His word was his vow and his mate accepted it as such.
Sawyer kissed him gently before returning his attention to the others.
“We go on a vision quest,” Dakota said gruffly. “We find your guardian. What then? Do you think your brother will let you walk away?”
“No. I seriously don’t. But I also know that whatever is going to happen, whatever comes next, I have to have all of the guardians with me or I won’t succeed. Rescuing the eighth guardian has to be my top priority. If I’m wrong, tell me, Dakota. If you see something I’m missing, tell me. I can’t do this without you. You were chosen for a reason, and that means you have something to bring to the table.”
“Finding the eighth is the best strategy,” Dakota hedged. “If we are successful in the vision, then we will know if your brother spoke the truth and actually has him held captive.”
Saeward agreed. This was Dakota’s first task. The reason he’d come to them at this moment. Sawyer had found Saeward when he needed him most as well.
“Then let’s go talk to Cecil and see if he can help us. Agreed?” Sawyer waited for Dakota to answer, and finally received a nod of agreement. He left the room with Dakota following behind him. The raven still rested on his shoulder. Sawyer didn’t even seem to notice its presence.
The rest of the mates drifted away as well, leaving Saeward, Eduard, and Draco alone in the library. His mates looked concerned, and Saeward couldn’t blame them. He offered them the only thing he could in the moment. His comfort.
Eduard stepped into his offered embrace and held him tightly. His fire mates both craved the coolness of his water. Although their magic seemed to oppose each other, in actuality, they balanced each other perfectly.
“He will be fine,” Saeward said.
“I know,” Eduard replied. “I’m going to go check on them, make sure they have all of the resources they need.”
Although Eduard had settled some, his dragon mate had not. Draco didn’t like the idea of any of them in danger, and knowing he had to trust Henry to the newcomer didn’t settle well with him. Saeward had learned to read his dragon well.
Instead of letting Draco go, he guided him back until his legs bumped into the window seat. Draco glared down at it like it had personally offended him then realized he’d actually been led.
Saeward knelt down in front of him and gave the loose shorts Draco wore a tug.
“Fuck,” Draco groaned.
Saeward leaned in and kissed his thigh. “I would distract you from your worries, my mate.”
Draco ran his fingers through Saeward’s hair then tightened his hold. “You are a good mate.”
Saeward leaned in again, this time kissing the other thigh. Draco’s cock jerked, already filling. He nudged his cheek against it, letting his stubble rub the tender skin. Draco groaned and used his hold on Saeward’s hair to guide his mouth closer.
“You are better than good. An excellent mate who is excellent at distractions.”
Saeward licked the tip. “I worried this part of mating would be difficult for me,” he confessed. “But I find I crave it.”
He sucked the head of Draco’s cock into his mouth, relishing the taste in a way he’d never thought possible. But Draco was his. His mate. His love. His passion. His life. Everything. He gave it all. And Saeward was willing to give it all back to him as well.
“I’m yours,” Draco promised.
Saeward sucked him deeper, fighting back a smile at the deep, sexy groan he drew from his mate. Draco was one of the most sensual creatures Saeward had ever seen, enjoying pleasure in a way that was contagious. He gave and took, both in equal measure. But for once, Saeward wanted to take. He wanted Draco to lose control with him.
He ran his hands up Draco’s thighs even as he sucked him deep, choking on the thick length in his mouth.
Draco tensed for a moment, then realized Ward had done it on purpose. He moaned and lessened his hold on Ward’s hair. “Fuck. Didn’t think you could do that. So fucking sexy. Can you swallow me down, Ward?”
He would. He looked up at Draco, tears wetting his eyes. Not from emotion, but from choking. Again, his mate looked concerned. But then he wiped away the tear before it ran down Ward’s face.
“Slowly. Don’t rush it.”
Ward leaned in again, letting Draco guide him again. His dragon let out a shuddering breath.
“That’s it.”
Ward sucked in a breath and opened his throat. Draco edged forward and Ward let him sink in further. He could hold his breath for so long, but it was different. This feeling of choking. Unable to draw air if he needed to. But then it came to him in a flash of understanding. Draco would know what he needed.
