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.

his voice respectful yet firm. “We have

and deliberate. “Welcome, King

for what

step forward, my confidence unwavering. “We are, Your Majesty. We understand the nature

Then let us begin. The first trial is one of

to demonstrate your dominance over Avery in

desire and determination. “As you wish, Your

turns to me, his hand closing around my wrist with a

ear. “Kneel,” he commands, his voice

play. I do not hesitate as I sink to my knees

my hair, tilting my head

with approval. “But let us see if your dominance extends beyond

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of my gown, his fingers

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

the curve of my breast, his touch both gentle and

voice a

brushing over my nipple, his touch sending

moan softly, my head falling back, my submission complete. James’s lips curve into a

nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth

arching into his touch, my

with approval, her own desire evident in the flush of

next trial is one of endurance. Avery, you will please James, but you must do so without the use of your hands. Use

but I nod, my determination unwavering. I rise to my feet, my gaze locking with James’s, my lips

I sink to my knees before

with my teeth, my breath warm against his

thick, throbbing cock.

tasting him, my lips wrapping around the head, my mouth sliding down,

hair, his hips

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queen watches, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand moving

my tongue swirling, my

hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his

“The final trial

take you in any way he chooses, without restraint