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

a day filled with the scent of roasting meats and the sound of

friends exchange gifts, their faces

but as I see the joy on their faces,

the bedrooms, our passion igniting

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

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

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

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

to mark him, to

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golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with

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

of my eyes. It’s plans for a nursery, a space filled with tiny furniture and soft blankets, a symbol

they’re building together.

mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to

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

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

husky with desire.

a space filled with restraints and

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

that offer.”

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

down my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

to remember.”

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

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

glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is heavy

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

and nervousness

his eyes dark with desire as he takes in her

Avery,” he murmurs,

he meets my eyes. “We’re going to take our time with

to stand behind me, his hands resting on my hips. “And we’re going to make sure

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the weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that hangs

trust in them

reaches for a silk scarf, tying it

touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze

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

blending together in a symphony of pleasure. I

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

to play, love.”

then another around my ankle.

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

tantalizing. I can’t see, but I can

against my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to

his voice a