Chapter 183: New Fate
**Avery**
The night deepens, the stars blazing like diamonds against the velvet sky, as the celebration reaches its peak. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and the heady aroma of wine, the laughter of my companions mingling with the soft strumming of a lute that Donn has somehow produced from nowhere. The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the clearing, and in its warmth, inhibitions melt away.
Cassius pulls me close, his hand sliding down my back in a way that makes my breath hitch. "You’re incredible, Avery," he murmurs, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "But I think it’s time we showed you just how much we’re willing to support you."
Before I can respond, Clint is there, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as he presses a glass of wine into my hand. "Drink," he commands, his tone playful yet insistent. I obey, the rich liquid sliding down my throat, warming me from the inside out.
Conner steps forward, his movements deliberate, his blue eyes dark with desire. "We’ve all been waiting for this moment, Avery," he says, his voice low and husky. "Waiting to show you just how much you mean to us."
Donn smirks, his void eyes gleaming with anticipation. "And what better way to celebrate than by worshiping the queen herself?"
Before I can process his words, Vincent is behind me, his hands sliding around my waist, his breath hot against my ear. "You’re ours tonight, Avery," he growls, his voice a raw, primal command. "And we’re going to make you feel like the queen you are."
Clint steps closer, his hair catching the firelight, his eyes soft with adoration. "Let us take care of you," he whispers, his voice gentle yet firm. "Let us show you how much you’re loved."
James looms over me, his green eyes piercing, his presence commanding. "As your king," he declares, his voice steady and sure, "I claim the right to pleasure my queen."
Rory grins, her boldness infectious. "And I’ll make sure you enjoy every fucking second of it. Even if I have to give those mates of yours directions," I laughed as she kissed me on the cheek before she took Jace’s and Draven’s hands. She led them away, a short distance from us.
The world tilts, the ground shifting beneath my feet as Cassius presses me back against Vincent’s chest. His hands are everywhere, sliding up my thighs, cupping my breasts, his touch both gentle and demanding. Clint is at my side, his lips brushing against my neck, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.
"Fuck," I gasp, my head falling back against Vincen’t’s shoulder as he nuzzles my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "What are you doing to me?"
"Showing you your place," Vincent growls, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples. "Showing you that you belong to us."
Conner kneels before me, his hands sliding up my legs, his mouth pressing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "Lift your legs," he commands, his voice a rough whisper. I obey, my heart pounding, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he spreads my thighs, his mouth hovering dangerously close to my core.
"Please," I beg, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Please, Conner, I need—" He doesn’t let me finish, his mouth closing over my clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. A cry tears itself from my throat, my hands tangling in his hair as he laps at me, his tongue relentless, his mouth devouring me.
Vincent’s hands slide down, his fingers teasing the entrance to my core, his touch both gentle and firm. "You’re so wet for us," he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. "So ready."
Cassius steps closer, his hands sliding up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that’s both tender and fierce. His tongue duels with mine, his taste intoxicating, his hands roaming over my body, claiming me, marking me as his own.
Clint is at my side, his hands sliding up my arms, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let go, Avery," he whispers, his voice a soothing balm. "Let us take care of you."
I nod, my body trembling, my core aching with need. James steps forward, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth pressing against my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin in a way that makes me shudder.
"You’re mine," he growls, his voice a raw, primal command. "And I’m going to make you scream my name."
Donn grins, his hands sliding down my body, his touch both playful and firm. "And I’ll make sure you never forget this night."
The world dissolves into a blur of touch and taste and sound, my body arching, my cries filling the air as they pleasure me, their hands and mouths and tongues driving me to the brink again and again. Conner’s mouth is relentless, his tongue flicking against my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, stretching me, filling me, driving me wild.
Vincent’s hands are everywhere, his touch both gentle and demanding, his mouth pressing against my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin. Cassius’s lips are fused to mine, his tongue dueling with mine, his hands roaming over my body, claiming me, marking me as his own.
The pleasure builds, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to consume me. My cries fill the air, my body arching, my core clenching as I teeter on the edge, the world narrowing to the feel of their hands, their mouths, their tongues.
"Fuck, Avery," Conner growls, his mouth still pressed against my core, his fingers sliding in and out of me in a relentless rhythm. "Cum for us. Cum for your family."
The words are my undoing, my body exploding in a cascade of pleasure, my cries echoing through the night as I shatter, my release flooding Conner’s mouth, my body trembling in the aftermath.
But they’re not done with me yet.
Vincent lifts me, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth pressing against mine in a kiss that’s both tender and fierce. "Your turn," he growls, his voice a dark promise.
Cassius steps forward, his hands sliding down my body, his lips brushing against my ear. "We’re going to make you feel like the queen you are."
I nod, my body still trembling, my core still aching with need. James steps closer, his hands gripping my hips, his mouth pressing against my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin.
"You’re mine," he growls, his voice a raw, primal command.
The night stretches before us, a canvas waiting to be painted with the promises of pleasure and the bonds of family. And as they take me, one by one, their hands and mouths and tongues driving me to the brink again and again. I feel the world bend around me as if time had stopped…maybe it had. All I know is that now I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!
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