Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

*Avery +

Ever since coming to Talos, there has been one thing after another. | 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 | 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. | 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 gof 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 | submit to no bitch anymore. This queen is no better than the Hags. If she tries to harmor my eggs

or thinks

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

With a nod, James leadsthrough 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 andas we enter, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her lips. A

smile

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

“Your Majesty,” James greets, his voice respectful yet firm. “We have cas requested.”

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

trust you

are both prepared for what lies ahead?”

| step forward, my confidence unwavering. “We are, Your Majesty. We understand the nature of this alliance and

are willing to prove our worth.”

The queen’s smile deepens, her gaze appraising. “Good. Then let us begin. The first trial is one of trust and

submission.

James, | require you to demonstrate your dominance over Avery in a way that leaves no doubt as to your

control.”

James's eyes flash with a mixture of desire and determination. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”

Without hesitation, James turns to me, his hand closing around my wrist with a firm grip. He pullscloser, his

body

pressing against mine, his breath hot against my ear. “Kneel,” he commands, his voice a low, commanding

growl.

This g| will play. | do not hesitate as | sink to my knees before him, my head bowed, my submission a

testament to

our bond. James's hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back, his lips brushing against mine in a brief,

possessive kiss.

“Good,” the queen purrs, her voice laced with approval. “But let us see if your dominance extends beyond mere

words.”

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

my bare

skin. | shiver as the cool air caresses my body, my nipples tightening in response. James's gaze is intense, his

desire

palpable as he traces a finger along my collarbone, down the curve of my breast, his touch both gentle and

commanding.

“Touch her,” the queen orders, her voice a soft whisper. “Showhow you claim her.”

James's hand cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through

my body.

I moan softly, my head falling back, my submission complete. James's lips curve into a satisfied smile as he

leans down,

taking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing gently.

My breath hitches, my body arching into his touch, my hands clutching at his thighs. The queen watches, her

eyes

gleaming with approval, her own desire evident in the flush of her cheeks.

“Enough,” 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 your hands. Use only your mouth.”

My eyes widen at the challenge, but | nod, my determination unwavering. | rise to my feet, my gaze locking with

James's, my lips curving into a sly smile. “As you wish, Your Majesty.” | step closer to James, my hands behind my

back, my body

swaying seductively. James's eyes darken with desire as | sink to my knees before him, my lips brushing against

the bulge

in his trousers. | undo the laces with my teeth, my breath warm against his skin as I pull the fabric down,

revealing his

thick, throbbing cock.

My tongue flicks out, tasting him, my lips wrapping around the head, my mouth sliding down, taking him as deep

as |

can. James groans, his hands tangling in my hair, his hips thrusting forward, his dominance evident in the way he

controls

the pace.

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

beneath

the fabric. My mouth works its magic, my tongue swirling, my lips sucking, my throat relaxing to take him

deeper. James's

hands tighten in my hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his pleasure building.

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

will allow

James to take you in any way he chooses, without restraint or hesitation.”

| inwardly laugh. This queen has no clue about the power a fated mate holds. But then again, who would believe

that |

have four fated mates. My eyes meet James's, my trust and desire evident in my gaze. He knows my limits and

he

respects them. “I am his,” she whispers, my voice steady. James's eyes flash with a mixture of pride and desire.

He lifts me

to my feet, his hands roaming over my body, his lips claiming mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. He turns me,

pressing me

against the nearest wall, his body pressing against mine, his hands gripping my hips. “Hold onto me,” he

commands, his

voice a low growl.

| wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, my body arching into his as he lifts me, positioning

himself at

my entrance. He thrusts into me, his cock filling me, his dominance complete as he takeswith a primal

urgency. The

queen watches, her own pleasure evident as she touches herself, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. James's

thrusts are

relentless, his hands gripping my hips, his body moving with a rhythm that is both powerful and tender.

My moans fill the room, my body responding to his, my pleasure building with each thrust. James's lips find my

neck, his

teeth grazing my skin, his breath hot against my ear. “You are mine,” he growls, his voice a declaration of

ownership. My

body shakes as my orgasm builds, my release imminent. James's thrusts quicken, his own pleasure nearing its

peak. The

queen’s hand moves faster, her release mirroring ours as the room is filled with the sounds of our passion.

In the aftermath, as our breaths slowly return to normal, James holdsclose, his lips brushing against my

forehead, his

dominance softened by the tenderness in his touch. The queen approaches, her eyes gleaming with approval.

“You have proven yourselves worthy,” she says, her voice soft. “This alliance is sealed, not just by politics, but by

the

unbreakable bond of passion and trust.”

James and | exchange a glance, our connection deeper than ever. As we leave the queen’s chambers, hand in

hand. But as we walk away, a shadow falls across the queen's face, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. The game

is far from over, and the

true test of our loyalty has yet to come. The suspense hangs heavy in the air, a silent promise of what is to

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