by Macy Blake
“Fuck yes,” Pip groaned. “Please.”
“Draco—” Sawyer stopped himself once more.
“You wish to leave our mate in need?”
Pip trembled again.
“Look at him.”
But of course, Sawyer couldn’t look anywhere else.
“Sawyer,” Pip moaned. “Please.”
Sawyer trembled. He dropped to his knees in front of them and slowly reached for the waist of Pip’s sweats. He gave them a tug, sliding them down over Pip’s hips and helping him free his legs.
Draco continued to trace his finger up and down the hard length, quickly learning all of Pip’s most sensitive spots.
“We’re going to let off some steam now,” Draco promised. “Later, we’ll spend more time together. Let you get to know all of your mates. How does that sound?”
“Good,” Pip groaned. “Perfect.”
Draco waited as Sawyer pulled himself together. “Our mates are our foundation.”
Sawyer looked up at him. “I know.”
“The life we are building will be together. It doesn’t work otherwise.”
“I know.”
“We cherish each other, give what the other needs. For no reason than because that is our heart’s desire. To provide for our mates. To fulfill them in all ways.”
Sawyer nodded, exploring the vision of Pip with his eyes as he processed Draco’s words. He could see the wheels spinning as brick by brick, Draco worked to break through the wall he’d built. Sawyer feared the unknown, and Draco couldn’t blame him. But mates were a valuable treasure, the most important in the world. They were to be cherished above all things. As their god and their mate, it was critically important for Sawyer to free himself from the binds he used to lock himself up and away. He feared, but he didn’t need to. He had his mates to look after, and they in turn would look after him. That was their magic together. Sawyer just had to believe in it.
“My dick could really use some fulfillment,” Pip groaned, interrupting the staring match they were locked in. “Just in case anyone was wondering.”
That tiny distraction broke the ice and tore down the last of Sawyer’s inhibitions. Draco could see it falling away as Sawyer grinned and leaned forward. “Just for that, I’m going to tell Draco what I want. I want to watch him make you crazy, drag it out, and show you how good he really is.”
Pip’s breath hitched. “How did I know you were the evil one of the bunch? All that god-power, and you want to make me suffer?”
Sawyer’s grin widened. “Trust me. You won’t be suffering.”
“Will, too.”
The pout was real, but Sawyer seemed charmed by it. He leaned closer and finally breathed in the scent of their newest mate. Pip began to tremble once more, and Draco waited. It didn’t take but a moment for Sawyer to close the distance between them. He tangled his lips with Pip’s, drawing another low moan from the man trapped between them.
When they parted, Pip was trembling so much Draco wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed not to come.
“That explains it,” Pip whispered.
Sawyer looked puzzled. “What?”
“You really are a god. Kiss me again.”
“What?”
Pip growled and tugged Sawyer toward him once more. This time there was nothing gentle about the kiss. Pip went at it, his desperation at its peak. Draco grabbed Pip’s cock and gave it a few swift tugs. It was all it took. Pip came apart in his arms, moaning against Sawyer’s mouth and clinging to him tightly as his release spurted between them.
When they finally broke apart, Pip dropped back against Draco’s chest, pulling Sawyer with him. Sawyer nuzzled into Pip’s neck while Draco wrapped his arms around them both.
“Later, I want it all,” Pip mumbled.
“Whatever you want,” Sawyer said. He glanced up at Draco as he made the vow. Draco smiled down at him, pleased that Sawyer had finally gotten out of his own head and back to reality where they needed him.
“Go get cleaned up,” Draco ordered. “Meet us in the library.”
“You’re really bossy today.”
“Today?” Draco asked with a smirk.
“Good point,” Sawyer said. “Come on, Pip. Let me introduce you to the world’s most luxurious bathroom.”
Pip didn’t need to be asked twice. He followed Sawyer out of the room. Draco waited until he heard the shower start before heading down to the library. Eduard met him at the door.
“How is he?”
“He’s great,” Draco said. “Comes beautifully.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. But since you brought it up, how beautifully?”
Draco laughed and tugged Eduard into his arms. “You’ll love him. And Sawyer is overthinking everything, as usual. He needs to process.”
“All of us are gathered now. The prophecy—”
“Has never been what it seems,” Draco said gently. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Sawyer isn’t wrong,” Eduard said. “He’s going to be pissed.”
The thought terrified Draco. He would do anything to protect Sawyer and the rest of his mates, but how did one destroy a god set on revenge? Palinourous wasn’t going to take this newest defeat lightly. Sawyer now had everything he needed— at least according to the prophecy— to restore balance.
Nothing had changed, though. At least on the surface. Who knew what was going on in that wondrous brain of his mates. Sawyer always managed to see through the jumble of confusion to find the truth that hid beneath. He looked at things differently from the rest of them. Draco needed to remind him of that, once he stopped feeling unworthy of them.
“Master Draco?” Cecil appeared at the top of the stairs, silent as a ninja, as usual.
“Yes, Cecil?”
“Dinner is prepared. Our guest is feeling a little… anxious.”
“Thank you, Cecil. We’ll be right down.”
Cecil nodded and disappeared down the stairs once more.
“We’re going to go have dinner, then we’ll ravage our newest mate. Then we’re going to get a good night’s sleep, because damned if we aren’t all exhausted. And then, tomorrow, we’re going to sit down and figure this out.”
Eduard nipped his chin before leaning back and smiling. “Yes, sir.”
“And no working. Get Victor to handle your stuff.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And… I need to think of something else so you’ll say yes sir again. You’re so damned sexy I can’t think.” Draco leaned down and kissed Eduard thoroughly before lifting his head and breathing deeply. “I’ve got it.”
Eduard gulped and took a moment to recover his ability to think. Draco didn’t grin. No need for him to be smug over how well he knew his mates. “Got what?”
“Say it again,” Draco demanded.
It took Eduard a moment to realize what Draco wanted.
“Yes, sir.”
Draco shivered. “So hot. Let’s get the others and head downstairs. I’ll send Cecil up after Sawyer and Pip in a few minutes. Help me distract Pip’s mother until they come downstairs, okay? Be your perfect, charming, and gracious self.”
Eduard sighed and nipped his chin again. “I will, but if she grabs me, you better rescue me. Use lethal force if you have to.”
Draco grinned. “Yes, sir.”
He herded the rest of the mates downstairs, where Cecil was getting a stern lecture from Pip’s mom. With a sigh, Draco straightened his back and released his hold on Eduard. He pasted on the grin Sawyer always swore charmed the pants off of everyone and walked across the room. “Ms. Presley.”
She turned her ire onto him. “Where is my son?”
“Upstairs in the shower.”
The glare faded. “Why didn’t he just tell me that?”
She turned her attention back to Cecil and scowled.
“Cecil isn’t in the practice of revealing the private nature of the residents of our home.” Draco turned to the man in question. �
�Thank you, Cecil. Will you let Sawyer know dinner is ready?”
“Yes, Master Draco.”
Cecil hurried away, but not before Draco saw the slightest smirk appear on the butler’s face. He knew how much Draco hated this role, but he could do it if he had to. Just not for long. That’s why he had Eduard.
He turned to his mate and smiled. Eduard gave him a wicked grin in return, not taking one step forward to assist. Wicked, wicked man. He would pay for that later.
“Ms. Presley,” Henry said. He darted to Draco’s side and beamed his sweetest smile at her.
It didn’t escape Draco’s attention that Henry stayed well out of reach. Poor thing was traumatized by the earlier boob squish. Draco would have been, too.
“I just watched a video about Alaska, and there was this fjord that was so beautiful. I can’t even imagine living somewhere so incredible. Is it really that amazing in person?”
Something in her gaze softened. “It is.”
“So cool. Do you think… I mean, I know it’s rude to ask but… nevermind.”
“What, young man? Speak.”
“I just wondered if maybe some time we could come visit you there? But I know, it’s rude to ask. My Nana Jerrick says I shouldn’t invite myself places, but then, how do people know you want to be invited if you don’t just say?”
Ms. Presley smiled. “That is a good point. Henry, is it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Draco wanted to kiss him. Such a good boy. Unlike Eduard, who stood to the side with a smirk and left Draco to the social niceties he loathed. Evil, evil man.
“Our pack would be honored for you to visit. All of you.”
“Really?” Henry bounced closer to her and flung his arms around her.
She patted his back awkwardly until he pulled away.
“Um, sorry. I’m a hugger. I know I’m supposed to ask but I get excited.”
“I sometimes forget to ask as well.”
“Right? It’s hard.” Henry grinned at her before holding out his arm. “Will you tell me more about Alaska?”
Draco was going to do the filthiest of things to that man later. So many filthy things. All of them. Twice. Eduard stepped up beside him and ran a sneaky hand over Draco’s ass. Draco wasn’t impressed.
“Really?”
“So hot when you’re all in charge. It does things to me.”
Draco snorted and kept his attention on Henry.
“I’ll let you fuck me in the office if you want. Right now.”
“I can’t leave Henry with her. This could turn in a second.”
Eduard scowled. “Now you’re just—”
“Paybacks are fierce, mate of mine.”
“Dammit. Come on, you looked so hot. I couldn’t stop you. I’m powerless against that smile. It’s a deadly weapon. You know this. Sawyer has told you a million times.”
Draco smiled.
Eduard’s breath caught.
“And now you’re going to have to wait. No one else is allowed to get you off, either, or I will not be pleased.”
“Oh, now that’s just—”
“We won’t.” A chorus of replies from their other mates caused Draco’s smile to widen.
Eduard groaned. “It’s going to be a very long night.”
“You have no idea.”
Andvari stepped up beside them and ran his finger down Eduard’s neck. “Someone’s in trouble.”
“It is very sexually arousing when Draco gets this way,” Loch observed. “I find myself growing hard simply from listening to him speak. Is this common?”
He addressed the question to Dakota, who simply stared at him with a deer in the headlights expression.
Ward helped him out by answering. “It’s common for Draco.”
“This is a fascinating skill. I should learn it.”
“I don’t think it can be learned,” Dakota grumbled.
“Hmm,” Loch said. “Perhaps. But I shall try. It is very satisfying to see one’s mates so desperate for one’s attention.”
“You’re evil,” Eduard said. He glared at Draco and Draco smiled once more. “Ugh. Stop it with the pearly whites already.”
Before he could argue, Cecil returned with Sawyer and Pip. They were both flushed and slightly out of breath. Sawyer’s lips were pink and swollen, and Pip’s were in a similar state. Draco had no doubts as to what they’d gotten up to in the shower.
He was pleased to see Pip instinctively hovering by Sawyer’s side, though, leaning into him when they paused at the foot of the stairs. Excellent. His plan had worked.
Sawyer appeared much more at ease as well, and not just because he’d more than likely gotten off in the shower. The nervous tension from before had lightened. His mate led Pip to his side and Draco pulled Sawyer close. “Love you.”
Sawyer smiled up at him. “Love you more. Thank you for that. Very not subtle.”
“Why bother being subtle? I know what you need.”
“You do.”
Sawyer tugged Pip closer and managed to get Pip tucked in front of them for a three-way hug. He’d never seen Sawyer quite this cuddly with one of their mates. He couldn’t keep his hands off any of them, not that they minded. This was different, though. It was nice.
“Phillip.”
“Hey, Ma.”
Ms. Presley growled.
Pip grinned at her in reply.
“So much sass.”
“You raised me well.”
She smiled and waved him closer. “I’ve promised Henry that everyone can come visit us. He’s fascinated by our home state.”
“Oh cool! That would be awesome,” Pip said as he wiggled his way from between them and walked over to his mother. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before we can get there, though. We’ve got a lot to figure out.”
Her smile faded.
“Momma, you can’t do this. I’m twenty years old. And even though you didn’t tell me what that mark on my butt meant, I know you had to know it meant something. You always made sure no one else saw it. I didn’t know why until Sawyer told me what it meant.”
“Now, Pipsqueak—”
“No, Mom. No. You didn’t tell me, and now I know. Well, I sort of know. I have a lot of catching up to do.”
“I wanted to keep you safe.”
“You did,” Pip said. “But you still should have told me.”
“I tried to prepare you. I—”
“Mom.” Pip’s tone finally broke through her protests, and she actually looked sorry for keeping secrets from him.
“I’m sorry, Pip.”
“Thank you. I know you did it because you love me and wanted me safe, but you can’t do that. Okay? Now, something smells amazing so let’s eat and we’ll see if one of those really hot hellhound guys will take you back home. I’m staying here.”
She sighed and pulled Pip against her. Draco watched as the two came together once more. Pip had truly forgiven her that quickly, and his mother was ready to let him go fulfill his destiny.
Dinner went off without a hitch with Pip regaling them with stories from his time in Alaska. Apparently, otters were known for their mischievous ways, and the legends of them distracting children were there for a reason. They loved to shift and play, swim and laugh.
By the time Ms. Presley prepared to leave, the mood had lightened significantly. Except for Eduard. Draco had made sure to sit next to him at dinner, and if his hand managed to be buried in Eduard’s lap for most of the meal, teasing him to distraction, well, it was the least that his mate deserved.
Pip
Pip had it on good authority that there were times in a young man’s life when he should take time to process the choices he made. These were decisions that would impact the rest of his life. Career. Homebuying. Future mates. The big stuff. It was important that he considered his options and weighed them carefully. That’s what everyone said. They were adamant that it was extremely important.
Fuck that noise.
Pip pla
nned on diving into the deep end of what was probably going to be the most orgasmic night of his life. He wanted to fuck. Multiple times. In multiple positions. With— thank the goddess for whatever his past lives had done to deserve such abundance and he would try to be a better person after this so the next version of him would also get to experience— his newly discovered multiple mates.
The problem was where to start. It wasn’t a problem Pip planned on worrying over for long, but this was one of those choices that did deserve at least a moment of consideration. Actually, a moment might be too long. He didn’t have the patience. What was less than a moment?
Draco led the group of them back upstairs after the hellhounds took his mom home. The view of Draco’s muscled ass as he moved up the steps was inspiring lots of ideas in Pip’s one-track mind. But Pip happened to know that Andvari walked behind him. He knew this because he could feel Andvari’s gaze on his ass. Like, actually feel it like a physical thing. His asshole tingled. It must be a vampire superpower. Or Pip was really desperately horny and imagining things. Could be either. Or both. Definitely both.
Then there was Loch. The sword. He really didn’t need to add anything to his imagination on that one.
And Henry. Pip just wanted to do the naughtiest things to him for no other reason than to see what he looked like when he’d been thoroughly debauched.
Pip grinned.
“What?” Sawyer asked.
“Debauched. What a great word.”
Eduard made a little purring sound and slid up beside him so sexily it made Pip want to just reach a hand over and— “Ow!”
“No touching,” Draco said. “Eduard is on a time out.”
And why was that the sexiest thing Pip had ever heard in his life? All the mates visibly trembled at Draco’s command and Pip… well, Pip was back to his original plan of wanting to be thoroughly debauched by Draco. And that ass. And his eyes. And his smile. And his— “Ow!”
Draco stopped in front of him. Pip might have been slightly distracted and had walked right into him. Draco might as well be a brick wall. Pip wanted to climb him. And ride him. And see if that cock that had been pressed to his back earlier was really as big as it had felt. Cause it had felt big. Nice and big. And thick. And long. And hard. Speaking of hard…his gaze drifted down to see if he could spy the size of the bulge, but Draco hooked a finger under his chin and guided his attention back up.