Andvari squeezed his hands slightly, forcing Sawyer to meet his gaze. “If you hadn’t suggested it, I was going anyway. I’d felt something out there before and was tired of waiting and wondering. Imagine what would have happened if we weren’t in the air, if you hadn’t suggested we go up with Draco.”
Sawyer didn’t want to think about it, that inky blackness covering Andvari without them there to help. He couldn’t bear it.
“Exactly,” Andvari whispered. “You saved me in more ways than one. We messed up, but we also got clues. I glanced at your notes. You did good work. We’re going to figure out who sent them and then—”
“They’re going to burn,” Draco said. His voice was a rough grumble, heated with the anger of the dragon inside.
Draco leaned closer and nuzzled his face into Andvari’s neck.
Henry wiggled closer, turning Sawyer’s face to him. “I made the air move. Did you see me?”
Sawyer nodded.
“I didn’t know I could do that. I mean, I’ve done it a little before, just to annoy my sisters and mess up their hair, but never… I didn’t know I was that strong. Sawyer… I helped save you and the magic… I didn’t know I could do that. But you… I’ll keep learning, right beside you. We’ll study and learn and figure this out, okay? We both have a lot to figure out, but just you being here… I can do this. I know I can now. You helped me see.”
Henry leaned in and pressed his lips to Sawyer’s, a sweet kiss that quickly grew heated. Henry backed off and grinned wickedly down at Sawyer. “Besides, I’d never have these mountains of man meat to devour if you hadn’t come. Heh. Come. See what I did there?”
Sawyer laughed and pulled Henry down again. They kissed deeply, their tongues tangling. Andvari moved to the side and Henry slipped into his place on top of Sawyer, straddling his hips and thrusting their hardened cocks together.
“Oh, now that’s a very pretty sight,” Draco purred.
Henry pulled back from Sawer and sat up, his hands pressed against Sawyer’s chest. He bit his lip, staring down at Sawyer in a way he’d never been looked at before. “I want you in me,” Henry said. “Please, Sawyer.”
He really didn’t need to beg. Sawyer turned to Eduard, who’d already rolled over to reach for the oil that had taken up permanent residence on the bedside table. He sat up, then pulled Henry in for a quick kiss. “I’ll get him ready. You distract him.”
“I’d love to.” Sawyer grinned and reached for Henry, guiding him back down. Henry braced his arms on either side of Sawyer’s head, gazing down at him with such… love. Hope. Happiness. It filled an empty space in Sawyer he hadn’t known existed. He found himself returning the expression, hoping Henry understood. Henry’s answering smile, beaming and bright, told him that he did.
Henry’s focus shifted and his mouth fell open on a gasp. Sawyer moved his attention to Eduard, who met Sawyer’s gaze with an arched brow and a grin. Yeah, Sawyer knew exactly what those wicked fingers were capable of and exactly what they were currently doing to Henry.
He heard another sexy noise from beside him and turned to see Andvari gasping, his head rolled back against Draco’s shoulder. Draco’s hand was busy behind him, his fingers just as magical as Eduard’s. Sawyer could imagine exactly what was causing that face and knew it only got better from there.
Henry rose up and gave Eduard quick access to Sawyer’s cock. He slicked it up, then held it in place as Henry began to lower himself onto Sawyer. Their eyes met, each of them unable to look away as Henry pushed down and Sawyer slipped inside his hole. “Fuck,” Henry groaned. “You feel so damn good, Sawyer.”
Sawyer lost the ability to speak. Eduard’s fingers massaged his hole as Henry rode him hard and fast. Andvari had leaned down to tease at his nipple, biting and sucking even as Draco plowed into him from behind. The sensations were overwhelming. His body crested reaching for release, almost there when Draco grabbed his chin and turned his head.
“Not yet,” he growled.
Sawyer shivered.
Henry moved from his position on top of Sawyer, pulled into Eduard’s waiting arms. Draco crawled between Sawyer’s legs, lifting them to his shoulders. He sought Sawyer’s gaze, waiting for his approval even as his cock nudged at Sawyer’s entrance.
“Yeah,” Sawyer gasped. “Please, Draco.”
Henry cried out beside him, his hand clenching at Sawyer’s. Eduard had slipped inside Henry after spreading him out on top of Andvari. It was so incredibly hot, the three of them writhing together, Henry held securely between them as they took him apart. They’d caught both Draco and Sawyer’s attention and Draco had stilled inside him, both of them watching the amazing scene taking place beside them.
“So fucking hot,” Draco purred. He turned his attention back to Sawyer and leaned down close. “I wouldn’t have this if it weren’t for you. My Sawyer. Mine. Forever.”
“Yeah,” Sawyer promised. “I am.”
Draco began to thrust inside him, even as their other three mates began to cry out as they came. Draco fucked him through it, his eyes boring into Sawyer’s soul, locking them together with their bodies, but in every other way as well. Sawyer had never known sex would be like this, so much more than just physical pleasure. He squeezed Henry’s hand tighter, the other gripping Draco’s arm and holding on. He’d never felt so connected to anyone else, had never imagined his life would be spent with these glorious creatures beside him.
“Drake!” He couldn’t hold back any more. His release soared through him and Draco held him safely as he shuddered and came. The ache of fear inside him eased. Draco eased out of his body and curled around him. Henry joined him on the other side, cuddling into his favorite position with Sawyer as his body pillow. Eduard and Andvari laid close as well with Eduard’s hand on his stomach and Andvari reaching over them to rest his hand in Sawyer’s hair.
He sighed, finally letting the last of the exhaustion he’d been holding at bay leave.
Andvari
Andvari poured his focus into his movements, his form gliding in time with his breaths. Breathe in, prepare. Breath out, move. Repeat. The mid-air battle played in his mind until the final strike of the bullet-like beak slammed into his chest. If he’d not adjusted at the last possible second, had not had such utter control of his body, he would be dead. The bird has missed his heart by mere millimeters. There were some wounds even vampires as old and strong as he was that could not be healed. As it was, the powerful blood he’d had access to was the only reason he’d survived such a close call.
