“Now,” Draco commanded.
And Loch came, trembling and crying out as his body sought its release. Draco rode him to the end, giving him his seed as well.
He guided Loch onto the bed, and he left the wings out, covering them as they dozed. Draco was well pleased. His dragon rumbled proudly. But now, he needed to feed his mates. His work was not yet done.
Sawyer
Beep. Shhh. Beep. Shhh.
Sawyer sat in the back room of the Jerricks’ medical clinic with Mikey’s hand clenched in his. Even though weeks had passed since the attack, Mikey still hadn’t woken up. Every resource they knew had called in every favor they were owed, but nothing had worked. Sawyer had even begged the Mother for help. But she hadn’t responded.
“Stop it,” Nick said.
Sawyer glanced over at his older brother. It was the first time Nick had spoken to him since he’d arrived. Sawyer wouldn’t blame him if he never spoke to him again. It was his fault Mikey was hurt.
“I said, stop it, brat.”
Sawyer scowled at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why?” Nick asked. “Truth hurt?”
Sawyer ignored him and turned his attention back to Mikey. Nick could be a jerk if he wanted. He deserved it. He should have made sure Mikey stayed far away from him. A sudden, sharp pain shot up his arm.
Nick pulled his hand back across the bed and glared. “Stop it.”
“Stop what, Nick! Stop worrying about Mikey? That’s not going to happen, asshole.”
“Stop blaming yourself.”
“Why? It’s my fault.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “Get over yourself, Sawyer.”
“I can’t get over myself, Nick. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Mikey anywhere near me. Not when everything is so….” Sawyer waved his hand around, trying to encompass just how crazy his life had become.
Nick leaned across the bed and grabbed Sawyer’s wrist. “Mama Thea told us both to watch over you. We swore we would, Sawyer. We’re the ones who failed, not you.”
“She didn’t know, Nick. She didn’t know what I really am or she’d never have risked you both like this.”
Nick snorted. “You’re an idiot.”
Sawyer jerked his hand away. “Really, you think she’d have wanted Mikey to face off with a freaking god? Knowing what his power was? Knowing that it would dothisto him? Hmm? You actually think she’d have set him up to have his mind fried because of me?”
Nick made another of his annoyed sounds and turned back to look at Mikey. “You think I wouldn’t have put myself between you and him, too? No matter what, you’re my baby brother. She made sure I knew that. It doesn’t matter where we came from. It matters where we ended up. With her. Brothers forever, Sawyer.”
Sawyer’s eyes stung. He raised his head and looked at Nick once again.
“Say it, Sawyer. Brothers forever.” Nick laid his hand across the bed, over Mikey’s legs, and waited.
It took more seconds than it should have for Sawyer to accept. He placed his hand in Nick’s and his eyes stung even worse. “Brothers forever.”
“That’s right. Now, the coven is going to come back and try again, and if they can’t help, you can call your birth mother or whatever she is and tell her she needs to fix him.”
“It’s not that simple.”
Nick squeezed his hand. “Yeah, baby brother, it is. So chill out, and let’s see what they can do. Rowan said they were able to help last time, but couldn’t heal him completely. Maybe this time they can do a little more. We have options. Now explain to me again how you have a butler who is really a demigod? I’m still a little fuzzy on that part. I’ve had other things to think about, ya know?”
Sawyer couldn’t help his watery sniffle. He clung a little tighter to Nick’s hand before lowering his forehead to the bed. He was so tired. He’d felt so much better after spending time with his mates, after Draco fed him and coddled them all before he’d curled up around Sawyer and passed out for a couple hours.
