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her first in this constructed human form and then in his natural
state.
    His cock thickened, challenging the magic
hiding its true length and girth, the tip already wet in anticipation of having
to work to get into his mate’s tight sheath. Submission radiated off her,
stirring his desire to protect. Her scent grew lusher as she arched like a
kitten being stroked.
    Subtly he directed her toward where Nisien
sat, nearly purring at how well attuned she was to his smallest direction.
Until the merest tensing of her body revealed that, with head ducked and body
responding to Jubal, she’d nevertheless been scanning the area, looking for
someone, finding him. Another master.
    Satisfied pleasure turned into a gnashing
of teeth. Jubal’s nostrils flared at seeing the leather-clad blond, at
witnessing the quick flash of desire on the other man’s face when he noticed
Summer’s presence before his attention returned to the male submissive he was
apparently playing with for the night.
    Fire coursed through Jubal’s veins. It
burned its way down to his palm and he intended to transfer the heat of it to
her buttocks. She was light enough skinned that her flesh would bear the
evidence of the punishment she thoroughly deserved.
    She dared to look for another when she was
with him! When he’d made his demands clear she was his exclusive property!
    Nisien’s eyebrows lifted as they drew near.
“Already dissatisfied with your prize?”
    Jubal scorched him with a glance then sat.
    Like Nisien, he saw no need for latex or
leather and any other fetish wear in order to get into the correct frame of
mind when at Chains. And like Nisien, he preferred the elegance of suits,
especially on this night when he had set out to Drake’s Lair with the prospect
of gaining a mate.
    He jerked Nisien’s discarded suit jacket
from the chair back and folded it to create a cushion on the floor for Summer.
    Nisien’s snort nearly had him sending his
cousin away.
    “Kneel, Summer. Facing me, head bowed.”
    He had no intention of allowing her to
sneak glances at another man. Nor did he miss the way the blond maneuvered his
playmate closer to where Summer knelt in front of the only master who would
matter to her from now on.
    “Beautiful,” Nisien said, admiring her
ready obedience as well as her form.
    Where the blond human’s lust had Jubal
fighting to suppress a gout of flame, having Nisien’s gaze linger on her
breasts before dropping to her bare pussy only heightened his lust for his
mate—his wayward mate.
    Jubal opened one of the two bags Nisien had
carried in after parking the car, searched and found what he looked for, nipple
clamps attached to a chain. Straightening, he rested his hand on his thigh,
letting the clamps dangle where she could see them, dragon-sharp hearing
allowing him to catch her soft inhalation of anticipation.
    His cock throbbed. He hungered to draw her
pouty dark areolas into his mouth one at a time, to suckle them thoroughly with
hard pulls so they’d become sensitive and swollen before he placed the clamps.
If not for her actions he would have pulled her onto his lap, her thighs
straddling his. He would have pleasured her, prepared her himself.
    Instead he said, “Play with your nipples.
Ready them for the clamps.”
    Her lips trembled. A glance upward sought
the reason for his command, looked for displeasure. He hid it behind a stern
expression, found a measure of calm by reminding himself that she was here. She
was his. And he would view the blond’s presence as a nuisance, a challenge to
his patience. Nothing more.
    Her hands went to her breasts, exquisitely
feminine fingers settling on her nipples, a soft whimper escaping as she
obeyed, gaining her master’s attention, his approval, his forgiveness.
    Jubal’s need to bury himself in his mate’s
body grew. He felt each pump and squeeze, each rub of her thumbs across her
nipples as if her hand gripped his cock, sliding up and down its length,
caressing the head