“Bien.” Matthieu grabbed his shirt from the floor and walked to the door of the room. He willed Geoffrey to rise and follow him, and he could feel when he did. Ian followed behind them both.
“My bed is larger than yours,” Ian said, once they were in the hall.
“As long as it’s larger than Geoffrey’s giraffe bed,” Matthieu said.
“My what?” By unspoken consent, Geoffrey led their procession. He clearly would know the way to Ian’s bed even with his eyes shut. “I beg your pardon.”
Ian snorted. “You must admit. It’s a very long and narrow bed, darling.”
Matthieu felt the pulse of joy within Geoffrey at the endearment. He didn’t show it, though. He merely grunted and kept walking.
Once inside the bedchamber, Matthieu sensed a change. The tension from their earlier discussion melted away once they stepped through the doorway, and Geoffrey, who’d been so stiff and severe since arriving, appeared to come undone. A thrilling pulse of arousal washed through the mate bond they shared, then inexplicably doubled in intensity.
A second later, as if the feeling within Matthieu had triggered it, Ian spoke. “Strip, old man, and spread yourself on the bed. I need a word with our omega.”
The thrill of hearing Ian use “our” raced through Matthieu’s veins, but he didn’t know if it was his heart turning over, or Geoffrey’s. In the end, he supposed it didn’t matter.
“I will tolerate much from you, Mattie, on the other side of that door. In here, I am in charge. Do you understand?”
“Peut-être. I think so. And it’s Matthieu.”
“Maybe isn’t good enough, Matthieu. This is what you asked for, and this is what I have to give you.”
There was more worry from Geoffrey, lying obediently on the very large bed. Matthieu glanced over and saw that the dragon’s erection had somewhat wilted.
“Bien,” he said firmly, making himself mean it. “What do you wish of me, a humble omega,Monseigneur?” Matthieu bent, removed his shoes and socks, then pushed his slacks down so they pooled around his bare feet. “Would you like me also to lie on the bed? Or would you like me to kneel? I am at your disposal.”
Ian hummed. “My disposal, you say. How very accommodating. Old man, get on your hands and knees.” Geoffrey scrambled to obey with indecent haste. While he did, Ian drew Matthieu with him to the bed. “Look at him. Cock hard and dripping onto my sheets. Body pliant and so very obedient. He yearns to yield. Can you feel that?”
“Oui,” Matthieu breathed. The sweet notes of Geoffrey’s submission sang in their bond, and Matthieu knew at once that this was what he wanted. Geoffrey, who remained ever in control in the public eye, was plucked apart stitch by stitch when behind closed doors with Ian. Seeing him come undone was every bit as beautiful as feeling it, and it made Matthieu crave something similar.
Trust.
Trust in his two dragons to do right by him, and to know his desires well enough that he, too, could be set free.
“I can,” Matthieu murmured, concluding his statement. “He wants this so very badly.”
“And you?”
A frisson of excitement possessed Matthieu, and he looked into Ian’s eyes, knowing the truth in his heart. “I do, too.”
Ian gave him a narrow, warning look, then went on. “You were a virgin until just a few days past, but no innocent. Am I correct?”
“Oui.” There was not a sexual act that Matthieu was unaware of or hadn't practiced what seemed like a million times over. He had the Pedigree to thank for that. What he wasn’t familiar with was sharing those acts with two men, but he was a fast learner, and he found himself desperate to please.
Following Ian’s word would be no hardship, and so as Ian commanded, Matthieu would perform.
“Good. Get on the bed and do as I bid. Excellent. Move behind Geoffrey. Yes. Like that. Now, look at his ass, so much nicer and rounder than you’d ever guess in those severe suits he always wears. Spread his cheeks apart.”
Heat rushed into Matthieu’s face, and he hesitated for just a moment before doing as he was told. Geoffrey’s skin was slightly cold, but it warmed beneath Matthieu’s touch like the only thing it had needed to truly come to life was affection.
“Wider.”
Heart racing, Matthieu obeyed and spread Geoffrey wide. Geoffrey, lost to pleasure, pushed his head into the sheets and mewled.
“Yes,” Ian uttered. He crouched beside Matthieu and pushed a hot kiss to Matthieu’s shoulder. “Look how perfect he is. How smooth. As flawless as an omega, and every bit as lovely. For years, he’s been mine, Matthieu, but now he’s ours, and I’m going to let you taste him.”
A flutter of excitement gripped Matthieu’s heart, both his own, and Geoffrey’s. The Pedigree had taught Matthieu about oral sex, of course, but Matthieu had been instructed that he would be the one on his knees, pleasuring his dragon lord, and that it would be his asshole licked and lavished by his lover.
