Loch tensed, so eager to jump in and help. Draco tightened his hold. “Not yet.”
He moved them one step to the side and Eduard took his place between Sawyer’s legs. Those long, pretty fingers dipped into Sawyer’s hole, slicking him with oil, getting him prepared for his mates’ attentions.
“Draco,” Henry gasped.
He turned his attention to his mage.
“Kiss the pretty mage.”
Loch complied, leaning over the bed and devouring Henry’s mouth. It gave Draco the perfect view of his muscled ass. He ran his hands over it, then looked to Andvari. “Keep him in control,” Draco ordered.
“Happy to,” Andvari answered. He moved into place, leaning over Loch’s back and whispering into his ear.
Draco could only imagine what he said. He’d been the recipient of some of his vampire’s more eloquent commands a time or two. Draco turned to Saeward next, who still lay across the foot of the bed. Only now, he was gloriously naked.
“What is it you want, my pony?” Draco asked.
Ward bit his lip and glanced at their mates, all engaged in a variety of activities beside him. “I want it all,” Ward confessed.
He spoke true, and Draco couldn’t help leaning down and kissing him. Ward had given them his heart and his body, gifts Draco cherished each and every day. Even in his present state, his dragon in control and aching with want, Draco made sure his tender-hearted Ward knew he was safe.
Draco reached out his hand and pulled Ward to a sitting position. “I wish to see you bent over the bed, eager for each of your mates to please you as much as you please me.”
Ward blushed and leaned forward, tugging one of Draco’s nipples into his mouth. He nibbled and Draco purred. Holding Ward’s head carefully, letting him tease and tongue the tender nub. When he pulled away, he began to scoot toward the edge of the bed, his long legs hanging over the side. Draco guided him over onto his belly then stepped between his legs and draped himself over Ward’s back.
“You make me happy,” Draco rumbled. “Just the mate we needed.”
Ward reached back and touched Draco’s thigh, holding him in place. Draco’s cock rested in the crease of his ass. He thrust gently and Ward sighed. Such a pretty sound.
He pushed up, finding all of his mates doing as he’d commanded. Such perfect mates. All of them.
“Andvari, Loch needs to show our mate how much control he has.”
Andvari grinned and pulled Loch up, breaking the passionate kiss he and Henry were sharing. Henry pouted, glaring at Draco, but it was all in play. Draco stepped back and Andvari and Loch took his place with Ward. Loch leaned over his back, whispering words into his ear. Ward whimpered and Draco grinned.
“Fuck, Draco. You’re killing me,” Andvari groaned.
“Is my vampire unhappy?”
“No, your vampire is very, very happy.”
Draco pulled him in for a kiss. “Don’t let him come.”
“I won’t.”
Draco patted Andvari’s ass and moved to Eduard and Sawyer. His mate’s hole glistened with oil and he’d thrown back his head in bliss as Eduard prepared him.
“Now Henry,” Draco said.
Eduard slipped his fingers from Sawyer’s body and moved to Henry, who watched with bated breath.
Draco leaned over Sawyer, and his mate’s long legs came to rest around his hips.
“I thought you’d never get here.”
Draco grumbled.
“Okay, okay. I knew you’d get here. You’re always taking care of me.”
