Page 152 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Draco grumbled and thrust into them again. His fingers weren’t anywhere near as thick as his cock but they were wide enough to cause Sawyer’s hole to clench. “Dammit, Eduard. You’re supposed to save my ass, not get him to use it some more.”

“Oh, you’re going to have to get used to this. I have a feeling you’re going to be more sore than not for a while. Don’t worry, though. The salve should fix you up. You’re already so much better than last night.”

Yeah, Sawyer knew he wasn’t anywhere near as sore as he had been and wondered what kind of griffin magic he’d infused into the salve. Then again, magic wasn’t supposed to work on him so maybe it was just some sort of secret ancient formula. He’d heard those pharaohs were a kinky bunch, so surely they’d had some sort of lube they’d perfected.

Henry cried out beside him, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

Sawyer grinned. “He found your happy spot.”

Draco grumbled, then twisted his fingers inside Sawyer until he made the same noise. “Oh fuck. Right there.”

Sawyer braced himself with one hand and reached for Henry’s cock with the other. He gave it a firm stroke, then matched Draco’s rhythm. Henry began to gasp, then he cried out as he shot his load over the side of the chair. Draco kept thrusting, not stopping even as Sawyer felt his own release begin to crest. Henry cried out again, his cock spurting another load as Sawyer hit the mark and came with his cock untouched. He’d never admit that Draco had given him a third finger, the added stretch being what he needed to put him over the edge.

Draco pulled his fingers out with a happy hum, then pulled Henry up from his slouch. He cradled him gently in his arms and carried him from the room. Sawyer pushed himself over the arm of the chair and landed in Eduard’s lap with a huff.

“You did that on purpose.”

Eduard ran his hand through Sawyer’s hair with a smile. “Maybe.”

He traced his other hand over Sawyer’s stomach and down to his sticky cock. “You’ve created a monster.”

“With him, or you?”

“Hmm. With both of us. I wonder how you’d handle my lion side.”

Sawyer groaned and rolled his head to the side. “I don’t even want to think about it right now.”

Eduard laughed and dipped his fingers between Sawyer’s legs. His hole was still twitching from Draco’s fingers so it was easy for Eduard to slide one of his slimmer ones inside.

“Such a sweet hole,” Eduard said. “But I’ll let you rest now.”

“What a gentleman,” Sawyer griped and Eduard moved his hand away.

“Do you need anything?” Eduard asked with a smile.

“Something to read while I lay here and don’t move. Which means you can’t move either so you can’t get me anything.”

“Cecil!”

“Eduard! I’m naked!”

With a huff, Eduard reached for the pillow in the chair Sawyer had abandoned earlier and shoved it over his crotch as the butler entered the room.

“Yes, Master Eduard?”

“Will you bring Sawyer one of those sports drinks please? He needs to replace some fluids. And something light for lunch today, I think. The dragon seems to want to hand feed the boys as part of his mating ritual.”

“Not a problem, sir.”

“And will you hand me that book, please? Sawyer has finally gotten comfortable and I’d hate to make him move.”

Sawyer thought he was going to die from embarrassment. He was sitting in Eduard’s lap, stark naked, while the man talked about him like it was an everyday occurrence. Cecil handed Eduard the book, then walked quietly from the room.

“I do hope you’ll outgrow this embarrassment soon. Trust me when I say Cecil has seen much worse. You should have seen me during my early years. My hormones were all over the place. I think I even fucked a chair at one point. Oh, those were the days.”

“Shut up and read to me,” Sawyer complained. He pulled the pillow from his crotch and tucked it behind his head before closing his eyes and letting out a slow, relaxed breath.

Eduard opened the book before glancing down to Sawyer. “Would you like to hear the prophecy of the Chosen One?”