Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of torture and non-consensual sex between mates. If these are

triggers for you, please skip towards the end and Clint’s POV. Thank you.**

**Lenore**

My nightmares have come to life because I have just watched Heidi die and Jessica is as good as dead too. Any secrets we tried to keep have now been revealed and Avery even has access to the King Of Kings. I was so sure that if we got

Avery and any one of The Trio out of the way that me and my friends could gain control of the tribes and with Corra’s aid

all dragons. Well Avery can go fuck herself because I am not going to give her the pleasure of ending me. I still have

some of Corra’s potion left, it isn’t much but it should be enough to render me unconscious and then I won’t have to

suffer.

I reached into my bra and pulled out the vial while Avery was too busy cuddling up to Clint. Unfortunately, that tall Raven

grabbed my wrist. “Not so fast,” he said as an icy chill ran up my arm and black veins began to bulge. He lets go of my

wrist and empties the vial onto his hand. The liquid turns black and swirls. He chuckles before he licks it off. “As

suspected, Corra’s Death Potion. It takes as good as I remember, but a bit weak.” He nods to Avery before he motions

with his hand, “Miss Avery, my Queen, you can do far better than the fate I had envisioned for her. It’s showtime!”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Even if Avery is Naga’s Queen, she can not conjure visions or bestow fate. She

who was lucky enough to have future kings for a mate. That’s

turned her gaze to meet mine. “Prepare to beg for death as I once did,” she

loud enough for me to hear, “Mmmm, my wife-to-be has

began to play for all to see. I should

have been me!

felt a cold chill on my skin as I saw myself dirty, naked, and in chains on

a deep evil laugh that made my chilled skin crawl. My dragon

but yet she has been rendered helpless and

approaching us from

of the blackness, a short, balding, portly man approached. He called me his shitty cursed mate. He pulled

from his belt and began to lash me with it. Cuts formed on my skin and began to bleed.

I reached twenty, I thought he was done. However, he grabbed a jar

It sizzled and

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to the wall. He attached my chains to links on the wall. He pushed my bleeding

cry, but no one wiped my tears. The man

to, widen my stance. He grabbed

as he began to crank the small lever on it. I felt my skin ripping as he merely laughed

nipples with them before he removed his

sheath on his cock. The man attached a gag that kept my mouth open but wouldn’t allow me to be

I was

I would love. However, it had a spiked sheath over it that made me wish for death. I nearly passed out

**Clint**