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

alongside my mates

scent of roasting meats and

as I watch as my mates and friends exchange gifts, their faces softened by love and gratitude. I

but as I see the joy on their

retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting

pleasure, of my mates’ skilled hands and mouths driving me to the

as we lie tangled together, our hearts beating in unison, I feel a sense

this moment, for the love and security I have found with these

my thoughts turn to James, and the gift I have

mark him, to allow him to mark me, and in

that will bind

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glow over the castle. My heart racing

beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath the tree. As I unwrap it, tears prick

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

they’re building together.

I turn to my mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,”

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

wraps around my waist, pulling me close. “It’s

hand brushes against my cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to give you everything,

mine. “And we’ll protect you, no matter

know exactly how I want to thank them. “Come with me,” I say, my

husky with desire.

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

a wicked smile. “Are

that offer.”

my eyes sparkling with anticipation.

steps forward, his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my

to remember.”

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

that our love and passion will only continue to grow, a

of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air

mates, my body bare

excitement and nervousness fluttering in

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

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

joins him, his gaze intense as he meets my eyes. “We’re going to take our time with you,

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

the rest of

their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that hangs in the air.

in them absolute.

smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around my eyes.

and touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my

and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if I am a precious treasure

be cherished.

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

touches blending together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan

Clint’s voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze of pleasure.

to play, love.”

my wrist, and then another around my ankle. I am secured to the

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

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

my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to

voice a