"Dragon - 02 - Dragon's Heir" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dafoe Sierra)

It wasnТt Darrek with her in that vision. Or Rand. Oh, she loved them, both of
them. Absolutely. And she loved making love with them -- Darrek with his fierce,
haughty temper; gentle, massive Rand, always so eager to please. She loved feeling
their arms around her, their hands rousing her -- and each other -- to peaks of delight
sheТd never experienced with a human male, their lips gliding over her hot, naked
fleshЕ

But she wasnТt in love with either of them.

Who was he, the shadowy lover of her dreams? Was he only a fantasy? As heir to
the throne, sheТd been presented to the four clans, meeting -- or so it felt -- every dragon


in Djarera in the process. But whoever he was, the mighty lover she sensed hovering

behind her like a storm over the horizon, he wasnТt among them.

If he even existed.

Once again, Lara felt the daydream teasing along her thoughts. She gave herself
to it, losing herself in the fiery eroticism of that soaring, yearning flight. Desire flooded
through her, breathtaking in its suddenness, encasing her in a world of wind, heat and
wildness where she saw nothing, felt nothing but his breath upon her neck, his fierce,
demanding thrustsЕ

Damn!

Darrek shot past, twisting his neck as he flew to flash her a sly, triumphant smile.
Lara scowled. Darrek! No fair -- I was thinking!

Oh? And what were you thinking about so intently, Elara? My kisses, perhaps?

No, she mind-spoke back with a sharp, teasing edge to her tone, I was thinking
how well you suck RandТs cock at my command.

Without replying, Darrek whipped his head forward and slashed the air with
furious strokes of his wings. Lara grinned in triumph -- although it was hardly fair to
needle him, she supposed. He was probably never going to be comfortable with that
side of himself, or the obvious delight he took in RandТs huge, muscular body.

Oh, she did love them. Just as she loved Djarera -- the world the dragons
inhabited -- and flying, and, well, everything.

The erotic daydream slid away, and she felt the cool mountain air rushing past.
Throwing herself into it, she arced like a falcon against the sky, following the curving
range southeastward toward the towering central peak upon which Wind Castle stood.

In delight, she swooped in the air, painting her exhilaration upon the wind. Her
life was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She couldnТt imagine anything that could spoil her