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

my

roasting meats

as my mates and friends exchange gifts, their

but as I see the joy

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

pleasure, of my mates’ skilled hands and mouths

Later, as we lie tangled together, our hearts beating in unison, I feel a sense of

love and security I have found

the

my willingness to embrace our bond. I plan to mark him, to allow him to mark me, and in doing so, forge

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golden glow over

where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me beneath the tree. As I unwrap it, tears prick at

nursery, a space filled with tiny furniture and soft blankets, a symbol of

they’re building together.

gratitude, I turn to my mates, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice thick

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

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

unwavering, meet mine. “And we’ll protect

I know exactly how I

husky with desire.

a space filled with restraints and toys, a testament to our shared

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

that offer.”

his gaze, my eyes sparkling with anticipation.

his hand trailing down my arm, sending shivers

to remember.”

excitement, my body humming

to grow, a flame that will burn

lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with the

body bare and vulnerable. My heart

and nervousness fluttering

he takes in her body. He runs a finger

beautiful, Avery,” he murmurs, his

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

on my hips. “And we’re going to make

the rest

I feel the weight of their words, the promise of pleasure and surrender that

in them

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every sound and touch amplified. I feel a cool

mapping every curve and dip. His touch is gentle,

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

together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan softly,

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

to play, love.”

restraint being fastened around my wrist, and then another around my ankle. I

a feather sends shivers down my spine, and

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

against my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. “You like that,

his voice a