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

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of roasting meats

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

presents I have chosen, but as I see the joy on their faces, my worries melt

on, my group retires to the bedrooms,

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

beating in unison, I feel a sense of peace settle over her.

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golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with

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

a space filled

they’re building together.

eyes shining with love. “Thank you,”

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

hand brushes against my cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to give you everything, Avery. You’re our

mine. “And

swells with love, and in that moment, I know exactly how I want to thank them. “Come with me,” I say,

husky with desire.

playroom, a space filled with restraints

desire, and Clint’s lips curve into a wicked smile. “Are

that offer.”

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

down my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

to remember.”

a surge of excitement, my body humming

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

flickering shadows on the walls. The air is

stand before my mates, my body bare and

nervousness

in her body. He runs a finger

Avery,” he murmurs, his voice thick

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

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

for the rest of

hitches as I feel the weight of their words, the promise of

trust in them absolute. “I’m

a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around

my senses heighten, every sound and touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze on

over my body, mapping every curve and dip. His touch

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his breath hot against my ear. “It’s like your body was made

blending together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan

voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze

to play, love.”

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

out before them, a willing offering. The touch of a feather sends shivers down my spine, and

my skin, teasing and tantalizing. I can’t see, but I can

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

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