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**

she did 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 was up against. The Ancient One…

a stirgio and perhaps the last of

could have.”

up. “But does that

here. She fucked them, Cassius. All of them.” The room falls silent as the weight of his words

eyes flashing with a mixture of

darker.

“We can’t let this come between us,” I say,

trail off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear

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

we’re willing to forgive.” We fall silent, our eyes

form, a way to show Avery that we are

to make it clear that what she did

casting a golden glow over the palace, we make our way to Avery’s room. We tell Draven

only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside the door, our faces set,

of the bed, her eyes

faces unreadable, as we close

says,

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

need to understand that what you did… it hurt us. It betrayed

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

says, his voice gentle. “But apologies aren’t enough. You

amends.”

pounding in her chest. She knows what we are asking, what

another part… another part is aroused

on Avery’s, as I speak. “We’re going to show you a night of passion unlike any you’ve ever

take you, all of us,

in the implication. She knows what the offer

despite her shame, she feels

to grasp her chin, his thumb brushing against her

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

tus, her heart pounding in her chest.

to our will. And as much as it terrifies

needs this.

voice barely

exchanged a glance, our eyes flashing with approval, as we began to move towards

Conner move to stand behind

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

movements slow

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

down her body. Avery shivers, her eyes

My leather armor, which I wore in case she needed me on that mission, falls

his eyes locked on Avery’s, began to unbutton his shirt,

her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of

thumb brushing against her skin as I pull her towards

my voice low and

between us, her heart pounding in her chest, as

cock already hardening in anticipation. “Suck

us what you

to grasp my cock, her

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

she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she

Avery.

into her mouth, her throat constricting

me, as she hears my groans

for long. Conner

the strands as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. “On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice low

on the floor, her hands and knees

spine as Clint steps forward, his cock already

your legs,” he commands, his voice

to them. She feels a sense of vulnerability, of exposure,