BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 124
**Avery**
The final preparations for Christmas are underway, and the scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the
faint aroma of dragonfire that clings to my skin. My dragon powers, usually so responsive to my will, have been behaving
erratically, sparking frustration within me. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I try to reign in my magic,
but it feels like trying to hold onto smoke. Draven, his dark presence a comforting constant, approaches me, his warlock’s
eyes gleaming with understanding. “It’s normal, my Queen,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “Your powers are
growing, evolving. It’s a sign of your strength, not a weakness.”
I sigh, my shoulders sagging slightly as I release the tension I’ve been holding. “I know, but it’s frustrating. I feel like I’m
losing control.”
Draven’s hand brushes against mine, a silent gesture of support. “Control is an illusion, Avery. Embrace the chaos. It’s what
makes us powerful.”
I manage a small smile, grateful for his unwavering belief in me. But my mind can’t help but wander to James Balans, the
King of Kings, whose presence still lingers in my thoughts like a shadow. Draven, ever perceptive, notices my distraction.
“You can reject your bond to him, you know,” he says, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t owe him anything.”
I shake my head, my red and blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. “I won’t reject him, Draven. There’s good in him, I
know it. I can feel it.”
Draven’s eyes narrow, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “Be careful, Avery. James is a force to be reckoned with. Don’t
let your compassion cloud your judgment.”
As if summoned by our conversation, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the hall. Clint, Conner, and
Cassius stride into the room, their masculine presence filling the space. Their eyes, each a different shade of blue, lock
onto me, and I feel a surge of warmth at their unwavering devotion. “Everything alright, my Queen?” Clint asks, his voice
deep and rumbling.
I nod, forcing a smile. “Just a bit of dragonfire mischief. Nothing to worry about.”
Conner’s sharp eyes miss nothing. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest.”
“Rest can wait,” I say, my voice firm. “Christmas is almost here, and there’s still so much to do.”
Cassius steps forward, his dominant presence commanding attention. “We’ll take care of everything, Avery. You just focus
on yourself.”
I appreciate their concern, but the restlessness within me won’t be ignored. “I need to feel useful,” I admit. “I need to be
involved.”
The men exchange a glance, and Clint’s lips quirk into a mischievous smile. “Alright, then. How about we make a deal?
You help us with the preparations, but only if you promise to take breaks and listen to us when we tell you to rest.”
My lips twitch into a grin. “Deal.”
As we set to work, the atmosphere lightens, the tension dissipating as we decorate the hall with garlands and lights. My
dragon powers, though still unpredictable, seem to respond to the joy of the moment, and I find myself laughing as I
hang ornaments alongside my mates and friends.
Christmas Eve arrives, a day filled with the scent of roasting meats and the sound of carols echoing through the castle.
My heart full, as I watch as my mates and friends exchange gifts, their faces softened by love and gratitude. I am nervous
about the presents I have chosen, but as I see the joy on their faces, my worries melt away.
As the evening wears on, my group retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting like a wildfire. My body aching with
again. Later, as we lie tangled together, our hearts beating in unison, I feel a sense of peace settle over her. I am grateful
for this moment, for the love and security I have found with these men.
But as I drift off to sleep, my thoughts turn to James, and the gift I have prepared for him. It’s a symbol of my trust, a
token of my willingness to embrace our bond. I plan to mark him, to allow him to mark me, and in doing so, forge a
connection that will bind us together forever.
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Christmas morning dawns, the sun casting a golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with anticipation, I made my
way to the grand hall, where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath the tree. As I unwrap it, tears prick at the
corners of my eyes. It’s plans for a nursery, a space filled with tiny furniture and soft blankets, a symbol of the family
they’re building together.
Overwhelmed with gratitude, I turn to my mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice thick with
emotion. “It’s perfect.”
Clint’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close. “It’s what you deserve, Avery. You’re the heart of our family.”
Conner’s hand brushes against my cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to give you everything, Avery. You’re our world.”
Cassius’s eyes, intense and unwavering, meet mine. “And we’ll protect you, no matter what.”
My heart swells with love, and in that moment, I know exactly how I want to thank them. “Come with me,” I say, my voice
husky with desire.
I lead them to the BDSM playroom, a space filled with restraints and toys, a testament to our shared passions**Avery**
Their eyes darken with desire, and Clint’s lips curve into a wicked smile. “Are you sure, Avery? We might take you up on
that offer.”
I meet his gaze, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I’m sure. I trust you completely.”
Conner steps forward, his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “Then let’s make this a Christmas
to remember.”
As they begin to undress me, I feel a surge of excitement, my body humming with anticipation. I know that this is just the
beginning, that our love and passion will only continue to grow, a flame that will burn brighter with each passing day. The
playroom is dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with the scent of
leather and anticipation as I stand before my mates, my body bare and vulnerable. My heart pounds in my chest, a
mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my stomach.
Clint steps forward, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in her body. He runs a finger down her spine, sending shivers
cascading through her. “You’re so beautiful, Avery,” he murmurs, his voice thick with want.
Conner joins him, his gaze intense as he meets my eyes. “We’re going to take our time with you, love. We’re going to make you
feel every single touch, every single pleasure.”
Cassius moves to stand behind me, his hands resting on my hips. “And we’re going to make sure you remember this
night for the rest of your life.”
My breath hitches as I feel the weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that hangs in the air. I nod,
my trust in them absolute. “I’m ready.”
Clint’s lips curve into a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around my eyes. The world goes dark,
and my senses heighten, every sound and touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my skin as Conner steps closer, his
hands roaming over my body, mapping every curve and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if I am a precious treasure to
be cherished.
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“You’re so responsive, Avery,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “It’s like your body was made for ours.”
Cassius’s hands join Conner’s, their touches blending together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan softly, my head falling
back as I surrender to their skilled ministrations. Clint’s voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze of pleasure. “Time
to play, love.”
I feel a soft restraint being fastened around my wrist, and then another around my ankle. I am secured to the bed, my
body spread out before them, a willing offering. The touch of a feather sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp as it
trails over my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I can’t see, but I can feel every sensation, every touch, every breath.
Conner’s lips brush against my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. “You like that, don’t you, love?” he
whispers, his voice a dark promise.
I nod, my body arching into the touch. “Yes,” I breathe, my voice hoarse with need.
Cassius’s hand trails down my body, his fingers dipping between my legs, finding me wet and wanting. He teases me, his
touch light and fleeting, driving me to the brink of madness.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice a desperate plea.
Clint’s laughter is low and wicked as he joins them, his hands and mouth adding to the symphony of pleasure. My body is
a canvas, and they’re painting me with touch and sensation, each stroke driving me closer to the edge. The room is filled
with the sounds of our pleasure, the soft gasps and moans, the rustle of fabric, and the creak of leather. My body is a
tempest, my senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation.
Conner’s lips find mine, his kiss deep and demanding. I open to him, my tongue tangling with his as I surrender to the
pleasure. Cassius’s hand tightens on my hip, holding me in place as Clint’s mouth trails down my body, his tongue teasing
and tasting. My breath hitches as he reaches my core, his tongue dipping and swirling, driving me to the brink.
“Oh, gods,” I moan, my body arching off the bed.**Avery**
Clint’s lips curve into a smile against my skin as he continues his ministrations, his tongue and fingers working in tandem
to push her over the edge. My body shakes as I tumble into orgasm, my cries echoing through the room. My mates don’t
stop, their touches and kisses continuing to lavish my body, pushing me to the brink again and again.
As the pleasure subsides, I lie boneless on the bed, my body sated and satisfied. I feel Conner’s lips press against my
forehead, his touch gentle and loving. “You’re incredible, Avery,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe.
Cassius’s hand rests on my stomach, his touch protective. “We’re so lucky to have you.”
Clint’s lips brush against my ear, his voice a dark promise. “And we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
I smile, my heart full as I reach for them, my hands finding theirs. “I love you,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
They respond in unison, their voices a chorus of love and devotion. “We love you, Avery.”
As we lie together, our bodies still entwined, I know that this is just the beginning. Our love is a flame that will continue
to burn, a passion that will only grow stronger with each passing day. And as I drift off to sleep, my mates’ arms wrapped
around me, I know that I am exactly where I’m meant to be. The days that follow are a blur of laughter and love, as we all
continue to celebrate the holiday season. The castle is filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon, the sound of carols
echoing through the halls. We made Christmas a week instead of just a day.
I find my thoughts often turn to James, and the gift I prepared for him. I know that our bond is complicated, but I am
determined to forge a connection with him, to find a way to make our relationship work. I know my mates will find it
difficult to share with another, but I will too. We can all get through this together.
The day to fly to Talos has come. As I stand with everyone, my hands entwined with Clint and Cassius, I know that our
love is a force to be reckoned with, a bond that will withstand the test of time. Together, my mates and I will face the
future, our hearts and souls intertwined, a family forged in the fires of passion and love. Our flame no longer hidden, we
release our dragons and take everyone to Talos. Rory screams and the curses in amazement as she rides on Regina with
Draven. I am on Asher with Cassius. Clint of course has to show off with Carter. We all joke and laugh until we land just
outside of Talo’s territo