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 the sound of

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

see the joy on their faces,

the bedrooms, our passion igniting like

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

our hearts beating in unison, I feel a

moment, for the love and security I have

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

plan to mark him,

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glow over the castle. My

hall, where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath the tree. As I

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

they’re building together.

turn to my mates, her eyes shining with love.

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

cheek, his touch gentle. “We

mine. “And we’ll protect

moment, I know exactly how I want to

husky with desire.

filled

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

that offer.”

my eyes sparkling with anticipation. “I’m

arm, sending shivers down my spine. “Then let’s

to remember.”

undress me, I feel a surge of excitement, my

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

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

as I stand before my mates, my body bare and vulnerable. My

and nervousness

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

through her. “You’re so beautiful, Avery,”

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

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

for the rest of

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

them

reaches for a silk

sound and touch amplified. I feel a

curve and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent,

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breath hot against my ear. “It’s

in a symphony of pleasure. I moan softly,

surrender to their skilled ministrations. Clint’s voice,

to play, love.”

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

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

I can’t see, but I can feel

sending a jolt of desire

voice a