Called to service after a Bone Oracle reading, Kian strives to become the best D/s trainer that he can. But after meeting the bad-tempered and wildly sexy Fae Prince who would prepare him, Kian can’t deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for Garon. Can he let go of his life long belief of Dominance in favor of a different role?
Forced to train a Dominant Dragon, something he swore he would never do, Garon took him home. Irritated with his Father’s demands, Garon sought to quickly train the Dragon and send him on his way. But he didn’t count on Kian responding to every demand he made or the repercussions of bringing him to his knees.
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An Excerpt From: DRAGON’S FATE featured in the Phaze Fantasies III Anthology
Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2007
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“You know I won’t do this. You will have to get someone else to do it.” Thoughts of other trainers and their dumb luck traveled through him until he hit upon the perfect solution. “Sire, I believe Cirdan to be the man for this job.” The thoughts of what his cousin would do to the likes of that Dragon gave him no pause whatsoever. Cirdan the sadist was just what any Dragon would deserve.
“Garon.” His father’s booming voice brought him back to their conversation abruptly. “That was not a request. It was an order. An order given by your king and one you will carry out without question.” As always his father spoke with his trademark cold and lifeless tone when addressing with his eldest son. Never showing an ounce of emotion. “You will take young Kian of Levanti here and train him in the art of Dominance and Submission as your apprentice. His king has specifically requested your services and I have agreed.” Despite his father’s calm demeanor, Garon felt his verbal blow as if he’d been struck by the handle of a sword to the side of his head.
His own father had infused his words with a push of power strong enough to knock him over. His vision blurred as he fought to stay upright. He refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of even flinching. His breath clogged in his throat at the crushing pressure of his windpipe. He fought the urge to claw at his throat while all eyes in the room watched for his reaction. Garon watched the amusement swimming in the king’s eyes while he struggled, knowing full well the pleasure he would receive if he gave in and showed any sign of weakness. No matter, Garon’s discipline, training, and sheer force of will would have him passing out, half dead, which he was dangerously close to doing, before he would move a muscle.
“Any more questions, son?” His emphasis on the word son chilled him to the bone. Unfortunately his own silence was understood by all present as an agreement. A sign of respect for the king. What a load of shit . He couldn’t speak now if he tried. The Dragon turned and moved away from his place by the throne giving way to the next order of business. When he passed by Garon it was that instant the king decided to release his hold on his throat and an involuntary groan escaped his lips.
“Did you say something?” The arrogance dripped from every syllable.
“Don’t push your luck, Dragon. You may be here at the wishes of my king, but I control you now.” Garon eyed the male standing in front of him. His breast plate and leathers covered most of his large muscular frame, but the deep blue tint of his skin drew Garon’s eye to his bulging arms and thick neck.
He sported the long hair that was expected from a warrior of his class, and for a moment an unwanted vision of Garon’s beefy hands wrapped around those strands-pushing the Dragon to his knees-invaded his thoughts. How long would he have to wait before the man would beg for his cock? Unexpectedly his balls tightened and his dick lengthened in anticipation. He shook his head to clear the traitorous thoughts, hoping for some relief from the pressure in his pants.
He lifted his gaze to meet the Dragon, but the look in his eyes didn’t show the proper respect Garon expected. In fact, the little shit looked like he was enjoying this whole thing. He snarled in response before swiveling, turning his back on him. His father knew how he felt about the dragons. He’d seen the damage Garon suffered first hand. But nonetheless, this is what his father wanted, and what that bastard wanted he got.