“No.”
And Loch didn’t mind. He enjoyed the game as much as Draco.
“Andvari, I think our pony needs you.”
Andvari was only too happy to comply. He leaned over Saeward and notched his cock into the crease of his ass. He curled over his back and tucked his arms around Saeward’s chest, holding him tightly in his muscled arms. Draco knew that feeling. It was a good one, safe and secure. Saeward sighed as Andvari began to push inside him.
Draco moved Loch in his arms, pressing his chest to Loch’s back, dipping down enough so his cock slipped between his fae’s thighs. Loch groaned and leaned back into him. “Can you wait? Can you resist?”
“I can.”
Draco grinned, loving the challenge in the fae’s reply. They’d just have to see about that.
Andvari had prepped him good and well, and Draco’s cock slipped with ease inside Loch’s body. His fae tightened, pressing back against him, demanding more.
“Such pretty sounds they make,” Draco purred. “Don’t they?”
Loch nodded, his eyes moving from one mate to the next. Sawyer, who lazily stroked his cock, half-hard again simply from watching his mates take their pleasure in each other. He met Draco’s gaze, then slipped closer to Henry’s side, nuzzling at his mate and whispering sweet words as only Sawyer could.
And Eduard, his beautiful griffin, his body moving in such a controlled rhythm, bringing Henry to the edge and then slowing, driving him mad with lust. Henry had nowhere to turn, not with Sawyer kissing his neck and Eduard his lips. He had to lay there and take it, let his mates pleasure him and love him with their hearts and bodies.
Loch sighed. “I’ve never known such want,” he confessed. “It burns within me.”
“Yes,” Draco rumbled. “This is why we fight.”
“This is why we will win,” Loch added.
Henry finally came, crying out Eduard’s name as he did. It didn’t take Eduard long to follow.
Loch’s body clenched, his iron will challenged by the sights and sounds. Draco purred against his back, increasing his pace, thrusting deeper, even as he kept his hand splayed across Loch’s belly, keeping him from moving.
Saeward came next, his yell more of a bellow, such a sound from their big mate. Andvari could bring that out in him, let him forget all of his fears and inhibitions and give himself over to his release. Andvari pulled out and reached frantically for Eduard, who bared his neck. Andvari’s fangs struck deep, and he fed from Eduard desperately as he grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast.
“Almost your turn,” Draco said.
Loch’s hole had already tightened, but Draco stilled, forcing their mate to wait.
“Draco,” Loch growled.
“Not yet.”
Andvari came, making a mess all over their mates and the bed. He withdrew his teeth from Eduard’s neck and kissed the wound gently before collapsing onto the mattress. Saeward wrapped an arm over him and let out a sweet sigh.
“Now?” Loch begged.
Draco guided him forward, then bent him over the bed. He braced his arms, one beside Henry’s hip, and the other beside Andvari’s.
“Wings,” Draco commanded.
Loch froze for a moment, then looked over his shoulder.
Draco arched a brow, waiting.
Loch complied, letting go of the magic that held his wings in check. They splayed out beautifully, wide enough to cover all of their mates. And Loch realized his intent. He lowered himself further, letting his wings shelter all of their mates where they lay.
Draco moved then, letting his mate understand what he’d sought. Pleasure. Yes, so much pleasure. But more. Loch enjoyed the carnal side of their life very much. But he’d yet to understand his place in the circle. He was more than a firm cock and slick hole. He was their warrior, their protector, their fae.
His wings fluttered with each stroke. Their mates reached for him, stroking the sensitive feathers until Loch was nothing more than a quivering mess.
