Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

We sent the captives ahead because Regina couldn’t carry everyone and Draven was too weak to do a portal and I didn’t want to attempt one in my disheveled state. I am still concerned if my mates will hate me for what I did with Draven and

Rory. The grand doors of the Naga palace swing open, the heavy wood creaking as we step into the grand foyer. We are a

study in contrasts: my striking red and blonde hair cascading over my shoulders, my eyes rimmed with red from unshed

tears; Draven, his dark hair falling over his blue eyes, a shadow of a beard darkening his jaw; and Rory, her thin frame

tense, her eyes still radiating shock from what had transpired hours ago.

The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint tang of magic. The sound of our footsteps echoes through

the empty hall, a stark contrast to the bustling activity that usually fills the palace. But today, the only movement comes

from the Trio—Cassius, Clint, and Conner—who stand at the top of the grand staircase, their eyes fixed on us.

Cassius, his lean frame clad in form-fitting leather armor, steps forward, his blue eyes piercing as they take in my

distraught state. Clint, his blue eyes flashing with concern, moves to stand beside him. Conner, his bright blue eyes

narrowed in thought, leans against the banister, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

As I catch sight of them, my eyes fill with tears, and I rush forward, my arms outstretched. “Cassius, Clint, Conner,” I cry, my voice breaking as I reach them. “I… I had to do things… terrible things to get us home.”

My words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken confession. The Trio exchange a glance, their faces unreadable, before

Cassius steps forward, his hand gently grasping my shoulder. “Avery, what happened?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.

But I can’t hold back the flood of emotions any longer. The words tumble out of me, a torrent of confession and shame.

“I… I had to fuck them,” I whisper, my eyes downcast. “The Ancient One, a stirgoi… it demanded a sacrifice, and I… I

couldn’t let Draven or Rory…” My voice trails off, but the implication is clear. The Trio stare at me, their faces a mask of

shock and hurt. Clint’s jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with anger, while Conner’s arms unfold, his hands clenching into

fists at his sides.

Cassius, his expression unreadable, takes a step back, his hand falling away from my shoulder. “I… we need to talk,” he

says, his voice tight. “Alone.” My eyes widen, and I reach out as if to stop them, but they’re already turning away, their

broad shoulders tense as they head down the hallway. I stand there, frozen, as the reality of what I have done settles over me like a shroud.

Draven and Rory exchange a glance, their faces pale, before Draven steps forward, his hand gently grasping my elbow.

“Come on,” he says, his voice low. “Let’s get you to your room. You need to rest.”

I allow myself to be led away, my feet moving mechanically as we make our way down the hallway. My mind is a

whirlwind of emotions: shame, guilt, and a deep, aching sadness. I can’t shake the feeling that I have lost something

precious, something I may never get back. As we reach my old room, Draven helps me inside, his hand gently guiding me

to the edge of the bed. “I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he says, his voice gentle. “Try to get some rest. I will never

desert you. Please rest and then wash up once you have the energy. If you need help, Rory and I are here for you…

always.”

I nod, my eyes fixed on the floor, as Draven closes the door behind him. I sit there, motionless, as the minutes tick by, the

silence pressing down on me like a weight. Meanwhile, the Trio has retreated to the library, a grand room lined with

shelves of ancient tomes and leather-bound volumes. They stand before the fireplace, their faces illuminated by the

flickering flames, as they discuss what they’ve just learned. I shut off the link because I can’t bear to hear them talk about

me and what I had to do and would do again to save the ones I love.

**Cassius**

his voice tight with anger. “After

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my voice low. “We don’t know what she was up against.

a stirgio and perhaps the last of

could have.”

thought, speaks up. “But does that justify what she did? We’re not

The room falls silent as the weight

jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture

darker.

let this come between us,” I say, my voice firm. “Avery’s been through a lot,

meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear that

relaxing slightly, as Conner speaks up. “Maybe we need to show her

also… that we’re willing to forgive.” We fall silent,

show Avery

also to make it clear that

palace, we make our way

and Rory, and that we only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside the door, our faces set, as

to knock. Avery, who’s been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen from

faces unreadable, as we close the

forward, his eyes locking with Avery’s. “We’ve been talking,” he says, his voice low. “And we’ve decided

to speak, but Clint holds up a hand,

You need to understand that what you did… it hurt

nods, her eyes filling with tears. “I know,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry. I

“But apologies aren’t enough. You need to show us that

amends.”

us, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows what we are asking, what we want from

part… another part is aroused by the

you a

us, and we’re going to

breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the

And despite her fear, despite her shame, she feels a spark of desire ignite

chin, his thumb brushing against her

rumble. “To let us take control, to let us show you what

tus, her heart pounding in her chest. She

will. And as much as it terrifies her, she knows that

needs this.

voice

brothers and I exchanged a glance, our eyes flashing with

Conner move to stand

touch firm and possessive. Clint’s hands join his, their fingers intertwining

slow and

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eyes locked on Avery’s, reaches out to grasp the hem of her tattered gown, his fingers brushing against

her eyes closing as she feels

and vulnerable, as we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls away, while Clint’s jeans

on Avery’s, began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving slowly.

of our bodies, our desire for her palpable in the

hand reaching out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her skin as

my voice

pounding in her chest, as she

my cock already hardening in

what you can

widen, but she doesn’t hesitate, reaching out to grasp my cock, her fingers wrapping

her mouth moving slowly up and down. Clint and Conner move to stand

on her shoulders as they watch, their eyes flashing with approval. I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she

it,” Clint murmurs, his voice low. “Take it deep, Avery. Show us how much you want it.” Avery moans, her

mouth, her throat constricting around the

she pleasures me, as she hears my groans of

are not content to let her dominate for long. Conner

as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. “On your hands and knees,” he

moving to position herself on the floor,

her spine as Clint steps

legs,” he

her legs spreading wide as she presents herself to them. She