“Yes.” Geoffrey’s voice was paper-thin and curled at the edges with pleasure. When he sounded like that, it was easy to remember why Ian would move heaven and earth to see him smile—the cadence of Geoffrey’s voice alone filled Ian with a kind of joy no one else could inspire.
Like Matthieu had minutes before, Ian traced Geoffrey’s cheeks, then parted them. His hole, usually tightly puckered, was teased open. A trail of thick, cloudy cum leaked from within. Upon seeing it, Ian collected it on his fingertip, then pushed it slowly back where it belonged. Geoffrey made a small, contented noise and buried his face in the pillows. Matthieu, whose cheeks had gone bright red, kissed his cheek.
“You’re very good, you know,” Matthieu praised, seeming to play off Ian and Geoffrey’s sexual dynamic. Ian inserted a second finger, coaxing another sound of delight from Geoffrey. “You took me so well, and now you will take him, too. I know you will give him pleasure. You were born to belong to us, were you not?”
If the noises Geoffrey had made before were paper, the noise he made now was like sleek, stiff plastic. It was crisp and sharp, rigid, yet flexible. Unlike the soft, kittenish moans he’d made before, this one was bold, not helpless like his earlier screams of pleasure. This was a Geoffrey that was confident in his pleasure.
“Born to serve us,” Ian added, locking eyes with Matthieu as he leaned in to speak the words against the ridge of Geoffrey’s ear. The docile quality he’d once seen in Matthieu’s eyes was gone—fire had ignited there instead, borne from lust that resonated in Ian’s bones. He may not have shared a bond with the omega in his bed, but an unspoken understanding connected them regardless.
Ravish, delight, commit.
They would bring Geoffrey to orgasm together.
It occurred to Matthieu that rather than Geoffrey being born to serve them, it was the other way around. It felt like he and Ian had been created to bring ecstasy to the beautiful dragon between them.
“Do you like the idea of it, old man?” Ian curled his fingers in search of Geoffrey’s prostate. It didn’t take him long to find. With a sharp gasp, Geoffrey pushed his ass upward, fully presenting himself to Ian. He whimpered with delight. “Do you crave us inside of you? Pleasuring you? Giving you everything we have?”
The fire in Matthieu’s eyes sparked. Carefully, he tilted his head so that he could pull Geoffrey’s earlobe between his lips while Ian raked his teeth along the edge of his ear. “How long will it be until both of us are inside of you at the same time?” Matthieu asked, dark delight strengthening his voice. His gaze bore into Ian’s. “How long will it be until you’re moaning for both of us?”
“How long until we’re all you want?” Ian continued, taking over from Matthieu seamlessly. “Until we’re all you can think about? Until you can’t function unless we’ve made you come?”
A string of noises came from Geoffrey—senseless babbling that spoke of exquisite delight. It did Ian’s soul good to hear it.
“We’re going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” Ian promised. He withdrew his fingers, then lined his cock up with Geoffrey’s entrance. As wet as he was from Matthieu, no additional lube would be necessary. “Then, when you’ve had your fill, we’re going to give you everything you never knew you needed.”
Before Geoffrey had a chance to react, Ian pushed into him. Although Matthieu’s cock had stretched him open, Geoffrey was still tight, and Ian had to clench his jaw to keep himself from moaning. Between the lube Matthieu had worked into Geoffrey’s body and the cum Matthieu had filled his ass with, he was wetter and warmer than he’d ever been before. Ian struggled to hold back his orgasm.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, dragon.” Matthieu maintained eye contact with Ian until the moment he nosed his way beneath Geoffrey’s jaw to place kiss after scorching kiss. Ian noticed a flash of white teeth as Matthieu tugged at Geoffrey’s skin, causing Geoffrey to gasp and tremble. “I wish you could see how you look, stuffed full of cock. You like it when he’s inside of you, don’t you, you filthy libertine? You want to be our dirty little secret—the plaything we shareentre nous.”
Geoffrey gasped, sucking air into his lungs like he’d spent the last two minutes trapped under water. Ian wasn’t much better off, although he refrained from making a noise. Omegas from the Pedigree were raised to be meek and obedient playthings—sexual in nature, yes, but docile and sophisticated in their seduction, and certainly always submissive. Matthieu was no such thing. He’d picked up on Geoffrey’s wants and needs either through observation of his interactions with Ian, or through the mate bond—perhaps both—and delivered on them. More than that, heenjoyedthe role he’d fallen into. Eyes like his didn’t lie, and neither did the rising instinct in Ian’s gut that promised Matthieu was satisfied.
“Take his cock,” Matthieu ordered. He looked up from Geoffrey’s neck, glancing at Ian in a way that was both provocative and goading. “Clench it. Ride it. Let itownyou.”
Geoffrey cried out and pushed onto Ian, and Ian, helpless to do anything else, grabbed him by the hips and pounded him against Matthieu.
“He’s going to come inside of you.” Matthieu nipped Geoffrey’s shoulder, then lifted his chin and caught Ian in a sudden, scorching kiss. It only lasted for a moment, but it threatened to send Ian over the edge. Matthieu may have been bonded to Geoffrey, but if Ian didn’t know better, he would have sworn that Matthieu understood his heart just as deeply. The small, beautiful boy tapped into the same sexual energy that Ian fed from, and he wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. “He’s going to finish what I started and fill you so full, you’ll feel it for days.”
Geoffrey quivered, then screamed into the pillows and shoved his ass into Ian’s groin. Ian, who frantically thrust into him, bit the back of Geoffrey’s neck and dug his fingers into Geoffrey’s hips, holding him firmly in place. As Geoffrey’s walls clamped down and his body pulsed with release, Ian’s balls clenched, and he let go.
“Take it.” Ian’s knot expanded, locking him to Geoffrey as he filled him with spurt after spurt of hot cum. “Take it all, Geoff. All of it.”
Geoffrey’s shoulders slumped. With a contented sigh, he slouched onto the bed, covering Matthieu. Ian, locked to him, gathered his boneless lover in his arms and rolled them over so Matthieu wouldn’t risk being caught beneath their weight. Once he’d found a comfortable position for both of them, he wrapped an arm around Geoffrey, then reached out farther and drew Matthieu to Geoffrey’s chest, holding them both.
“Have you come to your senses now?” Matthieu asked, looking levelly at Ian. “We are in this together. You will not abandonmonsieur dragon grincheuxany more than you will abandon me.”
It was an order, and yet Ian’s heart filled to bursting as if Matthieu had professed his love. Accompanying that sensation came a feeling, very much like tentative fingers brushing over something desired, but forbidden. Ian closed his eyes and explored the newfound affection, wondered at it, and was soothed by it. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before. “I won’t abandon you. Either of you.”
“Good.” Matthieu cuddled closer to Geoffrey’s chest, then draped his arm over both of their hips. Geoffrey, seemingly overcome by the attention he’d just received, hummed in appreciation. “Then I believe we should gather our wits and prepare forune conversation désagréable.That was the purpose of tonight, was it not? To discuss how we will explain that I am mated to the wrong dragon without starting a war?”
“Yes.” In the darkness behind Ian’s eyelids, nothing seemed so bad. The strange feeling within him strengthened, then mellowed, leaving him with a pleasant feeling not unlike a hug. “But… I get the feeling that it won’t be as unpleasant as you think.”
“It won’t be,” Geoffrey said softly. He stretched in Ian’s arms like a cat, then pressed back against him and yawned. “Because I’ve had an idea, and while it won’t necessarily lead us to a final solution, I’m of the opinion that it will be a decent place to start.”
16
Geoffrey
It wasn’t something he and Ian ever discussed, but Geoffrey loved being held—cuddled, in Ian’s parlance—after sex. He wasn’t, in other circumstances, much of a toucher. Ian often joked that sex between them was necessary in order to fuck Geoffrey into a state of acceptable clinginess.
