"Dark Elves - 01 - Taken" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mykles Jet)

What was happening?

Determined, Diana backed away until she could slide in a clumsy heap to the floor.
Glancing up, she saw clear red eyes watching her, but he didnТt even break stride. Not even
as Gala was clearly biting his neck. Hard.

Sweet god of war, she wanted him again! He smiled, and she was nearly mad with the
desire to suck that succulent lower lip into her mouth. Groaning, she buried her face in the
rumpled sheet. She concentrated hard on finding control, on finding her voice. Something
was wrong.

She had no clue how long she sat there. The coital sounds only a few feet from her
were tuned out as she sought her center.

THWACK!!

DianaТs head shot up just in time to catch sight of the business end of a whip slithering
off the beastТs shining black back. He was kneeling now, Gala half seated, half lying before
him.

THWACK!

DianaТs mind was suddenly clear, and she scrambled away from the bed. Gala, her face
a mask of panic, tumbled from the mattress. They scrambled to the corner and huddled
together, heedless of their nudity.

The beast didnТt seem to notice, frozen with a look of agony on his face.

A female voice screamed in rage. On the other end of the whip was a woman, or at
least a female version of whatever the beast was. Like him, her skin was satin black and her
hair shining white, but her ears were not pointed. She wore very little -- a long loincloth
draped loosely over her hips, and little slippers. And she was very pregnant.


She drew back and expertly hit him with the whip; at least six feet of supple white
leather hissed through the air to cut at his back. He jerked, his head thrown back, but he
made no move to escape her. Nor did the whip rip his skin as it should.

УDiana ...?!Ф Gala gasped.

But Diana had seen it too. He wasnТt in pain, not if the bobbing of his erection was any
indication. Before their astounded eyes, the cock that had taken them both to countless
climaxes burst forth his seed as the female again let the whip go.

With a pleased groan, he crumpled to a heap on the bed.

The female snarled something in what could only be their language, then proceeded
toward the bed. The girls scrambled back against the wall, eyeing the whip still uncoiled in
her hand.