Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

I am a queen, and it’s high time I start acting like one. No more just plain old Avery – it’s time to embrace my royal status.

But that doesn’t mean I have to act like I’m better than everyone else. A true queen knows how to balance confidence

and humility. And let me tell you, I’ve got some work to do on the confidence front, especially with a trip to Talos on the

horizon. If King James thinks he can stand in my way of the Trio, I need to have the guts to stand up to him, even if he’s my potential mate.

As I was narrowing down my outfit choices, a mischievous voice interrupted my thoughts. “Are you sure you can pull off

that look, darling?” I turned to see Clint smirking at me through the dressing room door.

With a glint in my eye, I shot back, “Oh, I can rock any outfit with the right attitude.” And with that, I confidently strutted

up to him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“That you can,” Clint said as he stepped into the dressing room and locked the door. He pinned my arms over my head

as he kissed me. My back arched against the cool mirror as his free hand lowered my panties. He whispers in my ear,

“Now you will get something else off.”

Clint undressed me with his eyes as he quickly removed his clothes. His gaze was intense, filled with desire and longing. I

could feel the heat rising between us as he pulled me closer, his hands tracing the curves of my body with a hunger that

down

our lips met in a passionate kiss, time seemed to stand still. The world around us faded away, leaving only the

Clint’s touch was electric, igniting a fire within me that burned

explore every inch of my being with a tenderness that spoke volumes

his love for me.

down. My pussy sucked him in as we both let out a moan. He gripped a handful of my hair before he turned my head and kissed me. Clint kept a

to rock in anticipation of his thrusts. Every bump and grind brought us both closer to

moaned each other’s

clothes and paid for them,

most seasoned fashionista jealous. Armed with full wallets

tried on everything from sequined jumpsuits to fluffy faux fur coats. With each

strutted through the store with our bags in tow, we couldn’t help but feel like total bosses. Who needs a

world, there’s a new style icon

short-lived when we stumbled upon a girl getting bullied. The sight of her tears

at her cut through me like a knife. At that moment, all sense of

anger and helplessness. The cold stares and mocking

I struggled to find the right words or actions to intervene and protect this

underbelly of human nature, where cruelty and

of determination to stand up

the personal cost

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**Clint**

girl. I did too because I had