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**

that,” Clint says, his voice tight with

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I interrupt, my voice low. “We don’t

stirgio and perhaps the last of its kind. It

could have.”

does that justify what

The room falls

a mixture of emotions: anger, hurt, and

darker.

say, my voice firm. “Avery’s been through a lot, and we need

her. But…” I trail off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need

slightly, as Conner speaks up. “Maybe

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

to form, a way to show Avery that

make it clear that what she did

a golden glow over the palace, we

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

been sitting on the edge of the bed, her

unreadable, as we close the door

“We’ve been talking,” he says, his voice low.

but Clint holds up a hand, his eyes flashing with warning.

need to understand that what you did…

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

apologies aren’t enough. You need to show

amends.”

heart pounding in her chest. She knows what

of her is terrified, but another part… another part is aroused by

as I speak. “We’re going to show you a

low and seductive. “We’re going to take you, all of us, and we’re going to make you scream our names until

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

her shame, she feels a spark of desire

to grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip.

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

Her eyes flick between tus, her heart pounding in her

to show us that she’s willing to submit to our will. And as much as it terrifies her, she

needs this.

she whispers, her voice barely audible.

flashing with approval, as we

shoulders, as Clint and Conner move to

her body, his touch firm and possessive. Clint’s hands join his, their fingers intertwining as they begin

movements slow and

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

her eyes closing as

our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls away,

began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving

of our bodies, our

my thumb brushing against

my voice low

heart pounding in her chest,

I come forward, my cock already hardening in anticipation.

what you

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

begins to lick and suck, her mouth moving slowly up and down. Clint

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

his voice low. “Take it deep, Avery. Show us

into her mouth, her throat constricting around the thick

me, as she hears my groans

are not content to let her dominate for long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping her hair,

as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. “On

herself on the floor, her hands and

spine as Clint

legs,” he

her legs spreading wide as she presents herself to them. She feels a sense of vulnerability, of exposure,