Chapter 136: Bound By Desire
**Conner**
We gather around Clint as Seraphina stands at the center, her presence commanding yet enigmatic, her long, dark hair cascading over the intricate robes that shimmer with arcane symbols. The ritual she proposes is not merely a test of our physical endurance but a delve into the depths of our desires, fears, and the shadows that lurk within Clint’s soul. I used to think that I knew my brother, but now I have doubts. We all were touched by darkness and let out some of our primal instincts, but why did it latch onto him?
“The binding will amplify your desires,” Seraphina explains, her voice low and hypnotic. “It will strip away your inhibitions, forcing you to confront the fantasies you’ve kept hidden, even from yourselves. But it will also expose the darkness within Clint, bringing it to the surface where it can be purged. Are you prepared to face what lies within?” We saw what is in Clint when we submitted to the Ancient One. What else could there be? Unless…no, I shouldn’t even think it, but what if it isn’t Clint’s darkness that needs purged but the Ancient One himself? Avery ordered the ritual to begin before I could stop any of them.
Avery steps forward, her eyes piercing through the tension. “We’re ready,” she declares, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside her. Cassius places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his blue eyes meeting hers. “Together,” he murmurs, his voice a bedrock of strength. James and I nod in silent agreement, our resolve unspoken but palpable. I bite my cheek, hoping that we haven’t played right into the Ancient One’s hands.
Seraphina raises her hands, and the air around them begins to hum with energy. “Kneel,” she commands. We comply, our bodies forming a circle as we kneel on the cold stone floor. Seraphina moves between us, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air, weaving a spell that binds us together. I don’t mind the binding anymore; in fact, I draw power from it. I am unsure why, but it might come in handy later.
The first touch of the ritual is subtle—a tingling sensation that creeps up our spines, connecting us in a way that feels both intimate and invasive. Avery blushes and shivers as she begins to feel our desires, and we bite our lips or try to control our arousal, creating a tapestry of longing that grows more vivid with each passing moment. “Speak your desires,” Seraphina instructs, her voice echoing in the chamber. “Let them flow freely, for only in truth can the darkness be confronted.”
Avery closes her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps as the spell intensifies. She feels Cassius’s dominant nature surge, his desire to control and protect colliding with her own need to both surrender and protect. My mind whispers of forbidden scenarios, of being bound and helpless, while James’s primal instincts roar to the surface, his need to claim and dominate overwhelming. Their desires fuel my own. Our family will survive this. We will ace any test, we have to.
“I want to be bound,” Avery confesses, her voice trembling. “I want to feel powerless, to be at the mercy of my mates. But I also want to control them, to see them submit to me.”
Cassius’s voice follows, deep and commanding. “I want to dominate, to push you all to your limits. But I also want to be dominated, to feel the weight of your control, Avery.”
My words are softer, more calculated. “I want to be restrained, to be forced to watch as you take control, Avery. But I also want to be the one in charge, to orchestrate every moment.”
James’s voice is a growl, raw and primal. “I want to claim you all, to mark you as mine. But I also want to be marked, to feel the bite of your dominance, Avery.”
Clint’s voice is the last to join the chorus, his words strained as the darkness within him struggles against the ritual’s pull. “I want to control, to bend you all to my will. But I also want to be controlled, to be saved from myself.”
It is at this moment that I realize that we aren’t like other dragons. We all want both domination and submission. All of the kings before have been dominants and their queens their submissives. Is Avery different because she has all of us, or is there another reason? As our desires intertwine, the chamber transforms. The cold stone walls melt away, replaced by a labyrinth of shadows and light. Avery finds herself bound to a lavish bed, her wrists and ankles restrained by silken ropes that shimmer with magical energy. Cassius stands before her, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and dominance.
“You’re mine to command,” he declares, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He traces a finger along her jawline, his touch both tender and commanding. “But tonight, I want you to command me.”
Avery’s heart races as she realizes the power she holds. She nods, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. “Then kneel, Cassius.” He complies without hesitation, his knees hitting the floor as he bows his head. He leans over so that her bound hand can touch his head. Avery reaches out, her fingers tangling in his dirty blonde hair, pulling his head back so their eyes meet. “Look at me,” she orders, her voice laced with authority. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to please you,” he growls, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to feel your control, to know that I’m yours to command.”
Avery smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. “Then prove it.”
As Cassius begins to worship her body with his mouth and hands, Avery feels my presence as I sit beside her on the bed. My fingers trace the curves of her body, my touch both gentle and possessive. “You’re mine to control,” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “But tonight, I want you to control me.”
Avery turns her head, her lips brushing against mine. “Then lie down, Conner.”
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