“Don’t move,” he warned when Eduard began to slide back toward him.
He bent over Eduard’s back, his fingers dipping into his body even as he whispered into his mate’s ear. “You belong to us, to me. I’m going to remind you of that, Eduard. Remind you that you cannot sacrifice yourself. Where would we be without you?”
Instead of allowing Eduard to reply, he shoved two thick fingers deep inside his hole. Eduard’s breath caught, and he cried out at the intrusion.
“Say it, Eduard. Who do you belong to?”
He added a third, stretching him wide and barely giving him time to adjust.
“Sawyer,” Eduard gasped. “You and Sawyer and Andvari and Henry.”
“That’s right,” Draco said. He added a fourth finger, twisting them deep as Eduard lay compliant and willing on the desk before him. “Mates first. Always.”
“Mates first,” Eduard replied.
“Good boy,” Draco purred. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, thrusting forward in one swift motion that drew another pleasure-filled cry from his griffin. He pounded him hard, not giving him a chance to recover from a thrust before another replaced it. He wanted Eduard to feel him for days, to know that he was loved and needed. No more of this sacrificial guilty conscience nonsense.
Draco powered forward again, holding Eduard’s hips tightly in his grip. He changed his angle slightly, knew exactly where to aim his next dozen powerful thrusts to make Eduard scream his pleasure. He didn’t even have to touch his cock. He knew Eduard’s body, knew how to give him the type of pleasure he preferred.
Eduard’s hole tightened around him even as he began to cry out his release. Draco pounded him through it, demanding more and more as he reached the crest of his own release then gifted it to his mate with a roar, filling Eduard’s ass with his spend, his dragon thumping its chest in victory.
Yes, Eduard was theirs and he wouldn’t be allowed to forget it again. Draco pulled out of his body, watching as his come dripped down Eduard’s legs. Eduard’s eyes were closed, his mouth curled into a pleasure-filled grin. Draco rolled him over and scooped him up in one powerful movement, ignoring the mess he made as he walked back toward the other side of the house.
Eduard wisely didn’t protest. He simply lowered his head onto Draco’s shoulder, as Draco returned them to their other mates, where they were supposed to be.
Sawyer
Wind tickled Sawyer’s cheeks and blew his hair around. His feet were killing him, shooting stabbing pains up his calves. He opened his eyes and his breath caught in his chest. Panic nearly crippled him and he dropped to his knees in the sand. “No. No. Not again.”
He looked around frantically, trying to figure out a plan to escape when he saw her. When their eyes met, his breath caught in a hitching sob, and he lowered his head as his mind processed where he actually was. A second later, she was beside him, kneeling in the sand and her soft hand touched his back.
“Oh, dear boy. I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry for what has happened.”
“Mother,” Sawyer said. He pushed out another breath, his heart still pounding in his chest.
She touched his head and a trickle of warmth flowed through him, easing the ache and freeing him from his terror.
“Better?”
Sawyer nodded then reached out to touch her. She allowed it, even though Sawyer knew it wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had. Power flowed through him, his body acting as a conduit for her energy for a brief second before he pulled away, reassured once more that she was real.
“Thank you.”
“Come, we have much to discuss.”
Sawyer climbed to his feet, wincing as the sand forced his feet to bend and put pressure on his bruises. Mother tutted at him as she reached out her hand again. Sawyer took it and her magic flowed once more.
“Concentrate, Sawyer. Think of healing and easing your pain.”
He did as she asked and the pain began to ease. “That’s better.”
She pulled her hand away once more, and they began to walk together along the beach. His feet still ached, but it wasn’t that bone deep hurt that made it hard for him to stand. “Things are moving quickly. The landscape is changing, and the threads of fate are being rewoven constantly.”
“There’s a lot going on,” Sawyer confirmed. “I think— well, it doesn’t matter what I think I guess.”
“No, dear boy, it matters greatly. Tell me.”
“I’ve done nothing but think the past few days. It’s hard to do anything else when you’re flat on your back, you know?”
