Andvari reached down and gripped his cock, giving it a firm stroke. “Look at that, Ward. You blew his mind.”
Ward couldn’t help but grin. He really had. Draco collapsed onto the window seat and ran his hand over Ward’s hair. “Fuck, that was hot.”
“Tell me about it,” Andvari said. He pressed his cock against Saeward’s back and licked a stripe up his neck.
Draco’s eyes lit with their inner fire. He slid down onto Ward’s lap, straddling his thighs and looking deep into his eyes. “You ready to make your vampire very happy?”
Ward nodded, unable to speak. His heart bounded. His body throbbed with need. But his mates would take care of him. They always did. Draco held his head gently, never moving his gaze away.
“You’re going to love this,” Draco promised. He leaned in for a kiss as Andvari struck.
Saeward only thought he’d known pleasure before. His mates always brought him such happiness, such bliss, but this was different. He provided life for his mate, and every suck at his neck sent pulses of desire through him. Draco devoured his mouth, swallowing each moan Andvari pulled from him.
Neither of them had to touch his cock. He came without warning, crying out against Draco. Andvari released his neck, kissing the spot gently and holding Saeward’s trembling body against his chest. He felt the pulse of Andvari’s cock against his back and the slide of Andvari’s release down his spine. He relaxed back against the vampire as Draco rubbed his spend into his chest, over his thighs. He was a sticky mess and he didn’t want to change a thing.
Henry
As always, when things got difficult, Henry sought out his Papa. Sawyer wanted to spend a little time with Mikey while they waited for Cecil and Puteri to gather the supplies they needed both for the cleansing and for the vision. Even though they’d expedited shipping on some and actually paid to have others picked up and delivered by some of Eduard’s trusted staff, it would still be a long two days of waiting before they had everything they needed to perform the cleansing.
Dakota hadn’t been exactly forthcoming with details, but Henry had enough experience with his own to know that it wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing about the new guardian was easy, though. Dakota had come through the portal with them, clearly curious about their destination. He’d actually been sticking relatively close to Henry. It might have been that whole Henry throwing himself naked in Dakota’s arms thing, but he somehow doubted it. No, Henry thought it had a lot more to do with Dakota acknowledging that they had something in common. Whatever had happened to the kids Dakota rescued, learning of Henry’s past had brought it all back for him.
As usual, his family home was alive with activity. There were several vehicles parked in front of the clinic, indicating that his dad would be busy with patients. Sawyer headed that direction when they arrived, with Draco and Loch shadowing him. The other guardians scattered around the perimeter, always aware. Dakota, however, didn’t seem to know what to do.
“Come on,” Henry said.
“Where are we going?”
“Just come on.”
Dakota didn’t look happy, but he didn’t protest any further either. He simply followed Henry into the house and up the stairs. “This is where I grew up,” Henry said. “That was my room. I shared it with my brother, Jack. He’s away at college now. All of my brothers and sisters are. Well, except Ollie. But he’s going in the fall.”
“It… smells of wolf in here. And… other.”
“Fox and bear, probably. That’d be Natasha and Ben. My brother and sister.”
“And all of you were…”
“Yes,” Henry said. They’d all been held captive, just like Dakota and the mysterious kids he’d rescued.
Henry knocked gently on the only closed door upstairs and heard a gruff, “Come in.” He opened the door and found Grandpa William propped up on his bed with one of the over-the-bed tables across his legs. Papa had warned him when he texted earlier that his grandpa’s back was giving him trouble.
“Hey, Grandpa.”
“Henry!”
As always, his grandpa brought a smile to his face. He hurried over to the bed and leaned in for a hug. He could tell that it hurt, but he knew better than to try to deny his grandpa the greeting he wanted. He’d never hear the end of it, and his grandpa would wind up trying to go downstairs to prove a point.
“How’s your back?” Henry asked.
Grandpa grunted. “Been better. Been worse, mind, but been better.”
“Anything I can do?”
“Make me up some more of that stinky crap you love to torment me with. I know you say it’s not magic, but damned if it doesn’t work wonders.”
“I’ll do it before I leave. All my supplies are in the school room.”
“And who’s that giant lump trying to disappear into my wallpaper?”
