm kiss in the middle of her back as his fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed gently. She gasped and sighed with need, clutching the armchair as her hips moved against his fingers. When she was close to coming, he stopped.
"No, please!" she cried out and he smiled again as he pulled her up straight and pressed his cock against her soft ass. He reached around her body and cupped her breasts, kneading and rubbing the pale globes before tugging on her hard nipples.
"Tristan, please," she begged.
He turned her to face him and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself against his cock as he carried her to the bed. He sat down on the edge of it and as he lifted her and slid his cock deep into her warm pussy, she cried out and clutched at his shoulders. He plunged in and out of her, watching her face flush with pleasure until she suddenly stiffened and then climaxed.
The pleasure pulsating through her body pulled his own orgasm from him. As their bodies shuddered against each other, he gathered her against him, burying his face in her neck and wondering if he would be able to send her away.
"Watch where you're going, you stupid girl!" Victoria pushed Laura away from her and then slapped her across the head. The woman gave a frightened squeak and pressed back against the wall.
Victoria scowled at her. "What are you doing slinking around the hallways?"
"Forgive me, my lady," Laura said breathlessly. "Mrs. Lanning sent me to fetch Avery. She was bringing food to you and lord Tristan and has been gone for nearly three hours now."
Victoria stared at her. "Has she now?"
"Aye. Did you not find the tray of food in your room?" Laura asked.
"Aye, it was there." Victoria looked behind her and when she turned back to Laura, the
woman blanched and shrank against the wall. She knew her eyes had turned yellow, and a low growl rumbled from her chest.
She shook herself and stared down at the smaller woman. "Tell Mrs. Lanning that Tristan is not feeling well this evening. I believe Avery is," she paused, her lips curling back from her suddenly very white and very large teeth, "taking care of him. I would not expect to see either of them until the morning."
Laura nodded mutely as Victoria swept down the hallway. "And find my brother and send him to me, you stupid cow."