Chapter 149 part 2
**Avery**
Cassius pushes me back onto the bed, his lips trailing down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shudder. Clint kneels between my legs, his breath ghosting over my core as he looks up at me, his eyes dark with intent. Conner moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pressing insistently against my ass. I’m surrounded, claimed, and the sensation is intoxicating.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Clint murmurs, his fingers teasing the wetness between my thighs. “So wet. So ready for us.”
“Always,” I pant, my body already coiling tight with anticipation. I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. “Fuck me. All of you. Now.” Since beating the Ancient One, I am no longer afraid of my desires or of enjoying all of my mates whenever I please. But I can’t help but wonder if he unleashed some form of darkness within me, too.
They don’t need to be told twice. Cassius positions himself at my entrance, his cock thick and heavy as he presses inside me, filling me completely. I gasp, my nails digging into Clint’s shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Conner doesn’t wait, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he lines himself up, his cock pressing against my tight entrance. “Ready for me, Avery?” he growls.
“Yes,” I whimper, my body already stretched and full, but the thought of him joining us sends a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me. “Please.”
He doesn’t hold back, pushing inside me with a force that makes me cry out, my body splitting open to accommodate him. The sensation is overwhelming, Cassius’s cock buried deep inside my pussy, Conner’s filling my ass, and Clint’s mouth sucking at my clit, his fingers teasing my entrance. I’m stretched, filled, and claimed, and it’s everything I’ve been craving.
The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure—wet flesh slapping, moans and gasps, the occasional vulgarity. Cassius and Conner move in sync, their thrusts relentless, their cocks pounding into me with a rhythm that’s both brutal and beautiful. Clint’s fingers join the fray, sliding inside me alongside his tongue, his touch sending me spiraling closer to the edge.
“Look at her,” Cassius growls, his voice thick with lust. “She’s perfect. Our perfect little slut.”
“Yours,” I pant, my body trembling on the brink. “All of you. Always.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m falling, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My body convulses, my cries echoing through the chamber as I come undone, my release milking their cocks, drawing out their own pleasure. They follow me over the edge, their thrusts becoming frantic, their grunts filling the air as they spill themselves deep inside me, marking me as theirs.
As the world slows, and our breaths begin to steady, I lie there, sated and boneless, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of our passion. Cassius and Conner withdraw, their cocks slipping out of me with wet pops, leaving me feeling deliciously empty and full all at once. Clint collapses beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.
“Better?” Cassius asks, his voice gentle now, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.
I smile, my body still humming with satisfaction. “For now.”
But as I look into their eyes, the visions return, unbidden and insistent. Altima. My twin. The path I’m meant to follow. I push the thoughts aside, focusing on the warmth of their bodies, the comfort of their presence. But I know, deep down, that this isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning. And as I drift off, my mind already wandering to the mysteries that await, I can’t shake the feeling that my destiny—and my brother—are closer than I think.
**Conner**
Before we came home to Avery, we met with James and Draven. They all think that Avery might need the darkness, but my brothers and I don’t. Clint still struggles a bit to keep his tether to the Ancient One muted. I informed the others that I think the Ancient One did it as a way to mark Avery, similar to how Typhon did when she was a child. Am I grateful that a powerful ancient being wants to look out for my mate? Yes, but I am not happy when I can feel is raw desire to claim her. Avery had a hard time accepting me and my brothers as her mates. She accepted James, but he was her intended Fated. My brothers and I just got lucky that she is our mate, too. Also, her bond with Draven is odd. He’s a warlock who seized a dragon and possesses such darkness. I was initially hurt that she had fucked him, but after meeting the Ancient One, I forgave her for it all. He is extremely dominant and persuasive. I also need to understand why Avery didn’t order those boys to be put in a dungeon. Is she still unsure of herself and her power? If so, I need to find a way to get her to see herself as I see her.
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