Page 52 of Connor and the Dragons

Then I turned to Kessrin. I slid a hand under his robe and down the curve of his ass, and pressed two fingers into his hole. He was slick and soft and still open from Oallian’s cock, and he grabbed my shoulders and whimpered into my neck.

“I think it’s sexy as hell that you two fucked without me,” I said against his ear. “I like knowing he can take care of you when I’m busy.” I kissed him, slow, until he went loose against my chest, and then I took my fingers back. “Now get dressed, both of you. We have company coming.”

They were buttoned and laced, more or less, by the time the knock came. Moerrven ducked through the door first, wearing his cat on his shoulder like an accessory and carrying the landlady’s teapot.

“We brought bread, cheese, and more of those berry tarts,” he said.

Oallian giggled and helped himself to one out of Sky’s basket before it had reached the table.

“Morning, neighbors,” Sky sang out. “Eat up. From the sounds of it, you guys worked off a lot of calories last night. And this morning.”

Moerrven started choking, and Sky clapped him on the back.

“I think we should go shopping,” Sky continued. “Because you’re playing a rich guy, and a rich guy wouldn’t clothe his treasures in the same cloak twice.”

“There is nothing wrong with the cloak,” Kessrin said. He was at the little table with both hands wrapped around his teacup. The cup was steaming and his fingers weren’t frosting the glaze. He reached for a pastry as Sky passed by and took a delicate bite, and I leaned down and kissed him on the top of the head, smiling into his hair.

“There’s nothing wrong with the cloak,” Sky agreed, unpacking the basket. “For a first impression. The next party is a second impression. Connor would show off his boyfriends.” He shot me a grin with entirely too much knowledge in it.

I bit back the instinctive urge to tell Sky they were not my boyfriends, not because they were my boyfriends, but because I didn’t want to risk Kessrin’s nerves returning.

“I hope you both slept well,” Sky said to my dragons, all innocence.

“They slept fine,” I said. “We were helping Kess with his nerves.”

Moerrven choked again, and Sky’s eyebrows shot up. “A nickname for a dragon, huh?” He looked at Kessrin, who chose that moment to study a small still life on the wall.

“The walls are thin,” Moerrven said, as he poured himself a cup of tea.

Kessrin continued to study the still life with tremendous dignity and a slight pink tint to his cheeks.

Oallian opened his mouth, and I put a tart in it, and the conversation, thankfully, moved to logistics, as Sky and Moerrven detailed what they’d learned about what impressed the wizards of the Liminal Order. Sex and sensuality, mostly, it seemed, with a side dose of magic. When breakfast was complete, we jogged down the stairs as a group and out into the foggy streets of Limin City.

As we walked away from the inn, I tugged on the aetherwoven bracelet on my wrist, making sure it was secure, then checked to see that Oallian hadn’t left his under a pillow again. It wouldn’t do to have him spouting off in Qoksmere’s common tongue in the middle of Limin City, and thankfully, the magic prevented that.

Sky and Moerrven dropped us at the door of the tailor who had made our first outfits before heading off to the library for some last-minute research. The shop sat two bridges east, a narrow place with good light, and the proprietor took one look at Kessrin and lit up like a man given a second chance at his life’s work.

“Master wizard! I had hoped you would come back. A new silk came in on yesterday’s barge, and the moment I unrolled it I thought of your consort. I have already started on something, if you will indulge me.”

I stood in the middle of the shop holding a leash and my composure while he hurried one of my dragons behind a screen.

No, not my dragons. The dragons.

It was midnight blue, silk that poured when he moved, cut low and open down the chest with silver fastenings that did nothing except decorate, and a hood lined in pale gray fur. When Kessrin stepped around the screen in it he was watching my face for a verdict, and my mouth went dry.

“Turn around,” I said. He turned. The back of it, beneath a split in the cloak, was clearly designed to let him be fucked while fully dressed. “Yeah. That one.”

“It is excessive,” Kessrin said, in the voice of a man hoping to be overruled.

“That one,” Oallian agreed.

“Do pets get to choose outfits?” Kessrin asked icily, his cheeks still pink and pleased.

“They do when agreeing with their masters,” I said. “And that cloak is perfection.”

The tailor preened. “When do you need it by? I can finish it by the end of the week.”

“We’ll need it sooner. Two days at the most,” I said, and he nodded, eager to please.