BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 122
**Avery**
We sent the captives ahead because Regina couldn’t carry everyone and Draven was too weak to do a portal and I didn’t want
to attempt one in my disheveled state. I am still concerned if my mates will hate me for what I did with Draven and
Rory. The grand doors of the Naga palace swing open, the heavy wood creaking as we step into the grand foyer. We are a
study in contrasts: my striking red and blonde hair cascading over my shoulders, my eyes rimmed with red from unshed
tears; Draven, his dark hair falling over his blue eyes, a shadow of a beard darkening his jaw; and Rory, her thin frame
tense, her eyes still radiating shock from what had transpired hours ago.
The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint tang of magic. The sound of our footsteps echoes through
the empty hall, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that usually fills the palace. But today, the only movement comes
from the Trio—Cassius, Clint, and Conner—who stand at the top of the grand staircase, their eyes fixed on us.
Cassius, his lean frame clad in form-fitting leather armor, steps forward, his blue eyes piercing as they take in my
distraught state. Clint, his blue eyes flashing with concern, moves to stand beside him. Conner, his bright blue eyes
narrowed in thought, leans against the banister, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
As I catch sight of them, my eyes fill with tears, and I rush forward, my arms outstretched. “Cassius, Clint, Conner,” I cry, my
voice breaking as I reach them. “I... I had to do things... terrible things to get us home.”
My words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken confession. The Trio exchange a glance, their faces unreadable, before
Cassius steps forward, his hand gently grasping my shoulder. “Avery, what happened?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.
But I can’t hold back the flood of emotions any longer. The words tumble out of me, a torrent of confession and shame.
“I... I had to fuck them,” I whisper, my eyes downcast. “The Ancient One, a stirgoi... it demanded a sacrifice, and I... I
couldn’t let Draven or Rory...” My voice trails off, but the implication is clear. The Trio stare at me, their faces a mask of
shock and hurt. Clint’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with anger, while Conner’s arms unfold, his hands clenching into
fists at his sides.
Cassius, his expression unreadable, takes a step back, his hand falling away from my shoulder. “I... we need to talk,” he
says, his voice tight. “Alone.” My eyes widen, and I reach out as if to stop them, but they’re already turning away, their
broad shoulders tense as they head down the hallway. I stand there, frozen, as the reality of what I have done settles over me
like a shroud.
Draven and Rory exchange a glance, their faces pale, before Draven steps forward, his hand gently grasping my elbow.
“Come on,” he says, his voice low. “Let’s get you to your room. You need to rest.”
I allow myself to be led away, my feet moving mechanically as we make our way down the hallway. My mind is a
whirlwind of emotions: shame, guilt, and a deep, aching sadness. I can’t shake the feeling that I have lost something
precious, something I may never get back. As we reach my old room, Draven helps me inside, his hand gently guiding me
to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he says, his voice gentle. “Try to get some rest. I will never
desert you. Please rest and then wash up once you have the energy. If you need help, Rory and I are here for you...
always.”
I nod, my eyes fixed on the floor, as Draven closes the door behind him. I sit there, motionless, as the minutes tick by, the
silence pressing down on me like a weight. Meanwhile, the Trio has retreated to the library, a grand room lined with
shelves of ancient tomes and leather-bound volumes. They stand before the fireplace, their faces illuminated by the
flickering flames, as they discuss what they’ve just learned. I shut off the link because I can’t bear to hear them talk about
me and what I had to do and would do again to save the ones I love.
**Cassius**
“I can’t believe she did that,” Clint says, his voice tight with anger. “After everything we’ve been through, how could she...”
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“It’s not that simple,” I interrupt, my voice low. “We don’t know what she was up against. The Ancient One... it’s not
something to be taken lightly. It’s a stirgio and perhaps the last of its kind. It could end any dragon just as the Mishipeshu
could have.”
transgression here. She fucked them, Cassius. All of them.” The room falls silent as the weight of his words settles over
them. Clint’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions: anger, hurt, and something else... something
darker.
I break the silence. “We can’t let this come between us,” I say, my voice firm. “Avery’s been through a lot, and we need to
be there for her. But...” I trail off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear that what she did is not okay.”
Clint nods, his shoulders relaxing slightly, as Conner speaks up. “Maybe we need to show her that there are consequences
to her actions. But also... that we’re willing to forgive.” We fall silent, our eyes locked in a triangle of unspoken
communication. Slowly, a plan begins to form, a way to show Avery that we are willing to move past her transgression,
but also to make it clear that what she did will not be forgotten.**Cassius**
As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the palace, we make our way to Avery’s room. We tell Draven to go
tend to himself and Rory, and that we only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside the door, our faces set, as I raise my
hand to knock. Avery, who’s been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen from crying, looks up as the
door opens. We step inside, our faces unreadable, as we close the door behind them.
I step forward, his eyes locking with Avery’s. “We’ve been talking,” he says, his voice low. “And we’ve decided that... we’re willing
to forgive you.”
Avery’s eyes widen, and she starts to speak, but Clint holds up a hand, his eyes flashing with warning. “But,” he says, his
voice firm, “there are conditions. You need to understand that what you did... it hurt us. It betrayed our trust.”
Avery’s shoulders sag, and she nods, her eyes filling with tears. “I know,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to...”
“We know,” Conner says, his voice gentle. “But apologies aren’t enough. You need to show us that you’re willing to make
amends.”
Avery’s eyes flick between us, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows what we are asking, what we want from her.
And a part of her is terrified, but another part... another part is aroused by the prospect. We step forward, our eyes
locked on Avery’s, as I speak. “We’re going to show you a night of passion unlike any you’ve ever experienced,” I say, my
voice low and seductive. “We’re going to take you, all of us, and we’re going to make you scream our names until dawn.”
Avery’s breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the implication. She knows what the offer is, what we want from
her. And despite her fear, despite her shame, she feels a spark of desire ignite within her.
Clint steps forward, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. “Are you ready to
submit to us, Avery?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “To let us take control, to let us show you what it means to be truly
dominated?” Her eyes flick between tus, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that this is her chance to make
amends, to show us that she’s willing to submit to our will. And as much as it terrifies her, she knows that she wants this,
needs this.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I’m ready.”
My brothers and I exchanged a glance, our eyes flashing with approval, as we began to move towards her. I step forward,
my hands grasping her shoulders, as Clint and Conner move to stand behind her. She shivers as my hands begin to roam
over her body, his touch firm and possessive. Clint’s hands join his, their fingers intertwining as they begin to undress her,
their movements slow and deliberate.
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Conner, his eyes locked on Avery’s, reaches out to grasp the hem of her tattered gown, his fingers brushing against her
skin as he begins to slide it down her body. Avery shivers, her eyes closing as she feels the cool air on her skin, as the
fabric pools at her feet. She stands there, naked and vulnerable, as we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My
leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls away, while Clint’s jeans and jacket slide to
the floor. Conner, his eyes locked on Avery’s, began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving slowly. Avery’s breath
hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of our bodies, our desire for her palpable in the air.
My hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as I pull her towards me. “Get on your
knees,” I command, my voice low and dominant.
Avery’s eyes flick between us, her heart pounding in her chest, as she slowly lowers herself to the floor. She kneels before
us, her eyes downcast, as I come forward, my cock already hardening in anticipation. “Suck it,” I command, my voice firm.
Avery’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t hesitate, reaching out to grasp my cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft
as she begins to lick and suck, her mouth moving slowly up and down. Clint and Conner move to stand behind her, their
hands resting on her shoulders as they watch, their eyes flashing with approval. I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within
her as she sucks my cock, her mouth moving in time with my groans of pleasure.
“That’s it,” Clint murmurs, his voice low. “Take it deep, Avery. Show us how much you want it.” Avery moans, her eyes
closing as she takes my cock deeper into her mouth, her throat constricting around the thick shaft. She feels a sense of
power, of control, as she pleasures me, as she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse me.
But we are not content to let her dominate for long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping her hair, his fingers tangling
in the strands as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. “On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice low and
dominant. Avery doesn’t hesitate, moving to position herself on the floor, her hands and knees supporting her weight.
She feels a shiver run down her spine as Clint steps forward, his cock already hardening in anticipation.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, his voice firm.
Avery complies, her legs spreading wide as she presents herself to them. She feels a sense of vulnerability, of exposure, as
she waits, her heart pounding in her chest.
My hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as I position myself behind her. “Ready?” I
ask..**Cassius**
I know part of Avery feared sex with us all, but she needs to trust us as we trusted her. I think I understand her reasoning
better than my brothers, but what she did still hurt, especially because of how much I love her. I also think that she might
be with my egg. Her risking herself as she did, is the hardest for me to forgive and forget. Avery nods, her eyes closing as
she feels the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself as I begin to thrust,
my cock sliding deep inside her. She moans, her head falling forward as she feels me fill her, my cock stretching her walls
as I begin to move. Clint joins me, his cock pressing against her entrance from behind, as Conner moves to stand before
her, his cock already hardening in her mouth.
Avery is surrounded, engulfed by our desire, as we begin to move in unison, our cocks thrusting deep inside her. She
feels a sense of ecstasy, of release, as she surrenders to our dominance, as she lets us take control as she fully opens our
link. Now we can feel all she does and her us.. We move in perfect harmony, our bodies a well-oiled machine as we
pleasure Avery, as we push her to the brink of orgasm. She screams, her voice echoing through the room, as she comes,
her body shaking with the force of her release.
But we are not done with her yet. Clint and I continue to thrust, our cocks driving deep inside her, as Conner grasps her
hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulls her head back. “Suck it,” he commands, his voice low. “Show us how
much you want it.” Avery moans, her eyes closing as she takes his cock deep into her mouth, her throat constricting
around the thick shaft. She feels a sense of power, of control, as she pleasures him.
We continue to move, our bodies a blur of motion as we push Avery to the brink of orgasm again and again. She
screams, her voice hoarse and raw, as she comes, her body shaking with the force of her release. As the sun begins to
rise, casting a golden glow over the palace, we slow, our bodies glistening with sweat as we come down from our high.
Avery lies on the floor, her body limp and sated, as we move to lie beside her, our arms wrapping around her in a
protective embrace.
I press a kiss to her forehead, my voice low and gentle. “We forgive you, Avery,” I murmur. “But never forget that what
you did... it hurt us. And we won’t forget it.” Avery nods, her eyes closing as she snuggles into my embrace. She knows
that she’s been forgiven, but she also knows that she has a long way to go to regain our trust. And as she lies there,
surrounded by us, she knows that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make amends, to show us that she’s worthy of
our love.
Knowing how determined she is to regain all that we had, makes me happy. She forgave usa nd now we have forgiven
her. The room falls silent, the only sound the soft whisper of our breathing, as we lie there, entwined in a tangle of limbs.
Avery feels a sense of peace, of contentment, as she drifts off to sleep, the memory of our passion still lingering on her
skin.
**Avery**
As I drift off to sleep, I know that this is just the beginning, that there are still challenges ahead, still wounds to heal. And I
know that I am ready to face them, to fight for the love of the Trio, to prove myself worthy of their trust. The story is far
from over, the journey still unfolding, as we will have to navigate the complexities of our relationship, our bond
strengthened by the passion we have shared. And as we lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, I know that I am ready
to face whatever comes next, together with my mates.