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

ornaments alongside my

day filled with the scent of roasting meats and the sound of carols echoing

mates and friends exchange gifts, their faces softened by love

I see the joy on their faces,

retires to the bedrooms, our passion igniting like a wildfire. My

hands and mouths driving me to the brink

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

this moment, for the love and security I have found with

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

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

bind us together

for the full

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golden glow over the castle. My heart racing with anticipation, I made

hall, where a beautifully wrapped gift awaited me

of my eyes. It’s plans for a 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.

emotion. “It’s perfect.”

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

touch gentle. “We want to give you

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

how I want to thank them. “Come

husky with desire.

space filled with

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

that offer.”

with anticipation. “I’m

trailing down my arm, sending shivers down my

to remember.”

surge of excitement, my body humming with

that our love and passion will only continue to grow, a flame that will

flickering shadows

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

nervousness fluttering in

takes in

Avery,”

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

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

for the rest of your

of their words, the promise of pleasure

trust in them

he reaches for a silk scarf, tying

amplified. I feel a cool breeze on my skin as Conner

roaming over my body, mapping every curve and dip. His touch is gentle, reverent, as if I am

be cherished.

the full experience. You won’t find the next

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he murmurs, his breath hot against my

together in a symphony of pleasure. I moan

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

to play, love.”

being fastened around my wrist, and then another

spread out before them, a willing offering. The touch of a

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

against my neck, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.

voice a