Chapter 144 part 2
**Avery**
I step forward, without fear, my body humming with anticipation. I am the first to surrender, to let the Ancient One's hands roam over my body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me that I wasn’t expecting. His fingers trace my curves, his thumbs brushing my nipples, his mouth descending to capture mine in a kiss that's both tender and demanding. It isn’t what I was expecting. I feel power and electricity. I feel a pull that I know that I shouldn’t feel.
Cassius is next, his body pressing against mine as the Ancient One's hands roam over us both, his touch igniting a fire within us. Clint joins us, his hands roaming over my body, his mouth nipping at my neck as the Ancient One's fingers delve into the wetness between my thighs.
Conner's strong arms wrap around me from behind, his hands cupping my breasts as the Ancient One's mouth trails down my body, his tongue flicking my nipples, his fingers teasing my clit. James's hands roaming over my body, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that's both dominant and tender.
Draven's dark beauty is a stark contrast to Jace's gentle nature as they join the fray, their bodies pressing together, their mouths devouring each other as the Ancient One's hands roam over them, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through them. Rory's youthful body is a blank canvas as the Ancient One's hands roam over her, his touch gentle yet firm, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that steals her breath away.
The ritual intensifies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Bodies pressed together, mouths devouring, hands roaming, as the Ancient One's essence merges with theirs. His power flows through them, a current of electricity that binds them together, forging a connection that goes beyond the physical. My cries of pleasure mingle with those of my mates, our voices a chorus of ecstasy as the Ancient One's touch sends us spiraling into orgasm after orgasm. His fingers, his mouth, his cock, become instruments of pleasure, driving us to heights we never thought possible.
Cassius's dominant nature shines through as he takes control, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that's both tender and demanding. Clint's mischievous glint turns into a look of pure lust as he watches me and Cassius, his hands roaming over Jace's body, his mouth nipping at his neck. I had never asked Clint if he was bisexual. To my surprise, it doesn’t bother me. I find it kind of hot.
Conner's intense gaze softens as he watches me, his hands roaming over my body, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck, his cock throbbing with need. James watches us all, his hands roaming over my body, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that's both gentle and possessive before his hands caress Rory.
Draven's dark beauty is a sight to behold as he watches Jace, his hands roaming over his body, his mouth devouring him, his cock throbbing with need. Jace's gentle nature is a stark contrast to Draven's darkness as he surrenders to his touch, his body trembling with pleasure, his mouth crying out in ecstasy. I am filled with happiness as I watch them both. Draven is finally free, and I can’t wait to see how his relationship with Jace and Rory goes.
The Ancient One's hands roam over us all, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through us, his mouth capturing ours in kisses that steal our breath away. His cock, thick and throbbing, becomes the focal point, driving into some of us, filling us, completing us. It is as if he is a temporary mate to us all. How can this be? No strigoi I have read about has ever possessed such powers. Is it because he is the last?
My body is a tapestry of pleasure, my skin glistening with sweat, my hair tangled and wild. My mates surround me, their bodies pressing against mine, their mouths devouring mine, their cocks throbbing with need. The ritual reaches its climax, the air thick with the scent of sex and magic. The Ancient One's essence merges with ours, a fusion of power and pleasure that leaves us breathless, transformed. As we lie tangled together, our bodies spent, our hearts pounding, the Ancient One's voice rumbles through us, deep and resonant. "You are now ready. The power to defeat Cora is within you. Go forth, and may your bond be your strength."
My eyes meet those of my mates, a silent promise passing between us. We've faced the ritual, surrendered to our desires, and emerged stronger, more connected than ever. The battle against Cora awaits, but for now, we revel in the aftermath, our bodies sated, our souls intertwined. Our bonds with our allies and friends are stronger too. We are a family. The chamber is silent, the only sound is the heavy breathing of eight bodies, spent and satisfied. The Ancient One's presence fades, leaving us alone, our bond forged in the fires of passion and power. But I can’t help but wonder, is the Ancient One somehow now a part of us…a part of our family?
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