“J’ai besoin…” Matthieu begged.
“I don’t care what you think you need,” Ian said, his voice low. “You’ll get what I give you. I’m not done playing with you.”
Matthieu sucked in a surprised breath. “If I could, I’d bite you,monsieur dragon enfoiré.”
“Bite our Geoff. Mark him with your perfect, sharp teeth. He’ll like that.”
Geoffrey moaned in agreement, then sighed with pleasure as Ian went back and forth between licking his cock and Matthieu’s slick-drenched hole. Meanwhile, Matthieu kissed Geoffrey, and bit him, and sucked on his pale skin until there were marks that he’d probably never see, considering how fast he healed.
“Merde,” Matthieu cried into Geoffrey’s throat. “Fuck me, please. I need it so bad. I’ll be good,monsieur dragon, I promise. I’ll do anything, just fuck me. Fuck me.Fuck me.I burn. Ithurts.”
Geoffrey’s hips surged upward, trying to placate his mate. Matthieu’s need clanged inside him, demanding to be satisfied, and brought his own need to the point of near torture. He, however, was used to Ian, and being denied until Ian was good and ready. Matthieu, his mate, his love, his treasure, was not.
“Please, love,” Geoffrey pleaded. “He needs it.Weneed it. Please.”
Ian moved back and pulled Matthieu with him. Geoffrey thought he was bringing the omega to the bed, but the fingers of his left hand twined with his own on Matthieu’s ass while Ian’s other hand gripped Geoffrey’s aching cock.
“Take him,” Ian said, positioning Geoffrey at Matthieu’s scorching-hot entrance. “He’s yours.”
Geoffrey surged up while Matthieu sank down. Scalding heat wrapped around Geoffrey’s aching dick and squeezed him tight, and he bucked in deeper yet. Both groaned. It was bliss.
“You’re mine.” Ian stretched out on the gold beside Geoffrey and kissed him while Matthieu rode his cock. Ian tasted, as always, of citrus and sunshine, but now, underneath, was cinnamon and chocolate.Matthieu.
Matthieu rode Geoffrey’s cock hard, only starting to falter as he grew increasingly desperate. “Knot me. Please… you must… knot me!”
Geoffrey came then, in a hot rush of what seemed like endless bursts of cum. As he let go, his knot swelled and locked him inside Matthieu. All the while he clung to Ian and ate at his mouth.
Love you so much, he thought, meaning both of them.
Love you, too, came back at him, along with,je t’aime.
They were mated, all three of them, and it was absolutely perfect.
“Geoff,” Ian said, after Geoffrey had deflated enough to slip from Matthieu’s body, “it’s my turn. Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, and present yourself.”
Geoffrey lifted Matthieu off him with a twinge of regret. He pulled the omega to him for another kiss, then stood on shaky legs and made his way to the bed. He wondered how long he’d have to wait, alone, for them to join him. His dragon roared inside him at the idea of not being able to witness Ian taking Matthieu, but Geoffrey swallowed the dragon’s impatience down into his endless, practiced well of composure, as he always did when Ian tested him. It was harder to do today, though. The taste of both his men was still sharp on his tongue and he wanted more, more, more.
To his surprise, he wasn’t left alone. Matthieu scrambled up behind him.
“I have no idea wheremonsieur dragon autoritairefound this,” he murmured, “but let’s not look the gift horse in the mouth, shall we?” Fingers wet with cool lube circled Geoffrey’s hole. “You are very pretty,beau dragon. So smooth, just like Ian said. And pink. And perfect.”
“Do you want to fuck him?” Ian asked Matthieu.
Matthieu sounded torn. “So much,oui,but I need—”
“Then fuck our sweet old man. I’ll take care of you,mon chaton.”
With a grunt, Matthieu pushed into Geoffrey’s body. The omega was smaller than Ian, but there’d been little prep, so Geoffrey still felt a delicious burn as Matthieu stretched him.
“That’s right,” Ian crooned. “Get him ready for me.”
Matthieu whimpered, but didn’t protest. He gripped Geoffrey’s hips and slammed into him hard.
Geoffrey cried out in stunned pleasure.
Matthieu followed his lead as Geoffrey felt more weight pushed into him—Ian had entered Matthieu, and they shared him between the two of them, one pushing, one pulling, and all moaning in pleasure and satisfaction at their utter unity.
“God,” Ian moaned. “God. I never knew…”
