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**

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my voice low. “We don’t know what

a stirgio and perhaps the last of its kind. It could end

could have.”

eyes narrowed in thought, speaks up. “But does that justify

room falls silent as the

tightens, his eyes flashing with a

darker.

us,” I say, my voice

my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We

speaks up. “Maybe we need to show her

willing to forgive.” We fall silent, our eyes

Slowly, a plan begins to form, a way to show Avery that we are willing

clear that what she did will not be

the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the palace, we

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

edge of the bed, her eyes red

inside, our faces unreadable, as we close the

Avery’s. “We’ve been talking,” he says, his voice low. “And we’ve decided that… we’re willing to forgive

eyes widen, and she starts to speak, but Clint holds up a hand, his eyes

need to understand that what

her eyes filling with tears. “I know,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry. I never meant

aren’t enough. You need to show us that you’re willing to

amends.”

chest. She knows what we are asking, what we want

is terrified, but another part… another part is aroused by the prospect. We step forward,

a night of passion unlike any you’ve ever experienced,” I say,

us,

breath hitches, her eyes widening as she takes in the implication. She knows what the offer is, what we want

shame, she

grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against

low rumble. “To let us take control, to

tus, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that this is

to our will. And as much as it terrifies

needs this.

she whispers, her voice

flashing with approval, as

to stand

his touch firm and possessive. Clint’s hands join

movements slow

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

shivers, her eyes closing as she feels the cool air

body. My leather armor, which I wore in case

to unbutton his shirt, his

in the sight of our bodies, our

out to grasp her hip, my thumb brushing against her

my

heart pounding in her chest, as she slowly lowers herself to the floor. She

as I come forward, my cock already hardening in anticipation. “Suck

us what you can

hesitate, reaching out to grasp

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

approval. I know she feels a spark of desire

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

into her mouth, her

as she pleasures me, as she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse

her dominate for long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping her hair,

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

Avery doesn’t hesitate, moving to position herself on the

a shiver run down her spine as Clint steps forward, his

he commands,

presents herself to