Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

*Avery**

Ever since coming to Talos, there has been one thing after another. I would cherish a moment of respite, but sadly there is

none. James had been negotiating with a tribe before he got called to NIghtshade. Now we are in a neighboring

kingdom at a dinner hosted by the queen, who I think is after James. I sigh. Her grand hall in the Drago palace is filled

with the soft glow of candlelight, the air heavy with the scent of incense and the murmur of hushed conversations. The

feast has ended, but the night is far from over. My heart is still racing from the earlier encounters, standing beside James, my hand resting lightly on his arm. His presence is a constant, grounding force, his dominance a shield against the chaos

of my emotions.

James, ever the strategist, leans close, his breath warm against my ear. “The queen requests a private audience,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “It seems our negotiations are about to take an… intimate turn.”

My pulse quickens at the implication. I know the queen’s reputation—a woman of unparalleled beauty and cunning, with

a taste for power and pleasure. The thought of what this audience might entail sends a shiver down her spine. “What

does she want?” she asks, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“To test our loyalty,” James replies, his green eyes piercing through the dim light. “And our willingness to submit to her

desires. This is not merely a political alliance, Avery. It is a game of dominance and submission, and we must play our

parts flawlessly.”

My lips curve into a sly smile. “Then let us show her what it means to be bound by passion and unyielding commitment.”

Because I submit to no bitch anymore. This queen is no better than the Hags. If she tries to harm me or my eggs or thinks

she can take my mate, I will end her and I don’t care if it starts a war.

With a nod, James leads me through the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, our footsteps echoing softly on the marble

floors. The queen’s chambers are a study in opulence, the walls adorned with intricate tapestries and the air thick with the

scent of exotic perfumes. The queen herself sits on a lavish throne, her presence commanding yet alluring. Her eyes, a

deep, mysterious violet, lock onto James and me as we enter, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. A smile

that I am holding back the urge to slap off of her overly made up face.

Majesty,” James greets, his voice respectful yet

rises gracefully, her movements fluid and deliberate. “Welcome, King James. And you, Queen Avery. I

for what lies

unwavering. “We are, Your Majesty. We understand the nature of

queen’s smile deepens, her gaze appraising. “Good. Then let us begin. The first trial

Avery in a way

flash with a mixture of desire and determination. “As you wish, Your

turns to me, his hand closing around my wrist with a firm grip. He

against mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Kneel,” he commands, his

not hesitate as I sink to my knees before him, my head bowed, my submission a testament

James’s hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, his lips brushing against mine in

laced with approval. “But let

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moves to the laces of my gown, his fingers deftly undoing them, the fabric falling away to reveal

body, my nipples tightening in response. James’s gaze is intense,

as he traces a finger along my collarbone, down the

her voice a soft whisper. “Show me how you

hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my

James’s lips curve into a

my nipple into his mouth, his

arching into his touch, my hands clutching

evident in the

queen says finally, her voice firm. “The next trial is one of endurance. Avery, you will please James, but you must do so without the use of

the challenge, but I nod, my determination unwavering. I rise to my feet, my gaze locking with James’s, my lips curving into a

eyes darken with desire as I sink to my knees before him, my lips brushing against the

his trousers. I undo the laces with my teeth, my breath

thick, throbbing cock.

around the head, my mouth sliding down, taking him

his hands tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting forward, his dominance evident

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in short gasps, her hand moving to her own gown, her

magic, my tongue swirling, my lips sucking, my throat relaxing

in my hair, his thrusts becoming more

queen says again, her voice strained. “The final trial is one of complete submission. Avery, you

way he chooses,