“Je t’aime, mon dragon,” Matthieu breathed behind Geoffrey as he bottomed out inside him. “I love you so much.”
Then there was more weight and a deep sigh from Matthieu. Geoffrey felt the omega twitch inside him with pleasure. It was his favorite position, connected to both of his dragons at once, and Ian indulged him, or rather, both of them, often.
“Oh, Matthieu, Geoff, yes.” Ian grunted as he fucked hard into Matthieu, who in turn slammed into Geoffrey. Large, enormously strong hands gripped Geoffrey’s hips as Ian pulled both men back toward him with greedy intensity. “Mine, mine, mine. My boys, my loves, mine.”
Matthieu came hard, biting Geoffrey’s shoulder as he did. Geoffrey, who hadn’t been told he could come, whined and bit down hard on his lip. When he felt Matthieu pull out of his body, he whimpered, “No, please, stay.”
Instead, the omega flopped down beside Geoffrey and began kissing him deeply while his hand trailed down Geoffrey’s smooth chest and to his leaking cock. He touched his fingers to the slit and Geoffrey couldn’t help but moan.
“Please,” he said again.
Ian smacked Geoffrey hard on the ass. “Don’t come. Not yet. Not until I say. Kitten, you know the rules. Tease our old man, but not too much.Compris?” Then, without waiting for an answer from either man, Ian lapped their omega’s sweet spend from Geoffrey’s still-gaping hole.
Geoffrey kissed Matthieu with all the desperate passion inside him. His face was wet, and he couldn’t tell if it was from sweat or tears. Most likely it was both. Matthieu kissed them away sweetly, but he didn’t stop his torturous fondling of Geoffrey’s cock.
When Ian decided he’d had his fill, he slammed his cock inside Geoffrey, pulling his body up so both stood on their knees. Matthieu traded his hand for his mouth and sucked Geoffrey’s cock.
Unable to help himself, Geoffrey began to sob. “Please, let me, please. I can’t—”
“You can,” Ian insisted. “Just a bit more. I know you can. You’re doing so well. You’re so perfect. Both of you, so perfect.”
Geoffrey screamed.
Ian bit his neck, drawing blood with his sharp dragon’s fangs. He licked the wound clean. “Come for us,” Ian rasped into Geoffrey’s ear, then he bit that, too.
Geoffrey fucked into Matthieu’s mouth as Ian fucked into him, and it was perfect, perfect, perfect.
Far more perfection, he sometimes thought,than I deserve.
But Ian and Matthieu were there—always there—to chase away his doubt as they enfolded him within their love.
Wanted.
Desired.
Needed.
Cherished.
Loved.
In Ian and Matthieu’s arms, Geoffrey found that he had no choice but to believe it.
* * *
Months slipped by swiftly as the eggs matured. They had small, mostly sweet, opinions. They liked the peacocks, especially Lucian, who liked to perch on them for comic effect. They did not like it when Matthieu spent more time studying than napping with them. They enjoyed when Ian put one of them in a nestler and swung it about, far more excited than their two other terrified papas. But most of all, they loved being held close and stroked softly.
Sometimes, when Ian was away overseeing the massive remodeling of the Topaz embassy and Matthieu could no longer stand lying down another second, Geoffrey would take the omega’s place and lie down with the eggs, his shirt removed so they could be against his bare skin. And sometimes, he took the eggs with him into the hoard and changed for them, then curled around his children, his long muzzle against his tail, and he would gently blow rich, warm smoke across their shells.
At one point, Geoffrey had thought that if his secret ever got out, he would be shunned by all of dragon society. Instead, all of dragon society seemed to flock to their door. Over the months, they had several visitors: both close and distant Amethyst relations, Snorre and his menagerie of a family, and even a few of Ian’s brothers. They weren’t happy that he’d mated with an Amethyst, but they seemed strangely complacent that the Amethyst was an alpha. They seemed to dislike Geoffrey himself far less than they disliked Ian’s new name: Brand-Drake.
“Drake-Brand, dude,” one blond dragon bemoaned. “Have some pride, man.”
“Hush,” Ian ordered, and to his surprise, the Topaz dragon did. With Sigric gone, Ian had been using his magic much more and was finding that it came in handy when keeping his brothers in line.
When it came time to move into the new Topaz residence, Ian threw an enormous party and invited dragons from far and wide. Geoffrey had half expected only family to show up, but he’d been surprised in this, too. Everyone wanted to see this curious new union and gaze upon the rare twin egg, made even rarer with its swirls of copper and aubergine.
The party was a success, and Ian found his position as Topaz clan head firmly established by society. No one, as it turned out, had been very fond of Sigric. Even Liu Wei, the Gold clan’s head and Sigric’s closest ally, turned out to be glad of Sigric’s banishment. For years the Topaz head had known of Liu Wei’s alpha lover and had been blackmailing him with it, bleeding the Gold clan of riches for centuries in order to amass enough wealth to take over leadership of the council.
