Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

The final preparations for Christmas are underway, and the scent of pine and cinnamon fills the air, mingling with the

faint aroma of dragonfire that clings to my skin. My dragon powers, usually so responsive to my will, have been behaving

erratically, sparking frustration within me. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I try to reign in my magic,

but it feels like trying to hold onto smoke. Draven, his dark presence a comforting constant, approaches me, his warlock’s

eyes gleaming with understanding. “It’s normal, my Queen,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “Your powers are

growing, evolving. It’s a sign of your strength, not a weakness.”

I sigh, my shoulders sagging slightly as I release the tension I’ve been holding. “I know, but it’s frustrating. I feel like I’m

losing control.”

Draven’s hand brushes against mine, a silent gesture of support. “Control is an illusion, Avery. Embrace the chaos. It’s what makes us powerful.”

I manage a small smile, grateful for his unwavering belief in me. But my mind can’t help but wander to James Balans, the

King of Kings, whose presence still lingers in my thoughts like a shadow. Draven, ever perceptive, notices my distraction.

“You can reject your bond to him, you know,” he says, his tone gentle but firm. “You don’t owe him anything.”

I shake my head, my red and blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. “I won’t reject him, Draven. There’s good in him, I

know it. I can feel it.”

Draven’s eyes narrow, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “Be careful, Avery. James is a force to be reckoned with. Don’t let your compassion cloud your judgment.”

As if summoned by our conversation, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the hall. Clint, Conner, and

Cassius stride into the room, their masculine presence filling the space. Their eyes, each a different shade of blue, lock

onto me, and I feel a surge of warmth at their unwavering devotion. “Everything alright, my Queen?” Clint asks, his voice

deep and rumbling.

I nod, forcing a smile. “Just a bit of dragonfire mischief. Nothing to worry about.”

Conner’s sharp eyes miss nothing. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest.”

“Rest can wait,” I say, my voice firm. “Christmas is almost here, and there’s still so much to do.”

Cassius steps forward, his dominant presence commanding attention. “We’ll take care of everything, Avery. You just focus

on yourself.”

I appreciate their concern, but the restlessness within me won’t be ignored. “I need to feel useful,” I admit. “I need to be

involved.”

The men exchange a glance, and Clint’s lips quirk into a mischievous smile. “Alright, then. How about we make a deal?

You help us with the preparations, but only if you promise to take breaks and listen to us when we tell you to rest.”

My lips twitch into a grin. “Deal.”

As we set to work, the atmosphere lightens, the tension dissipating as we decorate the hall with garlands and lights. My

dragon powers, though still unpredictable, seem to respond to the joy of the moment, and I find myself laughing as I

ornaments alongside my

with the scent of roasting meats and the

as I watch as my mates and friends exchange gifts, their

the presents I have chosen, but as I see the joy on their

evening wears on, my group retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting like a wildfire. My

hands and mouths driving me to the brink of ecstasy again

Later, as we lie tangled together, our hearts beating in unison, I feel a sense of peace settle

love and security

as I drift off to sleep, my thoughts turn to James, and the gift I have

our bond. I plan to mark him, to allow him to mark me, and in doing

bind us

the full

else. Happy reading!

sun casting a golden glow over the

to the grand hall, where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath the tree. As I

eyes. It’s plans for a nursery, a space filled with tiny furniture

they’re building together.

her eyes shining with

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

wraps around my waist, pulling me close. “It’s what you deserve, Avery. You’re the heart

touch gentle. “We want

intense and unwavering, meet mine. “And we’ll protect

how I

husky with desire.

lead them to the BDSM playroom, a space filled

with desire, and Clint’s lips curve into a wicked smile. “Are you sure, Avery? We

that offer.”

my eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I’m sure. I trust

forward, his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

to remember.”

begin to undress me, I feel a surge of excitement, my body humming with anticipation. I know that this

only continue to grow, a flame that will burn brighter with each passing day.

shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with

anticipation as I stand before my mates, my body bare and

of excitement and nervousness

with desire as he takes in her body. He runs a

her. “You’re so beautiful, Avery,” he

eyes. “We’re going to take our time with you, love. We’re going to make you feel

hands resting on my hips.

for the rest

words, the promise of pleasure and surrender

trust in them

into a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying

touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze

every curve and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if I am a

be cherished.

𝗻𝚘𝑣𝘦𝕃5s.com for the full experience. You

else. Happy reading!

his breath hot against my ear. “It’s

their touches blending together in a symphony of

skilled ministrations. Clint’s voice, low and husky,

to play, love.”

and then another around my ankle. I am secured to

The touch of a feather sends shivers down my spine, and I gasp

and tantalizing. I can’t see, but I can feel every sensation, every touch, every

jolt of desire straight to my core. “You like that,

his voice