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of pleasure tempted him to
unzip right there and feel her lips on his cock. A shudder of pleasure rippled
through him at imagining it, and just as quickly, he felt a tingling at the
insides of his wrists where his mating spurs lay in hidden sheaths.
    “Let me pleasure you, Master,” she
whispered, closing the distance between them, nuzzling him through the fabric
of his trousers, the heat of her breath making his buttocks clamp and the twin
rings beneath his cock head fight the magic that kept them flattened.
    “No.”
    She whimpered at hearing his denial and he
nearly did the same.
    He fisted her hair. “No,” he repeated. A
warning against defying him and a demand she cease her continued nuzzling.
    His cock throbbed in agonized protest at
the loss of contact, a searing reminder of the reason this club served a
purpose. The audience of humans made it easier to stay in this form during
sexual play, though tonight it would be a battle to do so.
    “Stand. Lock up your things. My cousin will
have found us a table by now.”
    She rose, graceful, captivating beauty, and
he watched, drinking in the sight of her obedience, her exquisite nakedness
interrupted only by the body jewelry she wore—and the cursed necklace.
    He blockaded his anger. Possession had long
been the law when it came to treasure. She was here. She was his. He would view
the possibility of some human’s claim on her as a nuisance, a challenge to his
patience. Nothing more.
    An outstretched hand and she gave him the
key, further mollifying him with the show of trust and the knowledge she
couldn’t easily escape the club.
    “Precede me.” He could no more require her
to walk behind him than he could allow her out of his sight.
    They left the dressing room, moments later
passing through a door and into an area encompassing three-walled dungeons and
theme rooms as well as an open space with a variety of equipment. All were
within easy view and walking distance from any number of cozy seating
arrangements, while above on glass-fronted balconies, a bar operated and those
preferring to drink and watch enjoyed the play beneath them.
    Moans and screams were just two of the
sounds very much in evidence in the busy play area. They were accompanied by a
variety of scents associated with sex.
    Along the back of his neck, the phantom
crest of his first form lifted and fell. He nearly laughed out loud with
joy—apparently his mate wasn’t the only treasure in the club this night. One of
the humans possessed a powerful magical artifact, probably disguised as
jewelry, possibly decorating the handle of a knife or whip, given the fetish
wear and general lack of clothing.
    He scanned the area without noting anyone
more likely to have the artifact than another. No matter, Nisien was capable of
hunting it.
    More than a few slaves and submissives were
attached to leashes. Jubal’s hand dropped to the pocket containing the flat
jewelry case. Once the necklace was placed on Summer’s neck, it would lock and
only he would be able to remove it, that much of this lifestyle he’d embraced
fully.
    He could have the piece modified for the
attachment of a leash, but he saw little need for it. As soon as he took her to
the dragon realm they’d be bound by magic.
    Her skin would be marked by a magical
manifestation of his first form. He’d be able to touch her thoughts then, as
she’d be able to do his. Communication would no longer require the spoken word.
    He traced the elegant line of her spine
with a fingertip, felt her shiver, her steps slowing as if she could coax more
from him than just that small amount of contact. Satisfaction deepened the
heated need already pooling in his testicles, increasing their weight and size
so his clothing became a greater aggravation.
    He placed the flat of his palm between her
shoulder blades, gaining pleasure from the touch before stroking downward,
imagining a silver-and-gold dragon covering her back as he intended to cover
her, mounting