Hidden Flame 62

**Avery**
We decided to let Draven settle in before he began his chauffeur duties. He is still quite reserved, but he is opening up a
little bit. He is the most comfortable when we talk about myths and legends or magic, so we have spent many hours on
those topics. He told me everything he knew about dragons and how he needed power not just to escape Blackbriar and
find his mate but to get revenge for his parent’s deaths. I can empathize with him because I also would like to kill those
who killed my parents and tried to kill me when I was three just as I want to make the Hoity Hags suffer. I know that if
they try to harm me or anyone I love, I won’t hesitate to kill them.
I just feel that there are pieces to the puzzle that we don’t have yet and The Hoity Hags might hold at least one of those
missing pieces. I slept in my room because I didn’t want to play favorites with my mates. However, I am going to have to work out some kind of schedule until I am comfortable being intimate with all three of them at the same time. I am also
trying to process this platonic bond that I feel towards Draven. There’s a familiarity and it isn’t because he reminds me of
how it felt to be friends with Tim. That reminds me, I should venture into the human world so that I can text him.
After I struggled to free myself from the warm confines of my bed, I showered and dressed. As I was walking towards the
main stairway, I felt this urge and so did Regina. “What is going on?” I asked her. Through our link, she told me that it
must be the mating bond and we should follow it. So I lightly pushed open the door. Lying on his bed, half-wrapped in
his sheets and half-naked was Cassius. He looked like a sleeping god.
I succumbed to the impulse to climb into bed with him. As I snuggled close, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me
closer. I bashfully looked up at him and asked, “Are you mad?”
He chuckled as he pulled me on top of him. He tucked my hair behind my ears and then his right hand cupped the side
of my face as he spoke, “Avery, I will never be mad when my mate chooses to be with me. Any time spent with you whether we have sex or not is a gift.”
“You mean that?”
He leans up to kiss me before he pulls my head down so that I could rest my forehead on his. “Avery, I love you. You are my mate and my Queen,” he gives me a soft kiss. “Nothing will ever change that, not even death. Even if it could, I would
use as many lifetimes as it took to find you.”
His words both touched me and sparked my desire for him. Regina purred, indicating that her desire for Asher was
mounting too. I bit my lip. “Can we have sex?”
He smiles. “Of course we can, little mate, of course, we can.”
“Then I want to stay on top.”
Cassius smirked as he kicked the sheets off of the bed to reveal that he was completely naked. With a huge grin and a
hardened cock, he deftly removed my clothes. He laid back down with me straddling him and I reached between our
bodies to hold him and put him inside of me. He felt deeper than before. I am in charge and he likes it almost as much as
I do. I held his hands down as he pretended to break free. I let my boobs touch his face. He went mad; he bucked,
splitting me in two as I pushed down. I couldn’t believe how amazing this feels. One of his fingers flicked over my ass and
I did it to him. He lifted and heaved. He did something. I copied him. I did something. He did it back. It was us exploring
each other and our connection. Nothing he did I didn’t like. He bit and sucked my neck which sent shivers all over my
body so I did it to him making him moan loudly. Cassius flipped me onto all fours as he took me from behind. I pushed
back, forcing more of him into me. We both came and then I sucked him as he licked me. After we orally pleasured each
other, he pinned my hands beside my head as he fucked me harder than he ever had before. The whole room rocked as
his headboard banged against the wall.
Spent, we both lay in a tangled mess until we regained our breaths. He scooped me up and took me into his bathroom
where we got a quick shower. After we got dressed, he hoisted me up onto his shoulder and carried me to the kitchen.
Cassius sat me down on the counter. “What do you want for breakfast? Bear in mind that I still am a bad cook,” he admits
as a light pink begins to coat his cheeks.
“Just make something simple. Bacon and scrambled eggs should be fine. Where are the others?”
He winks, “I used our link and told them that you were mine today and they could have you tomorrow.”