Hidden Flame 112

*Avery**
We woke up and smiled at each other. He gave me a sweet kiss as he stroked my matted hair. It was a wonderful way to wake up. Without saying a word, Conner took my hand and led me to the bathroom. The steamy shower was exactly
what we needed. The hot water cascaded over us, heightening the intensity of our connection. Our bodies pressed
together, the heat between us igniting a passion. Conner and I both seem to give the other more confidence. I am
enjoying the playful dynamic we have. I enjoy my other mates too, but for different reasons. I think these dates were to make me realize that. I am slowly starting to accept what and who I am, but my insecurities still resurface. Will I ever be
whole?
Conner washed my hair, but as he was washing my back his hands slipped between my legs. I opened for him and he
growled. “I hadn’t planned on shower sex, but…” he pauses to bite my neck, “I won’t let this opportunity pass me by.” I
giggled as I turned my head around to kiss him. The kiss was passionate, hot, and heavy. Lust was filling our hearts, but
not ruling them. Our dragons merely watched as Conner and I became lost in each other.
Conner spun me around, his hands, still slick from my shampoo, traced my curves, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their
wake. His touch was possessive, yet tender. My breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, “I want
you, Avery. I want to feel you, all of you.” His voice was a low growl, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his desire
pressing against me, hard and insistent, yet he made no move to act on it, instead choosing to tease me with slow,
torturous strokes just outside of my pussy.
His mouth found mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I melted into him, my hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate tango. Conner’s hands moved to my thighs, lifting me,
wrapping my legs around his waist. He pressed me against the tile, his body pinning mine, yet his touch remained gentle,
almost reverent. In this moment, our past as enemies would be forgiven and forgotten. We are now two souls lost in a
dance as old as time, our bodies singing a silent symphony of desire and longing. Embroiled in our kiss, Conner thrust his
cock up into my aching pussy. We both cried out each other’s names in bliss.
My fingers moved in slow circles, her eyes locked onto Conner’s. I could see the raw hunger in his gaze, the way his jaw
clenched as he watched me revel in the pleasure he was giving me. It empowered me, this newfound control I had over
him. I bit my lip, a soft moan escaping as I bounced and clenched around him, my body arching slightly. Conner’s hips moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent. He was close, I could tell, but he held back, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Cum for me, Avery,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see you let go.”
Conner’s words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body responding instantly. I felt the familiar coil of tension in my
core, her breath coming in short gasps. I was close, so close. Conner must have sensed it too, because he thrust deeper
inside of me, his free hand reaching out to cup my breast, his thumb brushing against my nipple. That was all it took. My
body convulsed, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that stole my breath. I cried out, my fingers stilling as waves of pleasure washed over me. Conner watched me, his expression a mix of awe and desire. As my body began to
relax, he leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, tender kiss. ‘I love you, Avery,’ he whispered against my lips, his voice
filled with a vulnerability I had rarely heard before. “I think I always have.”
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As we emerged from the shower, our skin flushed and our hearts racing, we knew it wasn’t the mate bond that drew us
together or why he loved me. He always had. I think part of me had hoped, but I buried that part because of who I was.
Conner and I didn’t start as friends, but now we are that and so much more. I love him and I am thankful that I chose him
as my first. I don’t regret a thing, other than still feeling incomplete. After our refreshing shower, Conner and I quickly
dressed and made our way to the kitchen to join the others. Rory was attempting to assist Clint and Cassius in cooking,
while Draven observed with a mischievous smirk.
Draven’s gaze shifted towards Conner and me, and I sensed a shift in his demeanor. It seemed as though a confession
was on the horizon. Draven looked at Conner, “Did you confess to her?”
Conner’s smile was radiant as he spoke, “Yes, I finally told her that I have always loved her. It was a truth I had kept
hidden out of fear, given the complexities of our family dynamic.”
Suddenly, a bag of oats exploded, creating a scene reminiscent of a winter storm. Laughter filled the room as I instructed
Rory to sit beside Draven. A silent exchange passed between Draven and me, and with a nod of approval, I utilized a spell
he had taught me to swiftly clean up the mess. Gasps of astonishment filled the air as my abilities were put on display.
Cassius beamed with pride, declaring, “We are truly blessed to have such an extraordinary mate. There is nothing she
cannot accomplish!” The praise from my companions filled me with a sense of fulfillment and purpose.
As I was cooking breakfast with my mates, Draven said, “Avery, after breakfast will you take a walk with me?” I knew that
this was Draven Code for ‘we need to talk privately’ so I politely nodded.