Chapter 149: Visions Of Altima
**Avery**
After dealing with the kids at school, I hurried home. I collapse onto the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. The events at school swirl in my mind, a chaotic mess of whispered rumors, accusing glares, and the sting of betrayal. I need an escape, a release, and I know exactly what—or rather, who-will provide it. Cassius, Clint, and Conner. The Trio. My breath hitches at the thought of them, their strong hands, their hungry mouths, their cocks hard and ready to erase every last trace of today’s stress. I close my eyes, willing them to return sooner, my body already aching with anticipation.
The room is dim, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the opulent bedroom. My gown, a deep crimson that clings to every curve, feels heavy and restrictive, a reminder of the crown I wear and the responsibilities it entails. I tug at the fabric, wishing I could shed it, along with the pretenses of royalty, if only for a moment. My dragon-scale jewelry catches the light, glinting like molten gold, a subtle hint of the power that lies dormant within me. Or so I thought.
As I lie there, my mind begins to drift, the exhaustion giving way to a strange, vivid state. Images flash before my eyes, like fragments of a dream I can’t quite grasp. A forest, ancient and dense, its trees towering like sentinels. A figure, shrouded in mist, its face just out of reach. A word whispered in the wind: Altima. My heart quickens, the name stirring something deep within me, a longing I can’t explain. And then, there’s another figure, their eyes meeting mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. My brother. The other half of my soul.
The visions intensify, each one more vivid than the last. I see myself as a child, laughing with a boy who looks just like me, our hands intertwined as we run through fields of wildflowers. I see a throne room, grand and imposing, where I stand beside my twin, our crowns gleaming as we rule side by side. And then, there’s darkness, a void that threatens to consume everything, and a voice, urgent and insistent. In the darkness, a voice whispers, “This is what should have been and what could be once more. Altima holds the key.”
My breath comes in ragged gasps as the visions fade, leaving me trembling and disoriented. What was that? A dream? A memory? Or something else entirely? I shake my head, trying to clear the fog, but the images linger, etched into my mind like a map I’m meant to follow. Altima. My twin. The path is unclear, but the pull is undeniable. The sound of the door creaking open snaps me back to reality. My heart leaps as I hear their footsteps, heavy and purposeful, approaching the bed. Cassius, Clint, and Conner. My saviors. My lovers. My escape.
“There she is,” Cassius growls, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. He’s the first to reach me, his large hands gripping my hips as he looms over me, his scent—musk and leather—filling my senses. His eyes, dark and hungry, rake over me, taking in every inch of exposed skin. “You look like you could use some attention, Your Majesty.”
“I could,” I murmur, my voice thick with need. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that’s anything but gentle. His lips are firm against mine, his tongue demanding, and I melt into it, letting the tension of the day dissolve into raw, primal desire.
Clint and Conner join us, their hands roaming over my body, their touches both rough and reverent. Clint’s fingers trail down my throat, over the swell of my breasts, while Conner’s hands slide under my gown, his palms branding my skin through the thin fabric of my thighs. I moan into Cassius’s mouth, my body arching into their touches, my mind already foggy with lust.
“Take it off,” Conner commands, his voice a low rumble. “We want to see you, Avery. All of you.”
I comply without hesitation, my fingers trembling as I undo the laces of my gown. The fabric falls away, pooling around me like a pool of blood, leaving me exposed in nothing but my dragon-scale jewelry. Their gazes devour me, hot and hungry, and I feel a flush of pride mixed with arousal. I’m their queen, their lover, their obsession, and in this moment, I’m exactly what they need.
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