by Macy Blake
“You were right.”
Sawyer beamed up at him, then tucked his face into Draco’s neck. He began to trace teasing kisses along Draco’s jawline, then down his neck. He nibbled on Draco’s clavicle before raising his head and meeting Draco’s gaze once more.
He didn’t need words to express what he wanted. Draco was well aware. Their mates moved around them, Eduard slipping into position behind Sawyer and wrapping him in his arms.
“Morning, my love.”
“Morning, Eduard.”
“I don’t know if you’re aware, but you have all of your mates with you at the moment.”
Sawyer lifted his head and looked around the bed. His wide smile at realizing they were actually all there was worth it. Draco shared another significant look with one of his mates, this time with Andvari. They were going to make some changes, immediately. Andvari nodded, understanding his unspoken demand. Sawyer needed his warriors by his side, and that meant Andvari and Loch couldn’t spend the majority of their time worried about security. The biggest threat to Sawyer was them not being around him enough.
Sawyer rolled over and turned his attentions on Eduard. Not that Draco minded. He loved watching his mates together. He ran his hands over Sawyer’s body, skimming his shirt up and baring the skin of his stomach. Sawyer pushed his hips back, already demanding more. So greedy. Not that Draco minded.
Draco’s dragon pushed its way forward, and his anxiety made it easy to let the beast take control. He needed his mates safe. He needed Sawyer to be okay. A deep rumble formed in his chest and he leaned down to suck a mark on Sawyer’s neck.
“Uh-oh,” Henry said with a sly grin. “Guess who just came out to play?”
Sawyer looked over his shoulder and met Draco’s gaze. He sought his mate’s approval, and Sawyer reached back and touched his face. “Love you.”
It was the acceptance he needed.
He pushed to his feet, even though it drew a frustrated groan from Sawyer. Eduard, on the other hand, looked at him with an eager smile. “What do you want?”
“Mates,” Draco said.
“This non-verbal foreplay is very arousing,” Loch said. “I find myself drawn to our dragon even more when he gets…oomph.”
Loch had too many clothes on. “Clothes off,” Draco commanded.
“This is my favorite,” Henry purred. He took off his shirt and threw it over his shoulder, then he reached for Saeward. Their hippocamp only wore loose linen pants, some of the only clothing Eduard had found that Saeward actually wore without complaint. Henry untied the string and slid them down Saeward’s long legs.
“Pretty pony,” Draco said.
Saeward blushed.
Draco patted Loch’s now bare ass. He’d shredded their sylph’s clothing while he watched Henry undress Ward. He had no patience for the many loops and fastenings on Loch’s garments. His other mates stripped as well. Draco couldn’t stop the rumbling growl that emerged. So much skin, so much muscle. Works of art, each of them. Worthy of a dragon’s hoard.
He pulled Loch to him, tucking his mate’s long, lean body against his own. Loch leaned his head back and looked into Draco’s eyes. Such pretty blue eyes, and such a contrast to his own gold. “Pretty,” Draco said.
“What is it you want, my dragon?” Loch asked.
Draco grinned and Henry let out a sigh. “This is my favorite part.”
“Mine, too,” Ward confessed.
Draco had no doubt his mates adored him. They showed him frequently by giving him their full and complete trust. He made sure they never regretted it. He ran his hands over Loch’s chest, down his abs and rested them over his cock and balls. “Mine,” he rumbled.
“Yeah,” Loch agreed. “We’re all yours.”
Draco purred. He turned his attention to his vampire. He gave him a look, then turned to Sawyer. Andvari understood his unspoken demand. Before Sawyer could squawk out a protest, he was moved across the bed and laid out before Draco and Loch. “Mmm.”
He turned his attention to Henry next. Henry grinned and scampered over to him, spreading out beside Sawyer and propping his knees up on the bed. “Like this?”
“Such a good mate,” Draco said. “Isn’t he, my fae?”
“Yeah,” Loch said, his breath already raspy. Their newest mate was insatiable.
“You do not come until our mates have. Understood?”
Loch’s breath caught once more. “Yeah.”
“Eduard.”
He didn’t even need to ask. Eduard reached for the pot of oil they kept on the bedside table and held it out. “Get our mates prepared,” Draco ordered.
“Happy to,” Eduard said with a beaming smile.
Draco couldn’t resist the urge to pull him closer. He kissed Eduard until his mate’s cock poked him in the belly, hard and aching. He pulled away and gave it a stroke, drawing a groan from his griffin. “Not yet.”
“No, not yet,” Eduard agreed.
Draco looked down at Sawyer, who watched him wide-eyed from his position on his back in front of Draco and Loch. His legs spread, eager and wanton as Henry, who lay beside him. Eduard slid his hand over Sawyer’s chest, then down over his cock. Sawyer groaned as his hips pushed up, seeking more of his mate’s attention.
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.”
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.”
“No.”
And Loch didn’t mind. He enjoyed the game as much as Draco.
“Andvari, I think our pony needs you.”
Andvari was only too happy to comply. He leaned over Saeward and notched his cock into the crease of his ass. He curled over his back and tucked his arms around Saeward’s chest, holding him tightly in his muscled arms. Draco knew that feeling. It was a good one, safe and secure. Saeward sighed as Andvari began to push inside him.
Draco moved Loch in his arms, pressing his chest to Loch’s back, dipping down enough so his cock slipped between his fae’s thighs. Loch groaned and leaned back into him. “Can you wait? Can you resist?”
“I can.”
Draco grinned, loving the challenge in the fae’s reply. They’d just have to see about that.
Andvari had prepped him good and well, and Draco’s cock slipped with ease inside Loch’s body. His fae tightened, pressing back against him, demanding more.
“Such pretty sounds they make,” Draco purred. “Don’t they?”
Loch nodded, his eyes moving from one mate to the next. Sawyer, who lazily stroked his cock, half-hard again simply from watching his mates take their pleasure in each other. He met Draco’s gaze, then slipped closer to Henry’s side, nuzzling at his mate and whispering sweet words as only Sawyer could.
And Eduard, his beautiful griffin, his body moving in such a controlled rhythm, bringing Henry to the edge and then slowing, driving him mad with lust. Henry had nowhere to turn, not with Sawyer kissing his neck and Eduard his lips. He had to lay there and take it, let his mates pleasure him and love him with their hearts and bodies.
Loch sighed. “I’ve never known such want,” he confessed. “It burns within me.”
“Yes,” Draco rumbled. “This is why we fight.”
“This is why we will win,” Loch added.
Henry finally came, crying out Eduard’s name as he did. It didn’t take Eduard long to follow.
Loch’s body clenched, his iron will challenged by the sights and sounds. Draco purred against his back, increasing his pace, thrusting deeper, even as he kept his hand splayed across Loch’s belly, keeping him from moving.
Saeward came next, his yell more of a bellow, such a sound from their big mate. Andvari could bring that out in him, let him forget all of his fears and inhibitions and give himself over to his release. Andvari pulled out and reached frantically for Eduard, who bared his neck. Andvari’s fangs struck deep, and he fed from Eduard desperately as he grabbed his cock and stroked it hard and fast.
“Almost your turn,” Draco said.
Loch’s hole had already tightened, but Draco stilled, forcing their mate to wait.
“Draco,” Loch growled.
“Not yet.”
Andvari came, making a mess all over their mates and the bed. He withdrew his teeth from Eduard’s neck and kissed the wound gently before collapsing onto the mattress. Saeward wrapped an arm over him and let out a sweet sigh.
“Now?” Loch begged.
Draco guided him forward, then bent him over the bed. He braced his arms, one beside Henry’s hip, and the other beside Andvari’s.
“Wings,” Draco commanded.
Loch froze for a moment, then looked over his shoulder.
Draco arched a brow, waiting.
Loch complied, letting go
of the magic that held his wings in check. They splayed out beautifully, wide enough to cover all of their mates. And Loch realized his intent. He lowered himself further, letting his wings shelter all of their mates where they lay.
Draco moved then, letting his mate understand what he’d sought. Pleasure. Yes, so much pleasure. But more. Loch enjoyed the carnal side of their life very much. But he’d yet to understand his place in the circle. He was more than a firm cock and slick hole. He was their warrior, their protector, their fae.
His wings fluttered with each stroke. Their mates reached for him, stroking the sensitive feathers until Loch was nothing more than a quivering mess.
“Now,” Draco commanded.
And Loch came, trembling and crying out as his body sought its release. Draco rode him to the end, giving him his seed as well.
He guided Loch onto the bed, and he left the wings out, covering them as they dozed. Draco was well pleased. His dragon rumbled proudly. But now, he needed to feed his mates. His work was not yet done.
Sawyer
Beep. Shhh. Beep. Shhh.
Sawyer sat in the back room of the Jerricks’ medical clinic with Mikey’s hand clenched in his. Even though weeks had passed since the attack, Mikey still hadn’t woken up. Every resource they knew had called in every favor they were owed, but nothing had worked. Sawyer had even begged the Mother for help. But she hadn’t responded.
“Stop it,” Nick said.
Sawyer glanced over at his older brother. It was the first time Nick had spoken to him since he’d arrived. Sawyer wouldn’t blame him if he never spoke to him again. It was his fault Mikey was hurt.
“I said, stop it, brat.”
Sawyer scowled at him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why?” Nick asked. “Truth hurt?”
Sawyer ignored him and turned his attention back to Mikey. Nick could be a jerk if he wanted. He deserved it. He should have made sure Mikey stayed far away from him. A sudden, sharp pain shot up his arm.
Nick pulled his hand back across the bed and glared. “Stop it.”