Page 23 of Connor and the Dragons

“Who’s the man with her?” Kessrin asked.

“Why, that’s her pet, obviously. They keep devoted servants with them at all times to tend to their needs. Lucky bastard, huh?” The food vendor clapped me on the back, then walked off down the lane, shouting about his wares.

Beneath the hood, Kessrin’s cheeks had gone pink. “Do you think it’s sexual?”

“Obviously,” Connor said, and pulled me along by the sleeve.

Being towed by the sleeve, by Connor, while thinking about what that might be like if I was clad in leather and completely owned made my cock swell against the straps. The cage bit down, painfully tight, until I softened once again. Kessrin’s head turned to follow them all the way to the corner, too. And a little curl of frost crept out along his cuff before he crushed it against his coat.

“The lodging house is just ahead,” he said. “Do not tell the proprietor that we are seeking someone. It’s best if we appear to meet Sky and Moerrven by chance.”

Connor nodded. “Makes sense. Draws less attention.”

“Exactly.”

At the door, a gray-haired, cheerful woman let us in, and told us that she had a room available. As Kessrin negotiated, I took a moment to daydream about what I’d look like in a leather harness and collar, interrupted only when cheerful laughter echoed down the stairwell, and Connor’s shoulders dropped a full inch at the sound of it.

“Sky,” he whispered. “He’s okay.”

“Of course he’s okay,” I said. “He happens to be the most likely to be okay of any person I’ve ever met. And I should know, I kidnapped him once.”

Connor smiled at me a little, then glanced at Kessrin, who was procuring a key.

“Let me know if you need anything,” the landlady said. “Oh and the married couple staying across from you own a cat. It meows a lot.”

“I love cats!” I said, clapping my hands.

Connor pinched me. “Do not mention how crunchy they are.”

“Actually they’re rather soft, their bones are—”

Connor pinched me harder. My cock quite liked that. I snapped my mouth shut and adjusted my trousers, trying to see if I could shift the cock cage, just a little, and trudged up the stairs behind Kessrin’s rather lovely little ass.

Fine, Connor was right. Kessrin was stunning, especially that ass, which was round and pert and—

“Holy shit, Con!”

Moerrven’s hand clapped over Sky’s mouth before he could say more.

“Good day, stranger,” Kessrin said. “It seems we shall be neighbors. Perhaps you could invite us in for a cup of tea.”

“Brilliant acting,” I muttered. This time, Kessrin was the one who pinched me. My cock liked that, too.

We tumbled into Sky and Moerrven’s apartment, all laughter and Sky talking way too fast, and hugging Connor, then me, then Connor again, making note of the fact that I didn’t look blurry around the edges at all.

“Vyranthos is well contained,” I said. “Connor has a technique.”

Sky looked from me to Connor and back, waiting for the technique, but neither of us shared it.

“So you can reach him, the way I did in the cave?” Sky asked.

“Yeah.” That, Connor was willing to admit. “I can.”

“Fuck, that’s incredible. I can’t believe you’re here, Con!” Sky said, hugging his brother again. “We’ve been working with encrypted text, and you are the perfect person to help! I was telling Moerrven I wish I had your skills the other day.”

“That is why we’ve come,” Kessrin said. “That and Connor made some rather strict demands about seeing that you were okay.”

“The landlady says you’re a married couple,” Connor said, holding his brother off by the shoulders. “I missed your wedding?”