Draco’s dragon pushed its way forward, and his anxiety made it easy to let the beast take control. He needed his mates safe. He needed Sawyer to be okay. A deep rumble formed in his chest and he leaned down to suck a mark on Sawyer’s neck.
“Uh-oh,” Henry said with a sly grin. “Guess who just came out to play?”
Sawyer looked over his shoulder and met Draco’s gaze. He sought his mate’s approval, and Sawyer reached back and touched his face. “Love you.”
It was the acceptance he needed.
He pushed to his feet, even though it drew a frustrated groan from Sawyer. Eduard, on the other hand, looked at him with an eager smile. “What do you want?”
“Mates,” Draco said.
“This non-verbal foreplay is very arousing,” Loch said. “I find myself drawn to our dragon even more when he gets…oomph.”
Loch had too many clothes on. “Clothes off,” Draco commanded.
“This is my favorite,” Henry purred. He took off his shirt and threw it over his shoulder, then he reached for Saeward. Their hippocamp only wore lose linen pants, some of the only clothing Eduard had found that Saeward actually wore without complaint. Henry untied the string and slid them down Saeward’s long legs.
“Pretty pony,” Draco said.
Saeward blushed.
Draco patted Loch’s now bare ass. He’d shredded their sylph’s clothing while he watched Henry undress Ward. He had no patience for the many loops and fastenings on Loch’s garments. His other mates stripped as well. Draco couldn’t stop the rumbling growl that emerged. So much skin, so much muscle. Works of art, each of them. Worthy of a dragon’s hoard.
He pulled Loch to him, tucking his mate’s long, lean body against his own. Loch leaned his head back and looked into Draco’s eyes. Such pretty blue eyes, and such a contrast to his own gold. “Pretty,” Draco said.
“What is it you want, my dragon?” Loch asked.
Draco grinned and Henry let out a sigh. “This is my favorite part.”
“Mine, too,” Ward confessed.
Draco had no doubt his mates adored him. They showed him frequently by giving him their full and complete trust. He made sure they never regretted it. He ran his hands over Loch’s chest, down his abs and rested them over his cock and balls. “Mine,” he rumbled.
“Yeah,” Loch agreed. “We’re all yours.”
Draco purred. He turned his attention to his vampire. He gave him a look, then turned to Sawyer. Andvari understood his unspoken demand. Before Sawyer could squawk out a protest, he was moved across the bed and laid out before Draco and Loch. “Mmm.”
He turned his attention to Henry next. Henry grinned and scampered over to him, spreading out beside Sawyer and propping his knees up on the bed. “Like this?”
“Such a good mate,” Draco said. “Isn’t he, my fae?”
“Yeah,” Loch said, his breath already raspy. Their newest mate was insatiable.
“You do not come until our mates have. Understood?”
Loch’s breath caught once more. “Yeah.”
“Eduard.”
He didn’t even need to ask. Eduard reached for the pot of oil they kept on the bedside table and held it out. “Get our mates prepared,” Draco ordered.
“Happy to,” Eduard said with a beaming smile.
Draco couldn’t resist the urge to pull him closer. He kissed Eduard until his mate’s cock poked him in the belly, hard and aching. He pulled away and gave it a stroke, drawing a groan from his griffin. “Not yet.”
“No, not yet,” Eduard agreed.
Draco looked down at Sawyer, who watched him wide-eyed from his position on his back in front of Draco and Loch. His legs spread, eager and wanton as Henry, who lay beside him. Eduard slid his hand over Sawyer’s chest, then down over his cock. Sawyer groaned as his hips pushed up, seeking more of his mate’s attention.
