More. More. I needmore.
“Ian,” Geoffrey gasped. “More. Harder.”
Ian was happy to oblige.
As Ian established a rhythm, and Geoffrey learned how best to push into Matthieu’s body, Matthieu guided Geoffrey’s lips back to his own and kissed him deeply, no longer willing to wait for what he wanted. Pleasure built in his balls until it felt like they would burst, but he refused to come. He couldn’t. Not yet. If he came too soon, the need harbored in his gut would ebb away, and he’d be left bored and irritated as his dragons pleasured themselves. Matthieu didn’t want this to turn bad—not now. Not ever.
“I feel you clenching,” Ian uttered. The words sank through Matthieu, and he gasped and broke the kiss, heart thudding like the feet of a startled rabbit trying to bolt. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Going to knot his sweet little ass and pump your dirty fucking cum into him.”
Ian was speaking to Geoffrey, but Matthieu couldn’t help but feel like what he said was meant for him, too—that Ian knew he was about to come, and was coaxing him toward the edge.
“Yes,” Geoffrey panted. “Y-Yes!”
“Not yet.” Ian released Matthieu’s hips and the mattress shifted. Geoffrey gasped, then shivered again. Ian must have pulled out. “Roll over so you’re beneath him and he’s on top. I want inside, too. I wanna feel you knot him… and then I want to knot him, too.”
The sensible part of Matthieu recoiled at the idea of taking two knots, but when Geoffrey collected him in his arms and rolled them over, putting Matthieu on top, Matthieu took what little sense he had left, shoved it in a trunk, wrapped it three times over with chain, and drowned it in the ocean of desire that now spanned from his balls all the way to his brain. Taking two knots wasn’t just a good idea, it was thebestidea, and he would see it through.
He would have it all.
Lost to his need, Matthieu worked his hips, riding Geoffrey’s cock while Geoffrey panted and made small, delighted moans that confirmed Matthieu was doing a good job. As he rode, Ian placed a hand on his hip and slotted into place behind him. It wasn’t long before Matthieu felt the head of his cock brush against the perimeter of his hole, tracing along where he and Geoffrey were joined.
“I’m going to push inside of you,” Ian told him, speaking in soft syllables against the back of Matthieu’s ear. “I’m going to fill you impossibly full. Can you take it? Two huge, throbbing knots?”
Matthieu whimpered, equal measures desperate and impatient, which made Ian laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ian said, then pushed inside.
From that point onward, everything seemed to happen in a way that defied time—too fast and too slow, too brief and too long. There was pain, but it lasted for so short a time that Matthieu was barely able to register it. Pleasure exploded inside of him in its place, and Matthieu howled to let it out, unable to hold it all to himself.
Geoffrey gasped. Ian moaned and pushed inward, and all of a sudden, the pleasure washing through Matthieu sharpened as tremendous pressure built inside of him.
Geoffrey had started to knot, and as he did, hot spurts of cum drenched Matthieu from the inside.
“Oh,” Matthieu gasped, his voice so thin the word barely registered. “Ça tue. Ça tue!”
“Prends ma bite,” Ian uttered, his voice dark and husky, his message clear—take my cock.Matthieu cried out again, unable to help himself. “Prends mon nœud.”
Take my knot.
More pressure. More debilitating, wonderful pressure. More hot, flooding cum.
Matthieu dropped his head and let go, unable to hold back any longer. Two knots had stretched him tighter than he ever could have imagined possible, and he’d loved every second of it.
“You were so good,” Ian praised, slipping his arms loosely around Matthieu’s waist while he worked with Geoffrey to guide himself and Matthieu down onto the bed. With both knots lodged in Matthieu’s ass, it was a delicate procedure and required quite a bit of finesse. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
“Je vous en prie,” Matthieu murmured back in appreciation, much more grateful for the cloud-like bed than he’d been a short fifteen minutes ago. His orgasm had exhausted him, but sharing in Geoffrey and Ian’s had worn him ragged. “That was… better than I thought it would be.”
Much better. In fact, Matthieu could barely remember a time he’d felt so good.
He closed his eyes and let the aftermath of orgasm wash through him, glowing both from the attention he’d received, and the way his body felt stretched to its breaking point by the knots in his ass. Matthieu hadn’t given up his dream of freedom, but if the next year would prove anything like the last fifteen minutes of his life, temporarily being a dragon’s plaything wouldn’t be all that bad.
7
Geoffrey
It wasn’t the first time Geoffrey had stolen away from bed while Ian still lay within it. It was, however, the first time he’d left while Ian hadn’t been alone. Longing and regret stabbed through him, and the man on the bed that was the cause for his concern stirred.
“Arrête-toi.” The omega’s voice was sleepy, yet still full of command.
