Dominated By the Dragon (Monster Junk #3)

Chapter One

Jonah knocked once and then let himself into Ez’s office. The man in question was sitting behind his desk, tie loosened, and expression relaxed. He smiled when Jonah swung the door shut behind him.

“Jonah. Right on time.”

Jonah managed a smile of his own. Forget how star-struck he’d been the first time he’d met Ez in person; each visit seemed to be making him worse. Or, maybe it was the way Ez’s eyes raked over him or the fact he’d rolled his shirtsleeves up and Jonah could see his muscular forearms…

“Are you alright?”

Jonah tore his thoughts away from the path they’d been barrelling down and nodded. “Yeah, sorry, fine. You?”

“I’m good.” Ez tilted his head, watching Jonah as he wandered across to look out of the window. “Are you sure you’re okay, Jonah?”

“I’m fine.”

He was. Well, except for the part where anticipation was crawling under his skin, driving him out of his mind. He tempered it with the thought that, after today, he’d only have one more visit. Disappointment curled in his stomach and Jonah frowned, keeping his eyes on the busy street below.

Ez’s hand landed heavily on his shoulder and Jonah jumped, startled. When he turned, Ez was close, closer than they’d ever been before. All his attention was focused on Jonah, and it was… interesting.

“You seem distracted.”

“I’m not! I just—”

“If you wish to come back another day… Or if you do not wish to come back at all—”

“I want to be here,” Jonah half-shouted. He cringed when he realised how loud he’d become, but Ez’s grip on his shoulder had only tightened. Jonah felt the cool press of glass at his back. When had they moved?

“You are certain?”

Jonah nodded emphatically. “I do. I really want to be here, I just…”

“You just what?”

“I just keep thinking that it’s almost all over.”

Ez stared at him for a long moment, then shook his head. “Jonah…”

“Sorry,” Jonah said, shaking his head. “I’m being – Sorry.

This is a job.” He was suddenly horrified, cheeks flushing as he realised he’d probably blown the whole thing.

Ez wouldn’t want someone who found themselves trying to cling onto an opportunity because they, what?

Had feelings for two guys they’d fucked one time?

God, he was a fool.

“Do not apologise,” Ez said firmly. He caught Jonah’s chin, tilting his face up until Jonah was forced to meet his eye. “Believe me when I say that Finley and Damon are more than interested in keeping you around. Rafe and Torin are intrigued too, and they haven’t even tasted you yet.”

As the word tasted passed Ez’s full lips, Jonah’s cock twitched, and he swallowed hard.

“I was contemplating an extension to your contract, besides.”

“Y – You were?”

Ez nodded. “Of course, I cannot simply employ you to keep the others entertained, as much as I am sure you would all enjoy it. We could use an ambassador for our brand. A human advisor who could help with any new product lines.”

Jonah’s eyes widened. “You think I could…?”

“Why not?” Ez asked. He shrugged, and his thumb was stroking back and forth over Jonah’s chin. “You have extensive knowledge in this area. More than almost any other human, now.”

“I – Holy shit, that would be amazing—”

Ez smiled and his thumb suddenly pressed against Jonah’s lips, cutting him off. “No agreements yet,” he warned gently. “You still have this contract to fulfil, and what I have in mind will need to be legally sound.”

Jonah nodded. He didn’t dare speak, not while Ez was still touching him.

“Good,” Ez said after a moment. His eyes swept over Jonah, who was suddenly breathing hard, and then, all at once, he stepped back and away. “Are you ready for today?”

Jonah swallowed, running a hand through his hair to push it back from his face. “Uh, yeah, I think so.”

Ez smiled. “I am sure you are. You will be choosing Rafe, I assume?”

Jonah thought back to the week before. He’d considered that ridged toy before he’d picked out Damon’s, and Rafe’s disappointment had really given the game away.

“I could make him wait another week,” he said cheekily.

Ez laughed, the sound rich and deep. “You could. I think he would punish you for it.”

“Punish me?” Jonah’s cock was suddenly very interested in proceedings.

“Yes. It is not all he enjoys, but it plays a part.”

Jonah swallowed again. “Yeah, okay,” he said finally.

Ez smiled and finally seemed to take pity on him. “Come along. I’m sure they’re waiting.”

***

When they reached the room, it surprised Jonah to find that the four of them were, in fact, waiting for him. The box with the toys was open on the table again – Finley and Damon’s were missing, and Jonah wondered for a moment where they had gone.

Ez closed the door behind them, and Jonah smiled when Finley winked at him, and suppressed a shiver at the weight of Damon’s heavy stare.

Fuck, Damon had…

He shook his head. Rafe’s gaze was dark, intent, fingers twitching on his thighs. Torin wasn’t looking at Jonah. He was watching Rafe, evidently amused from his perch next to Finley.

“Time to choose, Jonah,” Ez said.

The air was heavy, charged, as he stepped forward and pretended to muse over the toys still in the box. There was the big, ridged one – Rafe’s, evidently – and then the other, slimmer toy, with those strange appendages that seemed to wrap around the length of it.

Jonah took a deep breath. He glanced up, and when he met Torin’s gaze, Torin grinned, eyes flicking to Rafe just for a second.

Jonah looked at Rafe. He looked hungry. When their gazes met, his eyes flashed gold, and Jonah bit back a whimper at the sight of it.

Fuck, he was already so far gone. He didn’t have a choice, did he?

Jonah pointed at the ridged toy.