Page 151 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Sawyer

Sawyer had claimed the overstuffed chair in what he was calling the library of the house. The room had one wall of bookcases, several big leather club chairs with ottomans, and a large dark wood table where Sawyer had planned on finishing his final project.

His ass wasn’t having any of it, though. The mere thought of his hole had it twitching and Sawyer groaned. His head fell back against the arm rest and he cursed his mind for reminding him of the pounding he’d taken the night before.

He ached. There was no other way to describe it. And his ass was so tender he couldn’t bear sitting down. Needless to say, the wooden chairs that surrounded the work table were out. No way could he handle sitting on one of them. He’d tried and jumped back up again with a yelp of pain.

Sawyer ended up finding a comfortable position sitting sideways in one of the club chairs. He’d stuffed a pillow behind his back and draped his knees over the opposite arm. Henry was sitting the same way in a chair beside him with one of the books on magic Eduard had brought on his lap.

“Stop thinking about it,” Henry said with a laugh.

“I can’t!”

Henry snickered again and raised his eyes. Draco came rambling into the room again, still mostly dragon. He’d brought them both little bits of food all morning, offering Sawyer a strawberry and Henry a bite of cheese. Then he brought little bits of egg, or meat, or other fruit. And then warm croissants.

Sawyer had a little stack of gifts beside his chair. A pretty flower obviously plucked from outside somewhere. A brand new laptop in a box. He’d given Henry a shiny new tablet that wasn’t even on the market yet. And a pretty rock that was smoothed by years of water and glistened whenever the light hit it.

He’d brought Sawyer his favorite T-shirt, so soft and worn it was nearly see-through in a few places. Henry had on another of his shirts. They were both swimming in them, but Draco had given them both heated glares when he’d pulled the material over their heads.

“It’s totally not fair that Eduard and Andvari aren’t going through this. Just because we’re human doesn’t mean he has to go all caveman and protective. Do any of your books say how long he’s going to be like this?” Sawyer asked.

Henry shook his head. “Probably a while. I mean, how long has he been waiting for a chance to have sex with his mate? Not to mention what he did to Eduard. And me. Oh, goddess, I’ll be having happy dreams about that for the rest of my life.”

Sawyer scowled and shoved at the book he’d been pretending to read. “I can’t believe you let me sleep through it all.”

“Ha!” Henry burst out laughing for several minutes, earning another glare from Sawyer. “Sleep through it. You were unconscious, dude. He literally fucked all your brain cells out. I couldn’t have revived you if I tried.”

Sawyer grumbled again. “It’s not fair.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get to see it all again. I’m surprised he hasn’t made you drop your pants again so he can check on your ass.”

If Sawyer had something available to throw, he would have tossed it at Henry’s head. “Don’t say that out loud! If he hears you, he’ll remember.”

“Oh, please. Like you mind having his fingers up your ass. I can see your face, remember?”

Sawyer grumped again. “I’m going to tell him to check on you next time.”

“Please do. I remember what those magic fingers feel like. I would not mind feeling them again.”

“Yeah, well, wait until you get his monster dick up your ass. You won’t be able to walk straight either.”

Henry sighed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Can’t wait.”

“Perv.”

As if conjured, Draco appeared with the little pot of salve Eduard must have provided in his hand. He made a beeline for Sawyer. Sawyer held up his hands and pouted his bottom lip out. He made sure to give Draco his best puppy eyes as a bonus. “Drake, Henry said his ass is hurting. You should check him. I think he needs you to help him too.”

“Hey!” Henry started to protest, but Draco’s head had pivoted to him. Sawyer bit back his snicker as Draco changed direction. Before Henry could so much as squawk in protest, Draco had him bent over the arm of the chair with his shorts around his ankles. He rubbed the cooling salve across Henry’s hole, rumbling comfortingly in his ear the entire time.

Of course, watching made Sawyer’s dick twitch, which made him clench his ass. He let out a quiet groan and Draco’s neck turned. He locked a flame-eyed stare on him, then reached out his hand. Sawyer almost refused, but then Draco frowned and looked so damn sad he couldn’t deny him.

“Oh hell,” Sawyer sighed. He rolled to the side and stood and before he could so much as blink, he was bent over the same chair arm as Henry with his bare ass on display.

Draco rumbled again and Sawyer felt his fingers dip into his hole. He gasped as the salve tingled and Draco pushed his finger deeper. Henry made a similar sound. Sawyer looked back and watched as Draco pushed into them at the same time.

He wrapped an arm over Henry’s shoulders, then tugged his head close for a kiss. Draco made a happy sound, then added a second finger. Sawyer whimpered, his cock full and leaking after just a few strokes. He pushed back, letting Draco’s fingers go deeper. Henry licked at his lips, both of them moving in time.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight,” Eduard said from the door. He walked slowly over to them, pausing only to kiss Draco, then sat down in the same chair they were using for support. “Don’t pause on my account.”