Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**

After we landed, we ventured to the boundary, their earlier joy replaced by a heavy silence. I step forward, and the

boundary parts effortlessly, as if it had been waiting for me. James, no doubt, had anticipated their arrival, his commands

to his people clear: welcome Avery and her companions with open arms. I quickly linked to James to confirm if he briefed

his people. He told me that he had. Yet, despite his orders, I can’t help but notice the way the women’s eyes linger on

Cassius, Clint, and Conner, their gazes hungry and unapologetic. A spark of jealousy ignites within me, my magic flaring

wildly, unpredictable and raw, as if it has a mind of its own.

As we approach the palace, a butler greets us, his movements graceful, his appearance unapologetically feminine. Jace,

the butler, and Draven lock eyes, an unspoken tension passing between them. I stifle a giggle, realizing my connection to

James has inadvertently led Draven to his fated mate. I could offer Draven a dragon if he accepts this unexpected bond.

James welcomes them with warmth, but I feel out of place, my nerves prickling under the weight of so many unfamiliar

eyes. James senses my unease and pulls me aside, his words soothing my frayed edges.

Nervously, I reveal my Christmas gift to him—myself, my bond, my everything. James’s response is immediate and fierce,

a decade of longing unleashed in a torrent of raw, unbridled passion. We move through the palace like a storm, our

desire consuming every room. James takes me hard and hungry, his hands gripping me like I am the only anchor in a sea

of chaos.

In the grand hall, the soft rugs muffle our moans as James presses me against the wall, his lips devouring mine. His hands

roam over my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the swell of my hips. I arch into him, my

hands tangling in his hair, as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He thrusts into me with a primal growl, our

time. The air is thick

gasps.

the scent of old books mingles with our sweat. James

a halo. He kneels between her legs,

I cry out, my magic sparking around us, as he enters me again, his movements deliberate and

filthy promises in my ear, his voice hoarse with

fuels our heat. James pins me against a stone fountain, the water

hands gripping my hips brutally. I moan, my head thrown

he pounds into me with relentless force. The sound of our passion echoes through the garden,

of their connection. His mouth finds the sensitive spot on my neck, biting

in his arms, my cries mingling with the

to solitude. In the grand hall, as the group gathers for a feast,

in my seat, aware

of my bare pussy. His eyes darken, his control slipping,

heart racing, as we retreat to a nearby chamber,

it, his lips crushing

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laughter and chatter of the group a stark contrast to the raw,

lifts me, my legs wrapping around him, as he fucks me against the door, his thrusts urgent and deep. I moan loudly,

power dynamics between us are clear, his dominance absolute, as he

breathless.

night, I find myself on my knees, my

group’s laughter carrying on the breeze. I look up at him through my lashes, my lips

He groans, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me, as I

The sound of our pleasure is a stark contrast to the innocent night,

my mouth, my magic sparking around

with sweat, as James enters me from behind, his hands

in ragged gasps. Conner joins them, his eyes locked on

the air, as he steps forward, his lips brushing

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meet his, my plea silent