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 mates and

arrives, a day filled with the scent of roasting meats and the sound of carols echoing

heart full, as I watch as my mates and friends exchange gifts, their faces softened by love and

I have chosen, but as I see the

wears on, my group retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting

pleasure, of my mates’ skilled hands and

our hearts beating in unison, I feel a sense of peace

love and security I have found with these

sleep, my thoughts turn to James, and the gift I

to mark him, to allow him to mark me,

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morning dawns, the sun casting a golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with anticipation, I made

gift awaited me beneath

nursery, a space filled with

they’re building together.

shining with love. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

me close. “It’s what you deserve, Avery. You’re the

“We want to give you everything, Avery.

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

know exactly how

husky with desire.

lead them to the BDSM playroom, a space filled with restraints and toys, a

lips curve into a wicked smile. “Are you sure, Avery? We might take you

that offer.”

sparkling with anticipation. “I’m

sending shivers down my spine. “Then let’s make this

to remember.”

I feel a surge of excitement, my body humming with anticipation. I know that this is

to grow, a flame

soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls.

my mates, my body bare and vulnerable. My heart pounds in

nervousness fluttering

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

“You’re so beautiful, Avery,” he murmurs, his voice

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

resting on my hips. “And we’re going to make sure

the rest of

of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender

in them absolute. “I’m

lips curve into a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around my

amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my skin as Conner steps closer,

dip. His touch is gentle,

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so responsive, Avery,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “It’s like your

join Conner’s, their touches blending together in a symphony

voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze of

to play, love.”

restraint being fastened around my wrist, and then another around my

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

over my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I can’t see, but I can feel every sensation, every touch, every

sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. “You like that, don’t you, love?”

his voice a dark