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

air is

gasps.

our sweat. James lays me on a

halo. He kneels between her legs, his eyes dark with hunger, and

sparking around us, as he enters me again, his movements deliberate and deep. The sound of our bodies meeting

filthy promises in my ear,

the cold night air only fuels our heat. James pins

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

pounds into me with relentless force. The sound of our

His mouth finds the sensitive spot on my neck, biting and

his arms, my cries mingling

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

seat, aware of his gaze on me, and subtly parts

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

as we retreat to a nearby chamber, the door barely closing

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feast continues outside, the laughter and chatter of the group a stark contrast

around him, as he fucks me against the door, his thrusts urgent and deep. I

his dominance absolute, as he claims me

breathless.

in the gardens, under the cover of night, I find myself on my knees,

I look up at him through

my hands cupping his balls. He groans, his hands tangling

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

mouth, my magic

glistening with sweat, as James enters me

their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Conner joins them,

humming in the air, as he steps forward, his lips brushing

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meet his, my plea silent but clear.