Page 58 of Connor and the Dragons

I put my hand around his ankle. Under the frost and under all of it his skin was blood warm, the whole way up the bone.

Connor tightened his hand around my leash and tugged me forward.

“You’ve been very good,” he said. “You may have your treat. Clean him up. He may orgasm in your mouth.”

I was on him before the word had finished.

The frost melted the moment my mouth touched it. The first pass of my dragon-hot tongue took a whole stripe of it away and left the skin underneath cold and hard and slick. There was a click, and someone must have released Kessrin’s restraints, because his hands drove into my curls, tangling in my hair and holding me tight against him as he began to fuck my mouth in front of a crowd of people, moaning with pleasure.

I was marginally aware of Connor turning to Harrowgate, saying something about frost magic as I flattened my tongue and made the flicking motion I knew drove Kessrin’s knees to buckle. I reached around, bracing my hands on the backs of his thighs, supporting him as I allowed him entrance to my throat.

His muscles quivered under my touch, and his cock was warming now, filling me so completely that I could barely find a chance to breathe. I fucking got off on that, on his pleasure being even more important than my breath.

“The last time I saw frost worked was years ago,” Harrowgate said. “A very talented wizard, but I never saw her apply it in an erotic context. Your skill is fascinating.”

I took Kessrin down as far as he would go, and the cold taste of him ran back along my tongue and down my throat, the last of the frost melting away as my heat overtook him. I angled my head, allowing him to thrust all of the way into my throat, moaning as my lips brushed against the base of him.

I wanted to devour him, to consume him, to be bonded together like this, his cock so deep inside me that it was a part of me, and every time he pulled back, I surged forward to meet his next thrust, no longer sure which of us was in control, or which of us was enjoying this more.

I looked up at his face, at his soft, open mouth and his glazed over eyes.

Okay, maybe he was enjoying it more, but I was a damn close second.

His hands tightened, pulling a little, and the sharp pain made me moan, my hips rutting involuntarily now as my cock strained against leather like it was ready to battle its way out.

Above me the conversation went on, something about training and names I had never heard. I was proud of him even with my mouth full.

“How long have you kept them as yours?” Harrowgate said.

“Long enough.”

“Your consort is remarkable.”

“He is.”

Kessrin’s hands tightened and he thrust harder and faster, a curse slipping from his lips. Connor’s hand settled onto the back of my neck, warm and heavy, and stayed there, making sure I stayed open for Kessrin.

“Look down, sweetheart,” he said to Kessrin. “Our pet is going to drink you down.”

I looked up. Under the hood, Kessrin was looking down at me with his eyes gone wide and dark in the middle and his cheekbones gone pink, and his mouth was open, soft moans spilling from his lips with every thrust. I held him tightly, in case his orgasm took his ability to stand, and swallowed deliberately around his shaft, letting out a soft moan that I knew would vibrate every inch of him.

“Oh,” he whispered.

“You can let go,” Connor said. “He’ll take it. Won’t you, pet?”

I hummed my yes around him and slid my tongue against his slit, as if I could coax the delicious salty treat out of him. This was far better than any chocolate mousse.

Kessrin’s whole body went rigid from the heels up and his hands tugged my hair hard enough to hurt as he yanked me deeper onto him. I didn’t mind, because I had something better, his cum flooding across my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed it down, moaning happily. Connor was still talking to Harrowgate, but his fingers tightened on the back of my neck.

The audience applauded as I shifted back a little, cleaning the cum off of him with long slow passes as his hands loosened in my hair, his weight sinking into my hands just a little. Then I settled my cheek against his thigh, lips still pressed to his balls as his fingers combed through my hair. He was blood warm everywhere, and it occurred to me that Connor’s efforts had done more than we’d planned. We’d calmed our ice dragon until he had no ice left in him anywhere.

When I looked up, the audience had wandered away, but Harrowgate had not.

“Your submissives are fascinating. Quite beautiful, truly.” He was speaking to Connor, but looking at Kessrin. “I hold a small gathering at my house every fortnight, and the next one just happens to be two nights from now. It’s quite intimate, nothing on this scale, no crowd, forty people at the very most, but I have a feeling the young man in the hood would enjoy it immensely.”

I smiled against Kessrin’s thigh, because this was the invite we’d been waiting for. Then I gently sucked on one of his balls, just because it was right there, and I didn’t want him to feel too worried. He let out a soft grunt, hands tightening in my hair once again.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Connor said. “My pet is quite happy anywhere, but tonight was quite taxing for my consort. He is shy.”