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soul-deep craving to trust, to turn over her worries and her problems
to the man who owned her, to this man who would settle for nothing less than
everything.
    “Come, Summer,” he commanded, sending her
to heights that left her boneless, upright only because she was in the warm
security created by his open thighs and enfolding arms.
    Perfect ,
Jubal thought, trapped in his mate’s lush scent and sultry heat, his body
surrounding hers as she trembled and sighed in the aftermath of the release
he’d given her. She was beyond perfect and soon she would trust him with the
secret he’d already unraveled.
    She didn’t desire the blond human and
wasn’t enthralled by him. Yet she’d admitted she’d come to Chains because of
him and would have played with him—a thought that had dragon fire sliding up
Jubal’s throat and his hand smoothing over her flat belly before claiming her
cunt in a possessive cupping. There could only be one reason for it. Treasure.
    Few humans were aware of magic or knew of
the supernatural beings they shared their world with. But that didn’t preclude
them from seeking the same objects a dragon might seek, if for different
reasons.
    He nuzzled his mate’s neck, decided to
delay questioning her further. The heat of her bare mound was burning bliss
against his palm, her slick folds an invitation he couldn’t ignore.
    He pushed a finger inside her, then a
second. Swollen tissue resisted the invasion even as her channel rippled
against his fingers and clamped down on them in hungry claiming.
    She arched her back, sexual lassitude
lessening at his touch, becoming renewed desire, enhanced when he again ordered
her to watch Nisien.
    His cousin had finished paddling his playmate
and was now preparing to fuck him. The human male was so ready to be filled
that he was humping against the belly rest, struggling against coming as Nisien
took him in hand, unrolling a condom and sliding it over the submissive’s cock
before doing the same to his own.
    Summer’s hips moved, subtly mimicking the
male’s pumping as she fucked herself on his fingers. She was sopping wet,
quivering with each of his caresses, making him fight against the need to give
her his cock.
    The male in front of them cried out in
ecstasy as he was breached. And even tethered tightly he tried to rock
backward, to hurry the moment when he was fully impaled by Nisien’s cock.
    Summer panted softly, arching her back and
pressing her breast more deeply into Jubal’s hand in a pleading for him to
manipulate her nipple. With each of Nisien’s thrusts, her sheath tightened on
his fingers in a silent begging to be fucked.
    Jubal survived the torment, but only
barely. By the time Nisien gave his sub permission to come and did so himself,
Jubal was nearly wrapped around Summer, her scent and heat the entirety of his
world, the craving to cover her, naked flesh to naked flesh, a pounding demand
he wouldn’t be able to fight against much longer.
    “Come,” he ordered, her ready obedience and
cry of pleasure deepening his satisfaction, as did the long moments of
trembling that followed as her channel continued to spasm and flutter.
    He pulled his fingers from her sultry
depths and carried the evidence of her arousal to her lips, felt the harsh scorching
of impending release when she latched onto his fingers, sucking greedily.
    Enough! Enough! Enough! his cock howled, and he was in full agreement.
    “Face me,” he ordered, somehow managing to
retain some control over his voice so it came out as command rather than
desperate acknowledgment of hunger.
    She turned, using movement as an excuse to
place her hands on his thighs.
    He covered them lest they stray, smiled
inwardly because a docile mate really wouldn’t please him as much as this
female who liked to tempt and challenge.
    She kept her head bowed in a demure
posture, as if moments earlier her hands hadn’t been tangled in his hair,
demanding release, then anchored there as she was rocked