Page 48 of Connor and the Dragons

I pouted up at him, and he laughed, swiping his thumb across my lips the way he had with Oallian. “You can have me back in a minute if you like, I’m just a little sensitive. But you did very well.”

Oallian didn’t seem to want to leave me, he held me tight against his hips, breathing hard. I dropped my forehead to the blanket and let it happen, not yet ready to be empty, even when Oallian’s cock softened inside me.

They lowered me down into the warm wreck of the bed and put themselves on either side of me, and Oallian turned my head and licked a stripe of Connor’s cum off of my lips.

“See? Better than pastries,” he said, grinning. Then he noticed the cum striping my stomach and sent Connor a pleading look.

“Fine, lick him clean, little slut,” Connor said, laughing, and Oallian pushed me onto my back and started to lick, moaning in pleasure as he gently took my spent cock between his lips.

Connor stood and slipped out the door, then returned with a warm damp cloth and some water. He made a cranky Oallian release me, then cleaned me and made me drink, and I smiled, feeling warm and fuzzy and a little distant, not quite able to gather my thoughts into something that made sense. Oallian curled against my back, furnace-warm, his arm heavy over my waist, and pressed his mouth once, deliberately, to the nape of my neck.

I turned and kissed him, thanking him for what he’d done for me as Connor set the cloth and the cup aside, then settled into bed in front of me. Connor studied me for a long moment before kissing my lips again and again, then tugging my thigh over his hip and holding me close, our soft, spent cocks pressed together.

“Shh. Sleep,” Connor said against my hair. “We have you. You’re safe.”

“As if a human could protect a dragon,” I whispered.

He chuckled. “You’ll keep my body safe, and I’ll keep your mind safe, deal?”

I nodded, blushing, and he leaned in and kissed me again.

“You are very good at this,” I said.

“What can I say? It’s my one skill.”

“What about me?” Oallian asked, squirming closer. “What’s my job?”

“Do fucktoys have any other job but to fuck?” Connor asked.

Oallian groaned happily, his cock twitching valiantly against my ass and telling me Connor had somehow said the exact right thing. “I don’t suppose we do, Sir. But I can protect you if necessary.”

“I would not take such a risk with you, sweetheart,” Connor said. “We will not lose you to Vyranthos.”

I wrapped a hand around Oallian’s, affirming Connor’s words, and Oallian sighed happily. Sleep took me before I could let my mind wander anywhere else but here, between them, where I belonged.

CHAPTER 17: OALLIAN

We woke wrapped together, and I wondered if I could arrange to wake touching both of them for the rest of my life. I shifted closer to Kessrin, burying my face in his hair, and shivered a little.

“You’re cold, Kess,” Connor murmured.

He was right. The man who had gone to sleep as warm as fresh bread had cooled off in the night, all the way back down to the temperature of a cellar wall.

“I am an ice dragon. Cold is my natural condition.” Kessrin’s voice was sleepy, and he pressed his ice dragon ass against my stomach, which made me smile and shiver at the same time.

“You were warm last night,” Connor said, sitting up and stretching.

“Last night was the exception. I slept well, and I am perfectly able to do my work today. There is nothing here that requires your attention.”

Connor looked at him for a while with one eyebrow up. Then he nodded, either because he believed Kessrin or because he didn’t want a fight. He kissed Kessrin on the forehead and kissed me on the mouth and took his towel down the hall to the bath.

Kessrin stood and put on a robe, then shooed me out of the bed so he could make it, tucking the corners tightly.

“I was still sleeping,” I whined.

“We are on a mission,” Kessrin said as he coiled last night’s silver chains into a neat circle on the nightstand, and lined up all three pairs of boots by the door in order of size, and hung my harness on a hook I had not known we had. He found my aetherwoven bracelet where I’d left it, under the bed next to the nightstand, and put it somewhere he deemed more sensible, which turned out to be a little dish on the dresser.

I picked the bracelet back up out of the dish, sat on the edge of the bed, and turned it over in my fingers. Kessrin was leaving a little frost on everything he touched. Three of the beads on my bracelet were ice, and there was a whole feathery handprint on Connor’s glossy black boots.