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.

respectful yet firm.

fluid and deliberate. “Welcome, King James.

for what

We understand the nature of this

let us begin. The

I require you to demonstrate your dominance over Avery in a way that leaves no

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

my wrist with a firm grip. He

ear. “Kneel,” he

sink to my knees before him, my head bowed,

hair, tilting my head back, his lips brushing against mine in a

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

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moves to the laces of my gown, his fingers deftly undoing them,

air caresses my body, my nipples

down the curve

a soft whisper. “Show me how you claim

brushing over my nipple, his

back, my submission complete. James’s lips curve

my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, his

into his touch, my hands clutching at his thighs. The queen

desire evident in the flush of

will please

nod, my determination unwavering. I rise to my feet, my gaze locking with James’s, my lips curving into a sly smile. “As you wish, Your Majesty.” I step closer to James, my

to my

my breath

thick, throbbing cock.

my lips wrapping around the head, my mouth sliding down, taking him as deep as

tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting forward, his dominance evident in the way he

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her hand moving to her own gown, her fingers slipping

its magic, my tongue swirling, my lips sucking, my throat relaxing to take

tighten in my hair, his thrusts becoming

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

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