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

arrives, a day filled with the scent of roasting meats

my mates and friends exchange gifts, their faces softened by

chosen, but as I see the joy on

wears on, my group retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting like a wildfire. My body

hands and mouths driving me to

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

this moment, for the love and security

and the gift I have prepared

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

bind us together

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the grand hall, where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath

filled with tiny furniture and soft

they’re building together.

to my mates, her eyes shining with

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

brushes against my cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to

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

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

husky with desire.

BDSM playroom, a space filled with

lips curve into a wicked smile. “Are you sure, Avery?

that offer.”

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

down my arm, sending

to remember.”

me, I feel a surge of excitement, my body humming with anticipation. I know that this is

passion will only continue to grow, a

casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with the scent

my body

and nervousness fluttering in

steps forward, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in her

“You’re so beautiful, Avery,” he

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

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

the rest

their words, the promise

them absolute.

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

heighten, every sound and touch amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my skin as Conner

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

be cherished.

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

touches blending together in a symphony

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

to play, love.”

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

offering. The touch of a feather sends shivers down my

see, but I can feel every sensation, every touch,

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

voice a