Page 177 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

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.