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 anger. “After everything we’ve

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my voice low. “We don’t know what she

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

could have.”

does that justify what she did? We’re not just talking

them.” The room falls silent as the weight of his words

flashing with a mixture of emotions: anger, hurt, and something

darker.

us,” I say,

“We also need to make it clear that what she did is

up. “Maybe we need to show her that there are

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

a plan begins to form, a way to show Avery that we are willing to move past her

that

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

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

inside, our faces unreadable, as we close the

says, his voice low.

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

conditions. You need to understand that what you did…

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

aren’t enough. You need to

amends.”

pounding in her chest. She knows

but another part… another part is aroused by the prospect.

“We’re going to show you a night of passion unlike

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

the implication. She knows what the offer is, what

shame, she feels

steps forward, his hand reaching out to grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against

asks, his voice a low rumble. “To let us take control, to let us show

eyes flick between tus, her heart pounding in her chest.

to submit to our will. And as much as it

needs this.

whispers, her voice barely audible. “I’m

brothers and I exchanged a glance, our eyes flashing with approval,

hands grasping her shoulders, as Clint and Conner move to stand behind her. She shivers as my

hands join his, their fingers intertwining as they begin to undress

slow and

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

shivers, her eyes closing as she feels the cool

begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on

eyes locked on Avery’s, began to

of our bodies, our desire for her

against her skin as I pull her towards me. “Get

my voice low and

chest, as she slowly lowers herself

forward, my cock already hardening in anticipation. “Suck it,” I command, my

us what you can

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 behind

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

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

her mouth, her throat constricting around

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

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

the strands as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck.

herself on the floor, her hands and

her spine as Clint

your legs,” he commands,

to them. She feels