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**

can’t believe she did that,” Clint says, his voice tight with anger. “After

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don’t know what she was

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

could have.”

thought, speaks up. “But does that justify what she did? We’re not

room falls silent as the weight of his

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

darker.

come between us,” I say, my voice firm.

off, my eyes meeting Clint’s. “We also need to make it clear that what she did

Conner speaks up. “Maybe

We

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

make it clear that what she did will not be

golden glow over the palace, we make our way

that we only wished to talk to Avery. We stand outside the

the bed, her eyes red and

faces unreadable, as we close

he says,

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

You need to understand that what you did…

with tears. “I know,” she

aren’t enough. You need to show

amends.”

us, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows what we

part… another part is aroused by the prospect.

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

going to take you, all of us, and we’re going to make you

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

she feels a spark of desire ignite within

reaching out to grasp her chin,

us take control, to

Her eyes flick between tus, her 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 her, she knows that she wants

needs this.

she whispers, her voice barely

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

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

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

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reaches out to grasp the hem of her tattered gown, his fingers brushing against

shivers, her eyes closing as she feels the cool air on her

as we begin to undress, our eyes never leaving her body. My leather armor, which I wore in

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

of our bodies,

brushing against her skin as

my

chest, as she slowly lowers herself to the floor.

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

us what you can

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

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

shoulders as they watch, their eyes flashing with approval. I know she feels a spark of desire ignite within her as she sucks my cock, her mouth moving in time with

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

into her mouth, her throat constricting around the thick

she hears my groans of pleasure, which amuse

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

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

herself on

down her spine as

your legs,” he

legs spreading wide as she presents herself to them. She