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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I interrupt, my voice low. “We don’t know

It’s a stirgio and perhaps the last of

could have.”

that justify what she did? We’re

The room falls silent as the weight of his words settles

jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions: anger, hurt, and

darker.

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

her. But…” I trail off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear that what she did

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

willing to forgive.” We fall silent, our eyes locked in a triangle of

show Avery that we are willing to

make it clear that what

over the palace, we make our way to Avery’s

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

who’s been sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes red and swollen

inside, our faces unreadable, as we close

locking with Avery’s. “We’ve been talking,” he says, his

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

to understand that what you did… it hurt us.

sag, and she nods, her eyes filling with tears.

apologies aren’t enough.

amends.”

her chest. She knows what

part… another

going to show you a

take you, all of us,

as she takes in the implication. She knows

fear, despite her shame, she feels a spark

to grasp her chin, his thumb

Avery?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. “To let us take control, to let us show you what it means to

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

she’s willing to submit to our will. And as much as it terrifies

needs this.

whispers, her voice barely

our eyes flashing with approval, as we began to move towards her. I step

Clint and Conner move to stand

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

movements slow

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the hem of her tattered gown, his

down her body. Avery shivers, her eyes closing as

at her feet. She stands there, naked 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 and jacket slide

floor. Conner, his eyes locked on Avery’s, began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving

eyes widening as she takes in the sight of our bodies, our desire for

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

I command, my voice low

her heart pounding in her chest, as

cock already

what

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

slowly up

I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she sucks my cock,

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

her throat constricting around

as she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse

long. Conner steps forward, his hand grasping

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

herself on the floor,

spine as Clint steps

he commands, his voice

she presents herself to them. She feels