Draco pulled back and trembled again. “Fuck that feels so good, Ward.”
“I want to make you come.”
“Damn. What’s gotten into you? Not that I’m complaining. Just wondering.”
Saeward leaned into Draco’s thigh, not sure if he had the words. He thought he was doing this for Draco, to distract his mate. But it turned out he needed Draco as well. He didn’t know how to explain it. Every day that passed, every curve that was thrown at them, it just cemented his place with his mates. Every touch, every kiss, every time he was inside one of his mates… or let one of his mates inside of him. It all boiled down to a feeling inside him that he was where he was meant to be.
“I’m where I’m meant to be.”
It was the simplest explanation, but Draco’s shuddered breath told him the words had the power he’d intended. “Yes, my pony, you are. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be. With us. My mate.”
Saeward grinned and wrapped his fist around Draco’s cock.
“Make me come, Ward,” Draco demanded.
Ward sucked him in again, this time without taking him so deep. He focused on the sensitive head, letting his hand coax Draco harder and closer to release with well-timed strokes.
“Fuck, that’s good. Tease the tip.”
Ward did as he was told, using his tongue to swipe at the precome that gathered in the slit, then tracing around the mushroom-shaped head.
Draco grabbed his head again, but let Saeward continue at his own pace. His big hands held him steady, as Ward took Draco deep into his mouth again.
“Don’t stop, Ward.”
It took him a second to realize that Draco was giving him a verbal warning. They were no longer alone. He felt the presence of one of their mates. Draco said nothing else, and Saeward continued his attentions.
Draco tasted so good. He focused on the tip again, driving Draco mad with pleasure. He couldn’t hold back his thrusts, even though Ward could feel his thighs quivering as he tried to fight the urge.
“Isn’t he pretty, Andvari?” Draco asked.
Ward ran his other hand up Draco’s thigh then began teasing his balls with his fingers.
“Fuck. He’s going to make me come, Andi. Right in that pretty mouth of his.”
Saeward groaned and Draco trembled again.
“Yeah, you’re gonna make me come, Ward. You’re gonna make Andi come too. He’s got his dick in his hand already, just standing there watching you. Did you know you did that to him? Got him hard like that? I know you did. You do it to all of us. So beautiful.”
He couldn’t believe simply watching them was making Andvari hard, but he could hear the sounds behind him, the distinctive noise of a cock being stroked. He knew it well, as he could hear his own hand making the same sounds on Draco’s dick. He sucked harder, letting a slurping noise escape as he swallowed a mouthful of spit and precome.
“Fucking hell, I’m so close. Your mouth is perfection, Ward. And now you’ve got our vampire desperate for you as well. I wonder, though…if I feed you my come, what will you feed him?”
It was definitely a question, but the groan he heard from his vampire mate was enough to make him tilt his head to the side, baring his neck in an unspoken offering. It was a gift he didn’t give often, but one his vampire would treasure, especially as they faced the difficult challenges ahead.
Within seconds, Andvari was at his back, kneeling behind him, pressing their bodies together. He felt Andvari’s cock pressing to him even as his arms came around Ward’s waist.
“Squeeze him harder,” Andvari whispered wickedly. “He likes it a little rough.”
Ward complied and Draco’s control slipped further. He pushed forward, hitting the back of Ward’s throat once more.
Andvari’s hands teased at his skin. Ward desperately wanted more. His own body ached, his cock thick and heavy between his legs.
“Ward,” Draco groaned. “Breathe.”
And he did, pulling in a breath as Draco pushed deeper than he’d been before. He felt the first burst of Draco’s release hit the back of his throat and he relaxed into it. He looked up at his mate’s face, but he couldn’t see it. Draco’s head was thrown back as he came. His body clenched as he fought the urge to drive into Ward’s throat, even lost in bliss still being careful not to hurt him.
When he finally pulled away, Ward realized he hadn’t even had that moment of panic this time. He’d known Draco had him. The moment sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine.
