BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 119
**Rory**
After I warred with myself for a few minutes, I realized that he would know it all soon anyway and it was better that he
heard it from me rather than seeing it in my thoughts. I told him of the innocent members who had suffered at the hands
of their own kind, of the pain and fear that had been inflicted upon them.
As I spoke, I could see the shock and disbelief in his eyes. I heard his thought of ‘How could such a thing happen within
their own pack?’ which was what I had thought for years. But as the story unfolded, he began to realize the truth that
had been hidden from all for so long. The abuse had festered like a poison, corrupting the very heart of a once proud
pack.
With each word I spoke, a fire ignited within him – a fire of anger and determination. He vowed to put an end to the
abuse, to protect those in her pack who deserved it, and ensure that such darkness would never again stain the name of
Nightshade. And so, with newfound unity and purpose, we set out to confront the perpetrators and bring justice to those
who had been wronged.
And as the sun rose on a new day, we stood strong and united, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The tale of
abuse in Nightshade wolf pack had been told, but it was not the end – it was the beginning of a new chapter, one of
healing, redemption, and a brighter future for all or so I hope.
“Rory, it will be made right. I am glad you told me everything before I learned otherwise. Thank you for trusting me, my wondrous
mate,” he said as he kissed me. “Now we should get a few hours of sleep before Avery runs in and hugs us
both.” I giggled because I could picture her doing just that.
**Avery**
I know it is early, but I wake up my mates. “Guys, they both marked each other!” I squealed with joy. My mates laugh.
Cassius cups my face, “I am glad you are happy, but it is way too early for this. We stayed up very late making sure you
and Regina know how much we love and desire our future wife.”
nose. I kissed him hard, letting that serve as my answer. He picked me up only to lay me on my back. He reached into a
drawer and pulled something out. It looks like a vibrator. With a mischievous grin he proceeded to turn it on and use it
on me.
Clint watched my body writhe with pleasure, my breath coming in short gasps as he expertly manipulated the vibrator
inside me. My moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that spurred him on as his brother jerked off watching us. He
leaned down, capturing one of my hardened nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he continued to tease me with
the toy. My hands found their way into his hair, gripping it tightly as I arched my back, pushing myself further
into his mouth. “Please, Clint,” I begged, my voice laced with desperation. “I need you inside me.”
Clint pulled back, a smug smile playing on his lips. He turned off the vibrator and set it aside, his eyes never leaving mine.
He ran his hands over his chest and down his abs before he lightly stroked his hard cock. My eyes followed his movements, my
tongue darting out to wet my lips. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, his hands caging me in.
“You’re mine, Avery,” he growled, his voice low and dominant. “And I’m going to take my time with you.” He leaned
down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss, his body pressing against mine, his hardness rubbing against my slick heat. I
moaned into his mouth, my body arching into his, ready and eager for what was to come.
Clint began his exploration at my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone, then further south, leaving a
trail of fire in its wake. He took his time, savoring every inch of me, as if he was a starving man and I was his first meal in
ages. His hands roamed my body, caressing my curves, pinching my nipples, making me gasp and squirm beneath him.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “You taste like heaven,
Avery,” he murmured, his breath hot against my stomach. He licked a slow, torturous path down my abdomen, dipping
his tongue into my belly button, making me giggle and wiggle.
He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face, before continuing his descent. He paused at the juncture of my thighs, his
breath hot against my core. He looked up at me, his blue eyes dark with desire. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, his
voice a low promise. And with that, he lowered his head, his tongue finding my clit, making me cry out in pleasure. He
the edge, driving me wild with desire.
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My hands found their way into Clint’s hair, gripping it tightly as I rode his face, my body writhing with pleasure. I could
feel the storm building inside me, the pressure growing with each flick of his tongue, each suck of his mouth. I was close,
so close, I could feel it. I looked down at Clint, his face buried between my legs, his eyes closed in concentration, and I felt
a surge of love and unbridled desire. I wanted him, all of him, and I wanted him now. “Clint,” I gasped, my voice barely
above a whisper. “I need you inside me. Now.” I felt him smile against me, then he looked up at me, his eyes dark with
desire.
“As you wish, my love,” he said, his voice a low growl. He kissed his way back up my body, his hands caressing me, his
body pressing against mine. He positioned himself at my entrance. He looked into my eyes, his gaze intense, then he
slowly pushed inside me, filling me completely. I moaned loudly. He pounded me like a masterful drummer. With a
thunderous roar, I came hard.
My body was alight with sensation, my nerves buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Clint, sensing my need for a moment
of respite, slowed his movements, allowing me to catch my breath. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a
soft, tender kiss, his tongue gently caressing mine. It was a stark contrast to the wild, unbridled passion of moments
before, and I melted into him, my heart swelling with love. “I love you, Clint,” I whispered against his lips, my voice barely
audible over the sudden storm outside.
Clint pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “I love you too, Avery,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion. “More than
you’ll ever know.” He leaned his forehead against mine, their breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync. In that
moment, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us, our love a beacon in the darkness.
The thunder rumbled on, but it was a distant echo now, the storm moving on, leaving us in peace. Clint rolled me over, so we
were lying side by side, our bodies still joined. He began to move again, his strokes slow and steady, his eyes never
leaving mine. He reached up, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn’t even realized I’d shed. “I want
to feel you come around me again, Avery,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I want to feel you milking me, taking
everything I have to give.” I moaned, my body responding to his words, his touch. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling
him closer, my hips meeting his thrusts. I could feel the pressure building inside me again, the pleasure coiling in my
belly. I looked into Clint’s eyes, saw the love and desire reflected back at me, and I knew I was home. S