Page 46 of Connor and the Dragons

Oallian was still grinning as his mouth closed over my cock, hot and devoted, and I forgot what I was going to say. Forgot how wrong Connor was.

Connor stretched out beside me, propped on one elbow, watching my face while Oallian worked, and slid a hand down my chest. His thumb found my nipple and dragged across it, slow, circled it, and my breath caught, and his mouth followed where his thumb had been, warm, the flat of his tongue soothing the peak before he gently bit it.

I arched off the bed. Below, Oallian hummed his approval around my cock and sank lower, his tongue pressed flat to the underside, dragging along the vein there as he rose, nearly releasing me, then capturing me deep in his mouth once again. Heat gathered fast at the base of my spine, my thighs pulling tight, my hands finding fistfuls of the sheets.

But if the Order knew, this was surely a trap. It would be unsafe for Connor, Sky, and everyone else. And I could not put Connor, or even the wicked Oallian in danger.

“Where did you go?” Connor asked, lifting his head. “You were enjoying yourself, and then you went cool again.”

“I can’t shake the worry that something will happen.”

Oallian spiraled his long dragon tongue around me, his lips tight at the base of my shaft as the tip focused just under the head of my cock. I lost the end of the thought.

“Oallian, take him in your throat. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

Oallian moaned, lifting his head, looking at me with a raw hunger I didn’t recognize, his lips swollen, his golden eyes blown wide with desire. Then he smiled a slow, wicked grin, and swiped his tongue across my cock head.

It occurred to me in that moment that for all his youthful exuberance, Oallian was an ancient, truly wicked creature. He licked his lips, opened his mouth and sank down, his fingers wrapping around my ass as his tight, hot mouth sank to the root of me, his throat working around my shaft. He didn’t even gag, just took it like he wanted to swallow my entire being inside him.

I let out a strangled cry, hands flying to his curls to hold him there as he swallowed, tight and hot around the head of my cock, sending heat rushing up my spine until my toes curled against the sheets.

Connor kissed his way up my chest to my throat as his hands roamed lower, cradling and twisting my balls. “You should see yourself. Flushed to your collarbones. Warm and gorgeous and fucking mine.” His teeth closed on my earlobe. “Our little fucktoy makes you feel so good, doesn’t he?”

My hands were so tight in Oallian’s hair that I was afraid I was hurting him, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t let go, and he didn’t protest. My hips were rising to meet Oallian’s rhythm now, my breath coming ragged, everything in me drawing tight and hot and close, so close, the peak right there.

“Stop,” Connor murmured.

Oallian’s mouth lifted away, and Connor’s hand flattened on my hip and pinned it to the bed, and the air of the room landed cool on my wet cock, and my hips strained up after nothing, and a sound escaped me that I had never once sanctioned.

“Why did you stop?” I whined.

“Shh.” Connor kissed me, unhurried. “You don’t get to come until your mind and body are complete mush. I want you sleeping warm between us. Oallian, no cock.”

“But it’s so yummy,” Oallian said, pouting. “Did you know cocks taste better than pastries? News to me.”

Connor laughed, leaned over and raked his hands through the dragon’s dark curls. “Taste the rest of him. Every part is yours to toy with but his cock. Why don’t you see what his hole tastes like when it’s wet for us.”

Oallian looked thrilled by that idea, and his mouth wandered lower, peppering light kisses over my thighs, then the crease of my hip. He sucked on my balls, drawing them one at a time into the wet heat of his mouth before releasing them, moaning as if he was the one being given a gift, not me.

Then he lifted my hips in his massive hands, pressed my knees against my chest, and his tongue darted against the place that only he and Connor were allowed to touch.

I stiffened, a little nervous that he wouldn’t like the taste of me, and the cold rushed back, the worries with it. What if a fight happened, and Vyranthos took control once again? What if we were bringing him to a place where he’d learn he had a taste for—

Connor bit my nipple. The sting tore through me white and bright and the cold vanished, and Oallian chose the same moment to thrust his long dragon tongue inside me, with the same greedy moan he gave when he was eating pastries.

I bucked against the bed as Oallian’s tongue pushed deep, swirling inside me, seeking out the spots that made my hips buck. Connor’s fist closed snug around the base of my cock, so tight that I couldn’t come.

“You are doing this deliberately,” I gasped.

“Until your mind is jello,” Connor said. “I do not want a single coherent thought in that overthinking, brilliant brain of yours.”

“I do not know what jello is.” I thrashed as Oallian’s tongue found a place deep inside me that made my eyes roll back. “Oh fuck.”

Connor’s hand kept moving up and down my shaft, slow and steady, keeping me lit while my thighs shook. “This is not the time or place to let your mind wander or worry. Stay here with us, all the way here. Understood?”

I whimpered. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said, pressing my thighs wider to give Oallian more access. “You are worried for us, and that’s lovely. But we’re going to ease that worry. Oallian is going to fuck you senseless with his tongue until you beg for his cock.”