Draco eased forward, letting his cock dip into Sawyer’s hole. “Want you.”
“Then have me.”
Sawyer’s body was ready, needing the edge taken off. Draco was more than happy to comply. He plowed forward, and Sawyer groaned.
“Fuck.”
“Yes,” Draco agreed.
Sawyer’s hole stretched around him, clutching him tightly in its grasp.
“Mine,” Draco purred.
“Yes,” Sawyer agreed.
He thrust steadily, not too slow, not too fast. Just enough to keep Sawyer on edge, aching and wanton, demanding for more. He tried to make Draco move faster, but Draco simply laughed against Sawyer’s neck as he sucked up another mark.
Draco lifted up so he could see Sawyer’s face, watch the beauty of his mate’s pleasure. He held Sawyer’s thighs tightly, spread him wide so he could feel every thrust deep to his core. He knew every sound Sawyer made, so he knew when Sawyer’s release began to build. His body tightened and he tried so hard to wait, to hold back, but Draco simply growled and thrust harder, demanding Sawyer give it to him. His mate’s pleasure was his, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Draco,” Sawyer cried out, his voice raspy and needy.
“Now,” Draco commanded.
Sawyer shivered but his body obeyed, overwhelmed by pleasure as he cried out Draco’s name once more. His orgasm caused his entire body to tighten, and he clamped down on Draco’s cock, trapping it deep inside. It was just what Draco needed.
His own release hit him hard, and he gave it to Sawyer, spurting deep inside his clenched hole. He wanted it trapped there, his dragon fancifully thinking that his life force could only help Sawyer. Maybe it would heal him. A growl of happiness built at the idea, and as Sawyer finally relaxed, his thighs unclenching and his hole relaxing, Draco leaned down and kissed him sweetly.
“So good,” Sawyer groaned. “You’re really good at that.”
“Food?” Draco asked.
“Not yet,” Sawyer said. “Gimme a minute, m’kay?”
Draco rumbled and nuzzled Sawyer’s throat before lifting away. Eduard and Henry both stared at them, panting for breath, hard cocks aching. Such good mates.
“Ready?” Draco asked.
“So fucking ready,” Henry whimpered.
Draco nodded to Eduard, who groaned as he grabbed Henry’s thighs, pulling him to the edge of the bed, and plowing into him in one desperate thrust. He glanced quickly at Sawyer, who’d rolled to his side and was watching their mates with a dopey, sex-flushed grin.
He stepped behind Eduard, then grabbed his hips. “Slowly,” he said.
Eduard groaned, but did as Draco asked.
“Draco!” Henry’s protest meant little to him. He knew what his mate needed, and it wasn’t a hard and fast fucking. No, Henry’d commanded too many of those of late. Always eager and wanting, but he also needed to be cherished.
Once they slowed, Draco watched the connection form happily. Eduard met Henry’s eyes, and instead of pure fucking, a chase for pleasure, they began to truly feel, a different pleasure than the one they’d been seeking. Draco nodded and moved to his other mates.
Loch had spent his time wisely, caressing and exploring each inch of Saeward’s body. It was such a fun task, one Draco had completed many times himself. His body stirred once more, cock filling and demanding. His mates still needed him and he wouldn’t let them down.
Andvari gave him a desperate look.
“Loch,” Draco said.
His fae looked over his shoulder, lips swollen and eyes blazing their brilliant blue.
He moved one finger, curling it toward himself in a silent command. Loch grinned and turned to Saeward for one last caress before moving in front of Draco. He ran his hands down Loch’s back to his perfect ass. “Your mates haven’t finished yet.”
