Chapter 124 pt 2
**Avery**
Their eyes darken with desire, and Clint's lips curve into a wicked smile. "Are you sure, Avery? We might take you up on that offer."
I meet his gaze, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'm sure. I trust you completely."
Conner steps forward, his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "Then let's make this a Christmas to remember."
As they begin to undress me, I feel a surge of excitement, my body humming with anticipation. I know that this is just the beginning, that our love and passion will only continue to grow, a flame that will burn brighter with each passing day. The playroom is dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with the scent of leather and anticipation as I stand before my mates, my body bare and vulnerable. My heart pounds in my chest, a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my stomach.
Clint steps forward, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in her body. He runs a finger down her spine, sending shivers cascading through her. "You're so beautiful, Avery," he murmurs, his voice thick with want.
Conner joins him, his gaze intense as he meets my eyes. "We're going to take our time with you, love. We're going to make you feel every single touch, every single pleasure."
Cassius moves to stand behind me, his hands resting on my hips. "And we're going to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life."
My breath hitches as I feel the weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that hangs in the air. I nod, my trust in them absolute. "I'm ready."
Clint's lips curve into a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around my eyes. The world goes dark, and my senses heighten, every sound and touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my skin as Conner steps closer, his hands roaming over my body, mapping every curve and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if I am a precious treasure to be cherished.
"You're so responsive, Avery," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "It's like your body was made for ours."
Cassius's hands join Conner's, their touches blending together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan softly, my head falling back as I surrender to their skilled ministrations. Clint's voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze of pleasure. "Time to play, love."
I feel a soft restraint being fastened around my wrist, and then another around my ankle. I am secured to the bed, my body spread out before them, a willing offering. The touch of a feather sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp as it trails over my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I can't see, but I can feel every sensation, every touch, every breath.
Conner's lips brush against my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. "You like that, don't you, love?" he whispers, his voice a dark promise.
I nod, my body arching into the touch. "Yes," I breathe, my voice hoarse with need.
Cassius's hand trails down my body, his fingers dipping between my legs, finding me wet and wanting. He teases me, his touch light and fleeting, driving me to the brink of madness.
"Please," I whispered, my voice a desperate plea.
Clint's laughter is low and wicked as he joins them, his hands and mouth adding to the symphony of pleasure. My body is a canvas, and they're painting me with touch and sensation, each stroke driving me closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the soft gasps and moans, the rustle of fabric, and the creak of leather. My body is a tempest, my senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation.
Conner's lips find mine, his kiss deep and demanding. I open to him, my tongue tangling with his as I surrender to the pleasure. Cassius's hand tightens on my hip, holding me in place as Clint's mouth trails down my body, his tongue teasing and tasting. My breath hitches as he reaches my core, his tongue dipping and swirling, driving me to the brink.
"Oh, gods," I moan, my body arching off the bed.
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