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

roasting meats and the sound of carols echoing through the

exchange gifts,

I have chosen, but as I see the joy on their

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

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

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

love and

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

to mark him, to allow him to mark me, and in doing so, forge

will bind

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dawns, the sun casting a golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with

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

eyes. It’s plans for a nursery, a space filled with tiny furniture

they’re building together.

mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

me close. “It’s what

cheek, his touch gentle. “We want to give you everything,

intense and unwavering, meet mine.

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

husky with desire.

to the BDSM playroom, a space filled

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

that offer.”

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

down my arm, sending shivers down

to remember.”

of excitement, my body humming with anticipation.

continue to grow, a

the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on

body bare and vulnerable.

and nervousness fluttering in

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

so beautiful, Avery,”

going to take our time

me, his hands resting on my hips. “And

the rest of your

as I feel the weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that hangs in the air. I

them

lips curve into a wicked smile as he reaches for a silk scarf, tying it gently around my eyes.

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

curve and dip. His touch is gentle,

be cherished.

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against my ear. “It’s

hands join Conner’s, their touches blending together in a

Clint’s voice, low and husky, breaks through the haze

to play, love.”

my wrist, and then another around my

before them, a willing offering. The touch of a

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

neck, sending a jolt of desire straight

voice