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

my mates and

roasting meats and the sound of carols echoing through the

heart full, as I watch as my mates and friends exchange gifts,

see the

the evening wears on, my group retires to the bedrooms,

mates’ skilled hands and mouths driving me to the brink

unison, I feel a sense of peace

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

to James, and the gift I have prepared for him. It’s a symbol of my trust,

our bond. I plan to mark him, to allow him to

bind us together

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golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with anticipation, I made

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

filled with tiny furniture and soft blankets, a symbol of the

they’re building together.

mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice thick

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

pulling me close. “It’s what you deserve, Avery. You’re the heart of our

“We want

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

moment, I know exactly how

husky with desire.

lead them to the BDSM playroom, a space filled with

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

that offer.”

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

steps forward, his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my spine. “Then let’s make

to remember.”

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

love and passion will only continue to grow,

flickering shadows on

before my mates, my body

nervousness

steps forward, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in her body. He runs a finger down her spine,

beautiful, Avery,” he murmurs, his voice

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

my hips. “And

the rest of your

weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and

in them

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

sound and touch amplified. I feel

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

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

Conner’s, their touches blending together in a

skilled ministrations. Clint’s voice, low

to play, love.”

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

a willing offering. The touch of a feather sends shivers

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

my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. “You like that, don’t

voice