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

old as time. The air is thick with the

gasps.

books mingles with our sweat. James lays me on a large

the polished wood like a halo. He kneels between her legs, his eyes dark with hunger,

me again, his movements deliberate and deep. The sound of our bodies meeting is obscene, a symphony

filthy promises in my ear, his voice hoarse with

cold night air only fuels our heat. James pins me against a

me from behind, his hands gripping my hips brutally.

The sound of our passion

finds the sensitive spot on my neck, biting and

his arms, my cries mingling

In the grand hall, as the group gathers

shift in my seat, aware of his gaze on me, and subtly parts my

of my bare pussy. His eyes darken, his control slipping, as he stands abruptly, his

racing, as we retreat to a

it, his lips

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of the group a stark contrast to the raw,

me, my legs wrapping around him, as he fucks me against the door, his thrusts urgent and deep. I moan loudly, my hands gripping his shoulders, my head thrown back in

clear, his dominance absolute, as he claims me with a ferocity that leaves

breathless.

find myself on my knees, my

breeze. I look up at him through

balls. He groans, his hands tangling in

is a stark contrast to

my magic sparking

night is far from over. In a secluded chamber, I lie on a plush rug, my body glistening with sweat, as James enters me from behind, his hands gripping my hips. Cassius and Clint watch from the shadows,

they stroke themselves, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Conner joins them, his eyes locked

as he steps forward, his lips brushing James’s ear, his voice a whisper. “Let us

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but my eyes meet his, my plea silent but clear. He hesitates,