Chapter 138: The Void
**Avery**
I wandered in that darkness until I found each of my mates. For now, we stand together in the void, our hands clasped tightly, a physical manifestation of the bond that holds us. The Ancient One's presence looms, an unseen force that watches, waits, and whispers. "Now, time will stand still on earth. In this realm, you will face trials beyond your imagination," the Ancient One's voice echoes in a sultry purr. "Your desires, your fears, your deepest secrets—all will be laid bare. Only by embracing them, by surrendering to the darkness, can you hope to emerge stronger. If you fear the darkness as you have, you will all fail. The choices are yours, show me who you are."
My heart pounds in my chest. I can feel the others' anxiety, their fear, and their longing. They are not just fighting for their lives; they are fighting for their love, their loyalty, and their very souls. I won’t let them down no matter what. I will help them realize that this is all some mindfuck designed by the Ancient One. He may think that he holds the power, but we do. I have to make my mates see that so they don’t succumb to this twisted illusion. I just don’t understand its purpose, but I will. If he wants me not to fear the darkness, then I will bathe in it. "The first trial begins now," the Ancient One declares, and the darkness seems to thicken, coalescing into a tangible force.
A soft glow emanates from my hands, a warm, golden light that spreads to my mates, enveloping them in a protective cocoon. It is my magic, my essence, a manifestation of my love and determination. "We face this together," I whisper, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Our bond is our strength. Let there be light.”
The darkness responds, tendrils of shadow reaching out, caressing our bodies, teasing our senses. I feel a sudden rush of desire, an overwhelming urge to be touched, to be claimed. My skin tingles, my nipples hardening, my core throbbing with need. Cassius's hand tightens around mine, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. "Focus, my queen," he murmurs, his deep voice a balm to my frayed nerves. "We are here, with you."
Clint's other hand finds mine, his touch electric, his presence a fiery brand. "Let the darkness come," he says, his voice a low growl. "We will burn it away."
Conner's hand rests on my hip, his touch steady, his presence a calming influence. "We are your shield, Avery," he says, his voice a soft whisper. "Let us protect you."
James’s hand settles on my shoulder, his touch possessive, his presence a dominant force. "You are mine, Avery," he declares, his voice a thunderous rumble. "And I will not let anyone, or anything, take you from me."
Their words, their touch, their presence—it is a symphony of love, a chorus of devotion that strengthens my resolve. I close my eyes, letting their combined energy flow through me, a powerful current that pushes back against the darkness. The shadows respond, retreating slightly, as if acknowledging our unity. But the trial is far from over. A whisper, a seductive murmur, slithers into my mind. "What do you desire, my queen?" it asks, a sultry voice that seems to originate from within my own thoughts. "What is it that you crave, that you long for, in the depths of your heart?"
My breath hitches, my body responding to the question before my mind can process it. Images flash before my eyes: Cassius's piercing blue gaze, Clint's fiery touch, Conner's steady presence, James's dominant embrace. I want them all, need them all, in ways that are both tender and brutal. The darkness seems to sense my turmoil, the tendrils of shadow reaching out, caressing my body, teasing my senses. My skin prickles, my nerves alight with anticipation. I can feel my mates' desire, their need, mirroring my own. Fuck! Cassius's hand slides up my arm, his touch possessive, his thumb brushing against my sensitive skin. "Tell us, Avery," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "What do you want? What do you need?"
My eyes flutter open, my gaze locking with his. "I want..." I began, my voice hoarse, my throat dry. "I want to feel you all, to be surrounded by your love, your passion, your strength." I don’t just want those things, I need them. They serve as the ties that bind us, and I must ensure that they are unbreakable. The words are barely out of my mouth when the darkness responds, a rush of sensation overwhelming my senses. Hands, mouths, bodies—they press against me, caress me, claim me. I am touched, tasted, explored in ways that are both familiar and exhilaratingly new.
Clint's mouth captures mine, his kiss hungry, his tongue dueling with mine. His hand slides down my body, cupping my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple. I moan, my head falling back, my body arching into his touch.
Conner's hands slide up my thighs, his touch gentle, his fingers brushing against my core. I am so wet, slick, my body responding to his touch with an eagerness that surprises even me. His mouth finds my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Let go, Avery," he whispers. "Let us take care of you."
James's hand rests on my hip, his touch possessive, his presence a dominant force. His mouth finds my neck, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin. "You are mine," he growls, his voice a thunderous rumble. "And I will claim you, again and again."
My body is a tempest of sensation, my nerves alight, my skin on fire. My mates' hands, their mouths, their bodies—they are a symphony of pleasure, a chorus of desire that threatens to overwhelm me. But the darkness is not done with us yet.
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