Dragon Master

By Jory Strong

Supernatural Bonds #9:

Nothing is more cherished than a mate, no treasure more valued or sought after than the perfect match. With a glance at Summer’s picture, Jubal recognizes not only his intended, but a submissive whose body cries out for discipline. There’s no question about claiming her, and when he spots her entering an exclusive BDSM club, he believes it’s Fate. Summer can’t get past the foyer without a master—and that master will be him.

At the sound of Jubal’s voice, she knows he’s the one, the man she’s been looking for, the master who can demand her devotion. Any other time she’d gladly surrender her trust and her heart, as well as her body, but tonight it’s an urgent task and not the search for pleasure that’s brought her to the club.

She’s been warned about dragons. And even believing Jubal might be just such a supernatural being doesn’t lessen the ecstasy she experiences in his hands. His carnal discipline and heady torment satisfy her—even as they force her to choose between risking it all or not.

Please note: A previous edition of this story was published by Ellora’s Cave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jory Strong
• Release date: Dec 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370883974

Jory Strong

Jory Strong has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she's not hunched over her computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding horses, or walking dogs. Her stories have won numerous awards, as well as been national best sellers. She lives in California with her husband and a menagerie of pets. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website at jorystrong.com or contact her at [e-mail].

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Dragon Master

Supernatural Bonds

Jory Strong

Copyright 2012 by Jory Strong

Smashwords Edition

Cover design by Syneca Featherstone

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Thank You!

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Jubal watched as Lyra disappeared into a dragon's den, or more accurately Tielo's suite, including office and attached bedroom. The little human was about to learn just how risky it was to play dragon games, especially with a male who had finally recognized her for what she was, his true mate.

What foolishness. He'd watched in amazement as Tielo fought the attraction and failed to acknowledge it until it had nearly been too late. And for a time he would have been all too willing to take what Tielo hadn't admitted wanting.

Had he claimed Lyra for his own, as his cock had urged him to from the first moment he saw her, he would never have regretted it or considered that another might suit him better. But Fates be praised, for once, that he'd been knocked out of the poker game and sent from the table, because rather than defeat, he'd won the greatest of victories.

Summer. Her name resonated through him, turning Lyra's into a mere whisper of connection and gratitude. The moment she'd shown him the picture of her sister, all other women had ceased to exist.

His! The truth of it resonated throughout, every instinct, every dream, every desire coalescing in a single magical, soul-deep proclamation.

He wanted to pounce. To nuzzle and lick and bite. To taste and fuck. To thoroughly dominate.

His nostrils flared as he imagined Summer naked, a sapphire collar tight around her neck, proclaiming to everyone who saw her exquisite beauty that she belonged to him.

He knew what she was with a single glance. Not just his mate, but his to do with as he pleased, to enjoy in all the ways he might choose, to take pleasure from and give pleasure to.

Around him, more than one male radiated envy and frustration that the first of the females brought to Drake's Lair specifically for the purpose of being claimed was now in another's possession. He would have counted himself among them only moments earlier, but not now.

Lyra was meant for a silver-and-gold dragon. How Pierce, co-owner of the club along with Tielo, had known it and made sure males with first forms of that color were present at Drake's Lair, was a question others could ask. He had a far more urgent one.

His hand tightened on the slim jewelry case in his jacket pocket. I think you'd come to regret giving this to me, Lyra had said, refusing his gift, then showing him the truth of his destiny with a candid beach photograph catching the sultry Summer, eyes downcast as a submissive's would be, body calling out for a master.

Not just any master, but one willing to discipline her. One who would take pleasure in exhibiting her and demonstrating his ownership by commanding her as others watched her perfect behavior. He'd been in this human realm long enough to know such things about a woman just by looking at her, even if the female didn't know it herself.

And Summer… His cock spasmed at contemplating her image. The press of a tiny bikini against smooth skin, the material dampened by ocean spray in a wet caress that revealed nipples decorated with jewelry to accompany the flash of silver at her navel. And more—hints of a clitoral hood piercing.

He fought against a shudder of anticipation as desire roared through him in a dragon flame of possessive lust. He stiffened against the need to grasp his cock and stroke it as he imagined burying it in Summer's mouth, her heated slit, her tight ass.

Had they been elsewhere, he might have questioned Lyra about her sister before being forced behind the velvet rope separating the poker game from the gathered audience, but not in a club full of dragon males. And not on this night, when the majority of those present wanted to claim a mate and were driven not just by biological imperative but by a fear none of them would openly admit to having—that the Dragon's Cup would disappear again.

He resisted the rage that always accompanied any thought of the wizard Enos, who had long ago tied dragon fertility magic to an accursed chalice. For hundreds of years it'd been lost after first passing through the hands of the fey, who had used the cup for their entertainment at orgies that spilled over into the human realm.

Now it was recovered. Jubal glanced toward the alcove where it sat on a pedestal, guarded by magic as well as dragon males. Death would come swiftly to anyone who tried to steal the chalice, though all knew there would be attempts, especially by the fey.

Pierce emerged from Tielo's suite of rooms. He was accompanied by those who'd carried the racks of golden coins used as gaming chips at Drake's Lair into the office, after Tielo had so cleverly maneuvered his future mate into taking their game private. There'd soon be a call for the cup to ensure future offspring, followed by a trip to the dragon realm to solidify the magical bond between Tielo and Lyra.

Heat pooled in Jubal's testicles as he imagined Summer in his arms, helpless because she'd felt the rake of his mating spurs across her skin, delivering ecstasy along with the serum that would make her biologically compatible to one day carry a dragon's young. Despite an earlier claim of wanting at least ten children, he was in no hurry to procreate—only to involve himself in the activities that led to it.

His hand tightened on the jewelry case as he forced his mind away from what he would soon be doing to, and with, Summer. He cast a glance around, a fiery, silent order to those anxious to learn when additional females would visit the club, to stand back and allow him first access to Pierce.

Smoke escaped in streams of protest from more than one of the males. In his mind, Summer was already claimed, but he knew as well as they did that possession, in this case, would be the law. There would be no dragon guards present to enforce a sanctuary period. The first male who got to her could do as their kind had done in times past, simply carry her off to his lair, willing or not, conscious or not.

He didn't know how many others had also seen the picture of Summer. But he did know he could trust no one, save for those who already had mates and those whose liege service he held.

The others yielded ground—for the moment. He was not yet the power that princes Severn, Hakon and Malik were in this realm, but he