“Which means,” said the bossy dragon, stepping forward to stand beside his lover, “that, as you need to be actively bred as per the terms of the experiment, we will share you.”
Matthieu’s lips parted, but only slightly. Stunned, he pushed them back together and sat up a little straighter, no longer particularly interested in how he held himself. “Oh.”
He hadn’t really expected them to agree to his plan, no matter that it was the only solution to their dilemma. Now that it seemed they would agree, he wasn’t quite sure how to react.
“So…” Geoffrey lifted his chin, then undid the top button of his shirt. Matthieu resisted the urge to stare. “We will be joining you.”
“Right.” Matthieu cleared his throat, then lifted his chin, too, determined not to be undone. It had occurred to him, while watching Geoffrey undo the glossy, pearl-colored button from its fastening, that while he’d been instructed thoroughly in the ways of sex, he’d never had it done to him before. Perhaps it had been a little overzealous of him to invite not one, but two dragons to bed.
Perhaps.
And yet, despite the circumstance, what he regretted the most was not having had time to pick out his wedgie before being beset upon by two dicks.
Geoffrey undid the next button of his shirt, then the next. Gradually, a V of soft-looking, pale skin was revealed. Two buttons remained before he suddenly stopped, freezing in place. Ian had come up behind him, and his hands found their way over Geoffrey’s sides, trailing along the soft cotton of his shirt until they arrived at the buttons yet to be liberated from their fastenings. Ian, who looked over Geoffrey’s shoulder, made eye contact with Matthieu, held his gaze for a prolonged moment, then tilted his head and kissed Geoffrey’s neck as he finished unbuttoning Geoffrey’s shirt.
Matthieu’s cock twitched, and he pushed his lips a little more tightly together. Why the hell was this so hot?
When the shirt was completely undone, Ian lowered it, and the jacket over it, down Geoffrey’s shoulders. Both garments fell to the ground. Geoffrey’s chest was smooth and hairless, like Matthieu had imagined most dragon chests would be, but unlike what Matthieu had imagined, Geoffrey was slender to the point of fragility. Without his suit coat to buff his build, he had a body more reminiscent of a classically beautiful omega than a fearsome alpha dragon. Still, somehow, there was power in him—from the pride he carried in his shoulders to the utter perfection of his complexion, Geoffrey apologized for nothing.
When paired with Ian, who was still slender, but of a sturdier build, Matthieu could see why—Geoffrey was gorgeous in a way that would have made most Pedigree omegas self-conscious, but possessed strength no omega would ever possess.
It was no wonder Ian was in love with him—Geoffrey was divine.
And Ian?
Matthieu’s gaze flicked to the man who goaded Geoffrey from behind. If Geoffrey was divine, then Ian was the devil—wickedly handsome and mischievous; the kind of man who could convince an angel to fall.
“Do you see how he looks at you?” Ian whispered against the back of Geoffrey’s ear, letting the flats of his front teeth graze Geoffrey’s skin. “How he wants you?”
Arousal throbbed through Matthieu, tightening his balls and twitching in his cock. The dragons had a dynamic he hadn’t expected, but that he found intoxicating. What would it be like if Ian would tell him what to do? If he would whisper dirty things into Matthieu’s ear?
Matthieu’s heart throbbed, and he realized his arms, which supported his weight as he sat up in bed, had begun to tremble.
What kinds of depraved things could he do to a beautiful man like Geoffrey if he was told to? How deep did his dragons’ perversions run?
More than ever, he wished he could ditch his uncomfortable thong. With his cock straining the front panel, it was far too tight.
For all the lessons he’d been taught and all the preparation he’d been given in anticipation of this moment, he’d never been warned that dragons could be kinky.
Fuck.
If Superintendent Durand were to witness what was about to happen in this bedroom, lessons would never be the same.
Ian’s fingers toyed with Geoffrey’s belt, tugging the tongue from the buckle, then playing with the button once hidden beneath. All the while, Matthieu watched silently, too stunned to do anything else. Geoffrey’s eyes had taken on a sheen, almost as if Ian had flipped a switch inside of him that had shut down his stuffy professionalism and replaced it with unbridled desire. When, at last, Ian opened Geoffrey’s fly and guided his pants down his narrow legs, Matthieu was not surprised to see that Geoffrey was hard.
Ian, without missing a beat, slid his hand under the elastic of Geoffrey’s boxer-briefs and began to stroke him, watching Matthieu all the while.
“He’s ready for you,” Ian said. The statement was simple, but it resonated in Matthieu like nothing else had before. Did Ian know that he wanted this? That he was enjoying it as more than an unfortunate necessity? Matthieu swallowed, but found himself stunned to silence.
There was so much he wanted to say, but every new idea died, unspoken, in his mind, and was usurped by a prevailing thought:I’m ready for him—for both of you.
Like magic, Geoffrey made eye contact, and he spoke the words Matthieu’s tongue was too tied to say. “No. He’s ready forus.”
Matthieu bit his lip. Stupid dragons. Stupid dragons and their stupid…words.If he hadn’t been so well-trained, he might have lost his composure and started to squirm, but Matthieu knew better than that, and he refused to let Geoffrey and Ian see what they were doing to him.
“Take off your briefs and get on the bed, beloved,” Ian instructed. He kissed the space behind Geoffrey’s ear, then parted his hand from Geoffrey’s body and took a small step back. Geoffrey obeyed, lowering his briefs to reveal the cock beneath. Matthieu had never seen a cock in person before, apart from his own, but he was under the impression that Geoffrey’s was large. How big would his knot be? A small voice in Matthieu’s head replied,more than big enough to satisfy you.
While Ian watched, Geoffrey crawled across the bed, straddling Matthieu’s legs. His thick erection bobbed with each new movement, coming to a stop only once it was within inches of Matthieu’s own. Apprehension—or another, more complex emotion very close to it—seized in Matthieu’s chest, and he looked up into Geoffrey’s dark eyes while doing his best to look unaffected. He’d never noticed before how plush and delightfully pink Geoffrey’s lips were, or how kissable they looked. Were they allowed to kiss? Matthieu wasn’t sure. Nothing about this was as simple as any of his instructors had promised it would be, and yet, as anxious as it made him, he’d never been more excited in his life.
