Hidden Flame: Bound to the Triplet Dragon Kings

**Avery**
After we landed, we ventured to the boundary, their earlier joy replaced by a heavy silence. I step forward, and the
boundary parts effortlessly, as if it had been waiting for me. James, no doubt, had anticipated their arrival, his commands
to his people clear: welcome Avery and her companions with open arms. I quickly linked to James to confirm if he briefed
his people. He told me that he had. Yet, despite his orders, I can’t help but notice the way the women’s eyes linger on
Cassius, Clint, and Conner, their gazes hungry and unapologetic. A spark of jealousy ignites within me, my magic flaring
wildly, unpredictable and raw, as if it has a mind of its own.
As we approach the palace, a butler greets us, his movements graceful, his appearance unapologetically feminine. Jace,
the butler, and Draven lock eyes, an unspoken tension passing between them. I stifle a giggle, realizing my connection to
James has inadvertently led Draven to his fated mate. I could offer Draven a dragon if he accepts this unexpected bond.
James welcomes them with warmth, but I feel out of place, my nerves prickling under the weight of so many unfamiliar
eyes. James senses my unease and pulls me aside, his words soothing my frayed edges.
Nervously, I reveal my Christmas gift to him—myself, my bond, my everything. James’s response is immediate and fierce,
a decade of longing unleashed in a torrent of raw, unbridled passion. We move through the palace like a storm, our
desire consuming every room. James takes me hard and hungry, his hands gripping me like I am the only anchor in a sea
of chaos.
In the grand hall, the soft rugs muffle our moans as James presses me against the wall, his lips devouring mine. His hands
roam over my body, tracing the curves of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the swell of my hips. I arch into him, my
hands tangling in his hair, as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He thrusts into me with a primal growl, our
bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. The air is thick with the scent of our desire, their breaths coming in ragged

gasps.

In the library, the scent of old books mingles with our sweat. James lays me on a large oak table, my hair spreading
across the polished wood like a halo. He kneels between her legs, his eyes dark with hunger, and teases her with his
tongue, his fingers, driving her wild with need. I cry out, my magic sparking around us, as he enters me again, his movements
deliberate and deep. The sound of our bodies meeting is obscene, a symphony of flesh and desire, as he
whispers filthy promises in my ear, his voice hoarse with need.
In the gardens, the cold night air only fuels our heat. James pins me against a stone fountain, the water spilling over them
as he takes me from behind, his hands gripping my hips brutally. I moan, my head thrown back, my hair cascading down
my back, as he pounds into me with relentless force. The sound of our passion echoes through the garden, a raw, primal
display of their connection. His mouth finds the sensitive spot on my neck, biting and sucking, marking me as his, as I
cum apart in his arms, my cries mingling with the night.
But our passion is not confined to solitude. In the grand hall, as the group gathers for a feast, I feel James’s eyes on me,
his dominance radiating across the room. I shift in my seat, aware of his gaze on me, and subtly parts my legs, granting
him a view of my bare pussy. His eyes darken, his control slipping, as he stands abruptly, his voice commanding me to
follow him. I comply, my heart racing, as we retreat to a nearby chamber, the door barely closing before he has me
pressed against it, his lips crushing mine.
Enjoying the book? Don’t forget to visit 헻횘푣혦핃5s.com for the full experience. You won’t find the next chapter anywhere
else. Happy reading!
The feast continues outside, the laughter and chatter of the group a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds coming
from within. James lifts me, my legs wrapping around him, as he fucks me against the door, his thrusts urgent and deep. I moan
loudly, my hands gripping his shoulders, my head thrown back in abandon, as he fills me, his breath hot against my

ear. The power dynamics between us are clear, his dominance absolute, as he claims me with a ferocity that leaves me
breathless.
Later, in the gardens, under the cover of night, I find myself on my knees, my mouth wrapped around James’s thick cock,
the group’s laughter carrying on the breeze. I look up at him through my lashes, my lips slick with his pre-cum, as I take

him deep, my hands cupping his balls. He groans, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me, as I suck him with eager
devotion. The sound of our pleasure is a stark contrast to the innocent night, a secret shared between us, as I worship
him with my mouth, my magic sparking around them.
But the night is far from over. In a secluded chamber, I lie on a plush rug, my body glistening with sweat, as James enters me
from behind, his hands gripping my hips. Cassius and Clint watch from the shadows, their eyes hungry, their cocks
hard, as they stroke themselves, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Conner joins them, his eyes locked on me, his
dragon magic humming in the air, as he steps forward, his lips brushing James’s ear, his voice a whisper. “Let us join you.”
Enjoying the book? Don’t forget to visit 헻횘푣혦핃5s.com for the full experience. You won’t find the next chapter anywhere
else. Happy reading!
James growls, his possessiveness flaring, but my eyes meet his, my plea silent but clear. He hesitates, his control wavering,
as Cassius and Clint step forward, their hands roaming over my body, their lips trailing kisses along my skin. Conner
kneels before me, his mouth finding my neglected pussy, his tongue teasing my clit, as James watches, his cock
throbbing with need. The air is electric, charged with their desire, as I moan, my body arching, my magic spiraling out of
control.
Cassius and Clint take turns thrusting into me, their cocks filling me, their hands gripping my hips, as James watches, his
dragon roaring to the surface. He shifts partially, his green scales shimmering, his eyes glowing silver, as he joins them,

his cock sliding into my waiting mouth. I gag, my eyes watering, as he fucks my face, his hands gripping my hair, his
growls filling the room. The scene is a chaotic mess of bodies, a tangle of limbs and moans, as my magic explodes, the
room shaking with its force.
In the aftermath, as we lie in a heap, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, I feel a sense of completion, my bond with
James stronger than ever. But as I look around, I realize this is just the beginning. The group’s dynamics have shifted, our
connections deepened, and the night is still young. The palace, with its grand halls and secret chambers, has become a
playground for our desires, a testament to our unapologetically raw and unfiltered love.
As James pulls me into his arms, his lips brushing my forehead, I know the boundaries have been pushed, the lines
blurred, and the night holds endless possibilities. The group’s laughter carries on the breeze, a promise of more to come,
as I surrender to the chaos, my heart full, my body sated, and my magic humming with anticipation. Now it was our
dragon’s turn to get to know each other, and so Typhon could claim and mark Regina. We sat in a circle around our
dragons, they began the mating ritual.