Page 31 of Connor and the Dragons

“I know, sweetheart. I felt him with my fingers,” Connor said, drawing soothing circles across my back as I set the pace, slow, steady, impaling myself on his cock again and again. Oallian held for me, shaking with the effort of stillness.

“What do you think, Kess? This cock is yours to use however you like. He’ll just sit there and take it like the good boy he is.”

Connor moved in closer, and his clothed chest pressed against my bare back, cotton and warmth and the beat of his heart, and his hands closed over my hips and took the rhythm away from me entirely. He moved me. He rolled my hips down onto Oallian’s cock in long slow waves, his mouth at the back of my neck.

“Good boy, fuck our big dragon like he needs to be fucked,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re so fucking sexy, those noises you make every time his cock hits you just right.”

I hung between the two of them, the heat below and the command behind, being moved like something precious, and the thought arrived in the ruins of me with terrible clarity. This was perfect. It was too perfect. Perfect things were not things I got to keep.

Then Oallian made a small wrecked sound under me and Connor’s grip tightened and there was no room left in my body for anything but them.

“Connor,” I managed. “Please.”

“Not yet,” he said, low and sure against my ear, and I looked down at my hands on Oallian’s chest, bare and blood-warm and leaving no frost at all.

CHAPTER 12: CONNOR

Kessrin shuddered against my chest and obeyed me, his body shaking with desperation as Oallian worked to stay still beneath him.

I was kneeling on a rented bed in a foreign country, fully clothed, with the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen quivering in my arms as he was impaled on the cock of a sexy fire dragon that was all heat and poor impulse control.

I was losing my goddamn mind, that was the only explanation. I was about to fuck two men.

Correction: two male dragons. Why had I bothered to try and pretend I wasn’t attracted to men? I was attracted to submission, attracted to people who let me toy with them and control them. These two were willing to give their bodies over to me at a single command—Oallian before I’d even made the command—and it was enough to completely unravel everything I’d thought I knew about myself.

I made myself slow down and watch, because watching turned out to be half of what I wanted.

Kessrin was warming, coming apart, losing his tightly-held control, and I could not look away. All that precision, all those exact sentences, breaking down one wave at a time as he rolled his hips on Oallian’s cock at the pace I set for him. His skin was warm in a way I’d never felt from him, heat rising under his skin everywhere I put my hands. I loved what Oallian had said earlier, the idea of the pretty submissive warming up when he felt safe and cared for. It made me want to keep him warm always.

Preferably, while stuffing his pretty body with cock, making him shake and quiver and writhe for me.

Under him, Oallian was fighting for control, his hands fisted in the sheets, all that power contained by a mere command. And he’d finally fucking shut up, awe and wonder replacing his usual joyful over-enthusiasm. And as much as it scared me to let him come, to give that dangerous thing that lived inside him an opening, I desperately needed to watch it happen.

I let myself look at him the way I had been careful not to all week. Sweat shone at his throat, the muscles of his stomach jumped every time Kessrin moved, and a dark trail of hair ran down from his navel to where his cock disappeared into Kessrin’s body. My mouth went dry. Holy shit. How had I gotten this far in life without noticing that men were sexy as fuck?

I reached down and cupped his heavy balls, rolling them slow in my palm, and he hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking upward into Kessrin. With my other hand I stroked up Kessrin’s thigh, over his waist, and down to his cock, manipulating his body until it arched back against mine with his head heavy on my shoulder.

I lifted Oallian’s balls out of the way and brushed a finger tentatively against his hole. He was wet. Drenched, slick and hot, ready the way Kessrin had been ready, and when I circled one finger against him he went rigid all over and made a thin, cracked whine I had never heard from him in any of his volumes. I pushed in slow. He was scalding inside, soft, and his whole enormous body shuddered under both of us, and above him Kessrin stopped riding just to watch my hand.

“Anyone touched you here before?” I asked.

“No,” Oallian said, to the ceiling, reverent. “The dragon has never let me have it.”

“But you like it?”

“Yes. Please do not stop. Please.”

I didn’t stop. I worked him open, one finger and then two, and I watched the change come over him. He was tight and warm and I could imagine exactly what that would feel like around my cock.

The deeper he sank into being touched, being used, being kept, the steadier he held. The shimmer over his skin smoothed out. The ember glow in his eyes banked to warm orange. Vyranthos was losing ground, and every stroke of my fingers helped.

I lifted Kessrin off Oallian’s cock, which produced a bereft little sound of dismay that I would be replaying forever.

“I need to see you, sweetheart. I need to see your beautiful face while I fuck him.”

A full body shudder tore through Kessrin, and he turned around to face me, still straddling Oallian’s hips. This time, he didn’t need my help to take what he needed. He simply wrapped a hand around Oallian’s big cock and sank down onto him, eyelashes fluttering shut.

“Eyes on me,” I whispered.