Chapter 198 Part 2
**Avery**
The air in the room shifted. The tension of war and revelation didn’t break—it transformed. It became something thick, primal, and electric. I looked back at my mates, and the sight sent a jolt of pure lust straight to my core. Their eyes, all six pairs, were lidded, their pupils blown wide with a dark, consuming hunger. It wasn’t just desire. It was pride. It was awe. It was the raw, possessive need of predators seeing their queen fully embrace her throne of blood and shadow.
They rose as one, a silent, coordinated movement. The air crackled with their combined power, their scents—musk, ozone, ancient earth, fire, and shadow—colliding into an intoxicating perfume of absolute dominance. They began to press in, their bodies a warm, hard wall of muscle and intent, surrounding me, trapping me, worshipping me.
Vincent was the first to speak, his voice a low, velvety rasp that slid down my spine like a drop of whiskey. He reached out, his cool fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “That,” he breathed, his dark eyes burning into mine, “was one of the most sexy things you have ever said.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear, a wicked smile in his voice. "Let's go play, my sacred flame!"
The words were a command and a release. James didn’t hesitate. He hooked an arm under my knees, lifting me effortlessly and depositing me on my back in the center of the massive conference table. The polished wood was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat building inside me. My dress was ripped away in a single, satisfying tear, followed by the rest of my clothes, hands working with an efficient, desperate hunger.
Chaos descended. A beautiful, perfect chaos of limbs and lips and teeth. James was between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wide. His eyes, blazing with a king’s possession, locked with mine as he drove into me, his cock, thick and regal, filling my wet, waiting cunt with a single, powerful thrust. I cried out, a raw sound of pleasure and surrender, arching my back against the hard table.
Clint was at my head, his fiery hair brushing my cheek as his wicked tongue found my clit, a bolt of pure electricity that made my hips buck against James’s deliberate, punishing thrusts. He licked and teased with an artist’s skill, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me in place for his assault.
Then, a new pressure, a new invasion. Cassius was behind me, his powerful body pressing against my ass. He nudged at my tight entrance, and with a low growl, he pushed inside. The feeling of being filled so completely, stretched by two powerful dragons at once, was overwhelming. My senses shattered, reforming around the primal rhythm of James fucking my pussy and Cassius fucking my ass.
Conner knelt on the table beside me, his usually stoic face flushed with raw lust. He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering, taking my gasps and moans. His hands pinned my wrists to the table above my head, a silent display of dominance that made me writhe.
Vincent’s cool touch was a delicious torment against my heated skin. He licked a path from my collarbone to my breast, his fangs grazing my nipple, sending shivers through my core. He suckled hard, his shadow-magic a faint, thrilling chill against my flesh.
Donn, my beautiful, broken Reaper, was everywhere else. His hands roamed my body, stroking my ribs, squeezing my calves, his touch both a reverent worship and a desperate claiming. He leaned over Clint, his tongue darting out to taste the slickness on my inner thigh, his grin a flash of white in the dim light.
The room was filled with the wet slap of flesh, the guttural grunts of my mates, my own ragged cries. It wasn’t just sex; it was a ritual. A war cry. A sealing of the vow I had just made. With every thrust from James, every slick slide of Cassius, every flick of Clint’s tongue, they were pouring their power, their belief, their fealty into me. They were anointing their queen.
My body was a conduit for their ecstasy. The pleasure was a rising tide, a furious storm building to an impossible peak. I felt James’s pace quicken, his thrusts becoming deeper, more frantic. Cassius grunted, his hips slamming into me with unrestrained force. Clint’s tongue became a merciless whirlwind against my clit.
“Cum for us, Avery!” James roared, his voice echoing in the chamber. “Show us your power!”
I did. I let go. My body convulsed, a violent, soul-shattering orgasm ripping through me. My cunt clamped down on James, milking him; my ass tightened around Cassius, squeezing him. A scream tore from my throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release. The wave of my pleasure triggered theirs. I felt James’s hot seed flood me, a guttural groan vibrating through his body into mine. A moment later, Cassius followed, his own release a hot gush deep inside me. Their roars of completion were a symphony of savage victory.
For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing. I lay there, splayed on the table, utterly ravaged, completely satiated, and more powerful than I had ever felt in my life. Entangled with my six mates, slick with our combined fluids, I looked at the dark ceiling and smiled.
The Goddess was dead. And we had just sealed her fate.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
