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.

James greets, his voice respectful yet firm. “We have

fluid and deliberate. “Welcome, King James. And you,

both prepared for what

understand the nature of this alliance and are willing to prove

“Good. Then let us begin. The first trial is one

to demonstrate your dominance over Avery in a way that leaves no doubt as

flash with a mixture of desire and determination. “As

my wrist with a firm

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

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tilting my head back,

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

shiver as the cool air caresses my body, my nipples tightening in response. James’s

down the curve

her,” the queen orders, her voice a soft whisper. “Show me how you

his thumb brushing over my nipple,

James’s lips curve into a satisfied smile

his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing

body arching into his touch, my hands clutching at his thighs.

evident in

will please

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

darken with desire as I sink to my knees before him, my lips

with my teeth, my breath warm against

thick, throbbing cock.

lips wrapping around the head, my mouth sliding down, taking

hair, his hips thrusting forward, his dominance evident in

the pace.

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queen watches, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand moving to her own gown,

my tongue swirling, my lips sucking, my throat relaxing to take him deeper.

tighten in my hair, his thrusts becoming

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

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