Draco
“Food,” he said. “Lots of it.”
“Would you like me to bring it up here for you?”
“Yes.” It would take entirely too much effort to get them all downstairs. And then they’d have to come all the way back up here. He planned on fucking them all, making them his again. They’d come too close to messing up.
“Dragon,” Andvari said quietly.
Draco rumbled again, reaching over to stroke Andvari’s face softly.
Henry made a muffled protest against his chest at the movement, then nuzzled closer. His mouth brushed against Draco’s nipple and it hardened against his mouth. “Yeah, baby boy.”
Draco would need to feed him, then fuck him back to sleep again. He moved his hand from Andvari’s cheek to Henry’s, encouraging him to suckle as he slept. “Sweet, sweet boy.”
Sawyer grumbled at him from the other side, pulling Draco’s attention his way. Eduard’s hips were moving gently, a slow rocking that brought a smile to Draco’s face. He glanced up at Eduard, finding his eyes open, pupils blown as he fucked easily into Sawyer.
The flames in Draco’s eyes grew brighter and Eduard gasped in an excited breath. “Excellent idea,” Draco said. “We’ll need to remember it.”
Sawyer had settled back down again, his body held in Eduard’s tender embrace.
Draco moved again, rolling Henry away from him and into Andvari’s waiting arms. Henry made a sweet little noise of protest but drifted back to sleep once Andvari closed his thick arms around him.
With a mighty yawn, Draco stretched again, then crawled down the bed and off the end. He stared back at his mates and rumbled his approval. They were all beautiful and happy and whole. But Andvari and Henry were overdressed. It wasn’t acceptable.
Luckily, Andvari wasn’t wearing anything but pants, his torn shirt removed after his injury.
He only wore the loose-fitting trousers he preferred which were easy enough to rip apart in the back, then pull from his legs.
Andvari scowled at him, but Draco flared his eyes in warning.
Andvari sighed, then helped maneuver Henry so Draco could get his clothes off as well.
Once they were all naked, Draco smiled and growled his approval. He was a very, very lucky man. The Goddess had blessed him. His stomach rumbled and he smelled Cecil growing closer with their feast before he heard him. The butler entered the room pushing a cart loaded with food.
“Where should I put this, Master Draco?”
“In the sitting room.” Words were difficult for him at the moment. He preferred communicating with grunts and groans when his dragon took the lead. It was easier. His mind ran on instinct alone, and he’d forgotten how much he enjoyed sinking into it.
Cecil smiled and pushed the cart into the round area beneath the turret. It was cozy enough for them, with pillows and a nice view out the windows. His mates would be comfortable.
“Let me know if you require anything else.”
Draco nodded then turned back to the bed.
He lifted Andvari, who made a growl of protest. Draco shushed him with a kiss then carried him into the sitting room.
He placed him on one of the pillows, kissing him soundly once more, before returning to the bed.
He scooped Henry up, rousing him in the process.
Henry thumped his shoulder in annoyance. “I want to sleep, Draco.”
“Eat,” Draco said. He set him down on Andvari’s lap, not willing to hear any other protest.
Henry scowled and started to argue, but his stomach growled its agreement with Draco’s decision.
Andvari wrapped his arms around Henry and held him tight. “His dragon is in control, Henry. Look at him. His mates were injured and now he needs to take care of us. Let him do it, okay?”
Henry sighed and nodded. Draco leaned down to give him a tender kiss, his eyes flaring at Henry’s easy submission. Such a good mate.
He went to Eduard next and found the griffin waiting for him. He rolled to the side, his hard cock slipping from Sawyer’s hole. He grinned, wicked and strong, and Draco purred in approval. Yes, they’d all be fucked open soon, his griffin one of them. So strong and powerful. Beautiful.
Draco lifted Eduard and carried him into the other room, setting him tenderly next to Henry and Andvari.
Sawyer was next, his brow furrowed as he moved his hips back, seeking the cock he’d been pulled away from.
Draco scooped him up and kissed him sweetly before carrying him to Eduard.
The griffin had arranged himself appropriately, his cock held out so Draco could lower Sawyer back onto it.
Sawyer sighed and leaned his chest back against Eduard's, his eyes opening in confusion a moment later. “What…”
“Shh,” Eduard whispered. “Just sit here and enjoy, okay?”
Draco filled a plate with food and carried it around to Andvari.
He held some meat between his fingers and offered it to him.
Andvari accepted it and smiled happily at him.
Draco rumbled and handed him the rest of the plate.
Henry reached for a bite but before Draco could complain, Andvari moved it out of his reach.
“Hold on, love.”
Draco made a second plate then took it to Henry.
He offered him a bite of fruit. His youngest mate had a bit of a sweet tooth and especially liked to mix his savory and sweet.
Henry met his eyes as he opened his mouth, letting Draco place the plump berry between his lips.
He closed them around Draco’s finger, giving them a little nip before he pulled back, taking the fruit with him.
Draco leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss before handing him his plate.
Next, Eduard. He made sure to give him extra protein as he’d need it rebuild his strength from the blood loss.
He carried the plate over and held out a bite of roasted pork for Eduard, who accepted it with a pleased smile.
Draco leaned in and kissed him as well, just for the hell of it.
He handed Eduard his plate, then ran his hand over Eduard’s glorious sun-kissed red hair.
Then he went back to the cart for this last mate.
What treats to give Sawyer? He was paler than Draco would have liked, clearly stressed out and exhausted.
He piled his plate with treats and little sweets that would please Sawyer’s tendency to nibble his way through a meal.
He carried it over to him, holding out a plump strawberry.
Sawyer looked up at him with a beautiful smile. “You know, a week ago, you’d have been freaking out over the germs.”
Draco managed not to pout that Sawyer hadn’t accepted his offering but only because Sawyer was smiling so prettily.
“I love your dragon,” Sawyer said. “You’re perfect and strong and so beautiful.” He sighed and leaned his head to the side. “I’m glad you’re mine.”
Draco grinned and held the berry closer. Sawyer took a bite, then reached out and grabbed Draco’s hand. He pulled him forward, wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, and hugged him tight.
He couldn’t hide his purr of pleasure, his dragon rumbling at his mate being so proud of him.
When Sawyer pulled back and accepted his plate, Draco went one last time to make one for himself.
He piled it high with roasted meats and cheeses and added a hunk of crusty bread to sop up any juices that escaped the meat.
His belly grumbled, ready for him to feed it, so he moved around and sat beside Eduard.
Sawyer lifted himself up, spun around, and sat back down on Draco’s lap.
“Gonna feed me, big guy?”
Draco rumbled and held out a small chunk of meat from his plate. Sawyer accepted it, sucking Draco’s fingers clean after he plucked the meat away. “Mmm.”
Draco checked on the others, finding them all with their faces buried in their plates. He grinned again, well pleased that he’d chosen the best foods for them. He offered Sawyer another bite of fruit and grinned ridiculously when Sawyer accepted it. He’d never been so happy.
Sawyer reached down to the plate and picked up a slice of roasted chicken. He held it out to Draco. He couldn’t help his shiver and pulled Sawyer close as he took the bite of food into his mouth.
Sawyer squirmed around on his lap, wiggling his way so he could cuddle against Draco’s chest. He let out a little sigh and relaxed completely.
“I like you like this. I mean, not all the time,” Sawyer said.
“But caveman mate is kinda cool sometimes. You’re really cute when you’re all growly and non-vocal.
Lucky for me, I’ve had years of practice reading your face and know you’re a happy dragon in there. ”
Draco stroked his hand down Sawyer’s back, letting Sawyer’s words wash over him, soothing his other half.
He continued eating, building his strength.
The others did as well. He and Sawyer continued to feed each other, his dragon growing full and content as Sawyer continued whispering his words of praise.