The Dragon Pits by Derr Megan

Author:Derr, Megan [Derr, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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St. George & the Dragon

“What is up with you?”

Conway shook his head and ignored Tricia, intent upon the man across the room. So fine and sexy.

“You’re soaking wet, Con! Christ, do you know what jackets and umbrellas are?”

“Yes,” Conway said, growling low. “I don’t need them.”

Tricia rolled her eyes. “You’re crazy.”

Conway finally looked at her, growl turning into a snarl. “Leave me alone.”

“Okay,” Tricia replied, paling and swiftly retreating.

Feeling sort of guilty, but not guilty enough to apologize, Conway wished he was back out walking the streets of the city and not here on yet more business.

It was a beautiful night, rainy and chilly. He could stay out in it all night. The only thing he loved more was the man across the room. He looked like spring. Soft blonde curls and bright green eyes, a dusting of freckles across his nose.

It was the freckles he liked best. Rafael was so stern looking, despite his features…but the freckles completely ruined that when you were close enough to see them. He wanted to kiss every last one, then move on to the rest of that fine, slender body. Rafael would barely come up to his shoulder, which Conway thought was perfect. Then he could hold him close and protected and snarl at anyone who tried to upset him.

Ignoring the looks he got for walking around soaking wet, dripping water everywhere, he crossed the cozy bakery cafe and waited patiently for Rafael to look up.

Look up he did, and a faint smile formed on his face. It made Conway happy. “Raf, boss wants you.”

Rafael’s smile died, and he gave a terse nod. “Did he say why?”

Conway shrugged. “He never tells me.”

“Right,” Rafael said with a frown. Slowly he packed up his books and papers, then swallowed a last bite of muffin. Slinging his messenger bag over one shoulder, he finally stood up. “Would you like something to eat, Conway?”

Conway looked at him, surprised. No one ever gave him treats. He hesitated, waiting for the catch even though he knew Rafael wasn’t like that because otherwise he wouldn’t wish and long and want for this man to claim him as Owner.

Which he never would. Because the Boss had taken Conway, and kept him chained. Even now he could feel the restraining drugs in his system, keeping most of his draconic instincts dormant. That wouldn’t change until he was pitted tomorrow.

Then Rafael gave another of his small smiles, but didn’t quite look at him as he spoke. “They have fresh pumpkin squares.”

Conway growled low. He’d smelled them coming in, but had tried to ignore it. Pumpkin. No one ever let him have pumpkin, except after he’d made a particularly bloody victory. “Yes, please.”

Rafael reached up suddenly and pushed back a damp strand of Conway’s black hair. His fingers burned where they touched his skin, and all the drugs in the world, Conway knew, could not keep the heat from his eyes.

This man should be his Owner. “Rafael…”

“I’ll get your pumpkin squares,” Rafael said, voice rough.

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