Page 56 of Connor and the Dragons

Harrowgate’s eyebrow climbed. Maybe this was an excuse fake wizards used all of the time. Still, he couldn’t seem to sweep his gaze away from Kessrin, and he held out a hand for a handshake. “I’m Alistair Harrowgate. I don’t believe we’ve met, have we?”

“Connor Liang. I’m new to town, from Easterly.”

“Mr. Liang, perhaps you could show our audience how you control your submissive? Do you use magic?” There was a challenge in his eyes now.

“This is a test,” I whispered in Connor’s ear, and Connor gave a curt nod.

“He enjoys temperature play, hot and cold. I use frost.”

Harrowgate’s brows shot up. “Frost? Ice magic is one of the most challenging. That I must see! I insist.”

“He does not like being watched, so I’ll have to discuss it with him.”

“Take whatever time you require,” Harrowgate said. “Settle his nerves, then bring him onto the stage. I’ll work with another volunteer in the meantime.”

“He does not—”

“That is not a request, Mr. Liang. This is a private establishment, and if you do not wish to participate, you may leave.”

Connor’s jaw ticked. “We’ll stay. Just let me talk to him. And I’ll need him bound, so he does not touch.”

“Of course.” Harrowgate lifted two fingers without looking away from Kessrin, and a man in gray broke out of the crowd fast enough that he must have been waiting for a signal. “Cuffs. Behind the back. Something that shows his form.”

Connor tugged Kessrin to the side, his hand cupping Kessrin’s chin. “You okay?”

“I can do it,” Kessrin whispered, squaring his shoulders. “We came here for a purpose, and I would not have us fail.”

Connor kissed Kessrin gently on the lips. “You are far too anxious for subterfuge. I hope this is the last time you attempt it.”

Kessrin laughed, his cheeks going a little pink. “First and last.”

“Okay. Hood stays on,” Connor said.

Kessrin’s hands lifted and checked it, both sides, and Connor smoothed it, eyes concerned.

“But the rest of you must be exposed.”

“Understood,” Kessrin said.

Connor carefully adjusted Kessrin’s cloak, so the heavy fabric hung back behind his shoulders, his body on display, but the clasp still fastened at Kessrin’s throat to make sure the hood stayed on. Then he helped Kessrin out of his trousers, carefully folding them and setting them aside, leaving the silver chains that decorated Kessrin’s chest on.

Connor cupped Kessrin’s chin once again and kissed him, hard and commanding. Kessrin leaned into it, making a soft, pleased sound. And when Connor pulled back, he had a wicked grin on his lips.

“I fucking love displaying you as mine,” he said. “Both of you.”

Kessrin’s cheeks went pink, but he did not cover himself and he did not fold his arms. He kept his hands at his sides, and his cock slowly swelled. I licked my lips, and Connor chuckled.

“Oallian, help prepare him to be on stage.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice, I was on my knees, sucking Kessrin in deep before he’d even finished talking. Connor ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me deeper onto Kessrin’s hardening cock.

Kessrin tasted like salt and ice and winter, even when he was warm. I wasn’t sure how that was possible, but it was my favorite flavor, and the only possible exception was Connor’s own taste. I could spend the rest of my life soothing Kessrin’s worries with my mouth and die happy.

He swelled large and full, his erection heavy against my tongue, and I coaxed a groan of pleasure out of him, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and holding him where I needed him, licking and sucking hungrily at his slit. If we’d been anywhere else, I’d have shoved two fingers into his hole, but the dragon moisture between his legs might give us away, so I focused all of my attention on his cock, making sure he wasn’t thinking about anything but feeding me his cum.

“Good boy,” Connor murmured, before turning and talking to Kessrin in a voice so low I couldn’t hear it over the slurping sounds of the blow job. Presumably, they were discussing their plan. The woman on stage was moaning loud enough that it was a little distracting, but I did my best to take Kessrin’s mind off his worries, swirling my tongue around him and sucking him until his fingers were curled in my hair and his hips were rutting slowly into my mouth.

Being a good boy was the best.