Free DragonMaster by Jory Strong

urge to mount her despite the phantom touch of her tongue on his cock
when she cleaned his fingers after eating the slice of fruit.
    “I am not a harsh or unfair master, nor am
I an unreasonable one, though my word is law and my decisions final.” Not that
he’d ever be able to ignore his mate’s input.
    Her scent deepened, providing the answer to
his question before he asked it.
    “Is that the type of master you desire,
Summer?”
    “Yes.”
    His expression hardened at her small test
of his strength.
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
    He fed her a second piece. A third. A
fourth, demonstrating with each additional offering that he could provide for
her, take care of her, building layers of trust before finally selecting a
slice of peach.
    She bit, traces of juice remaining after
she’d eaten the fruit, and he had no willpower to resist her lure.
    Leaning down, he licked the juice from her
lips, captured more of the peach’s taste with the delve of his tongue, a foray
into hot depths that renewed his cock’s demand to penetrate, to be sheathed in
her body.
    His hand covered her mound, palm pressing
against her clit, rubbing in tiny circles against the naked head, his fingers
slipping into her channel, forging deeper with the lift of her hips. “Do you
trust me to see to your needs?” he asked.
    “Yes, Master.”
    The way she cuddled against him, looked at
him with trusting eyes, made him confident she would give him the answers he
sought.
    The desire for closeness that would only be
satisfied by the sheathing of his body in hers tempered his demands so he was
willing to make sharing her secret easier for her.
    He brushed his lips against hers, said,
“The blond possesses something, a treasure you came here to collect. What is
it?”
    She jerked, attempted to leave his arms.
    He prevented her escape with a show of
strength, abandoning her pussy to lock her in tight arms.
    “Tell me.” Demand instead of gentle coax.
    “Please don’t ask that of me. Please.”
    Her body was taut, her eyes begging him to
accept this limit and not push. A weaker male would have relented. Or had she
been an innocent, instead of a woman drawn to a place like this one, he might
have chosen a different course of action. But every instinct screamed that this
was too important to let go, given the magical nature of the artifact and his
own intention to leave Chains with it, whether in his possession or Nisien’s.”
    “I’ve told you I take care of what belongs
to me. You are mine. Last chance, Summer, what did you come here for?”
    Struggle was written on her face. Finally
she surrendered a tiny piece of information. “He stole something from a
friend.”
    “What?”
    “I can’t tell you.”
    Pride kept him from promising to allow her
to decide the fate of the treasure after it was retrieved as a way of gaining
her trust. “Very well then.”
    It took strength to refuse her the warm
comfort of his arms. He released her rather than continue holding her against
his chest in a cocoon of security. Forced her from his lap and onto her own
feet.
    He selected a flogger from the collection
of items in the bag then stood, noting the relief on his mate’s face that said
she would gladly accept punishment if she could keep her secret. She’d soon
discover he couldn’t be so easily manipulated.

Chapter Five
     
    Summer shook as Jubal guided her to the St.
Andrew’s cross. Her thoughts were a riot of confusion, her desires a
contradiction of imperatives.
    Jubal knew there was treasure. He had to be
a dragon and yet he hadn’t made a move on Miles, hadn’t sent Nisien to retrieve
the star ball.
    He’d concentrated his efforts on her
instead. Been the master she’d dreamed of having and confirmed with his words,
accompanied by the sense that he was talking about life away from the club
scene, that he was right for her.
    Becoming a man’s property and giving
herself over to his keeping was a path to true intimacy, to arriving at a