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

Diana woke in a softly lit chamber. The bed beneath her was comfortable, and the light
blanket was all she needed in the warm room. Open windows were set in the wall across
from her, displaying pure blackness beyond.

She glanced about the chamber to find herself alone. Sitting up, she saw that the
chamber was quite a normal-looking bedchamber, complete with clothes chests and a side
table set beneath a polished disk. Rising, she crossed to the window. It was barred, the space
between the bars far too narrow for her to fit between. Experimentally, she tugged the bars.
Solid and unmoving.

Beyond the opening, she could make out the rock of the cavern ceiling. Minerals
played the part of stars in the stony sky. Below was a perfectly normal-looking courtyard
surrounded on three sides by the building she was in. The fourth side was a stone wall
possessed of an open but fortified gate. Although the design was more elegant than any sheТd
seen, the strength of the fortification was evident.

The doorТs lock clicked. She whirled, the fact that she was naked now apparent to her,
but it was too late to do anything about it.

It was, of course, one of them.


He wasnТt quite as stunning as the sorcerer had been. Not quite as chiseled, and none of
the curious white tattoos marked his skin. Still, this one was gorgeous. He was tall, and every
inch of him was carved muscle. Snug trousers hugged his thighs and soft boots covered his
feet. His chest was gleaming, bare black. This oneТs hair flowed in a straight ivory flow from
the crown of his head to the middle of his back, with a few wispy tendrils brushing his chest.
His violet eyes gleamed as he viewed his treasure.

УI am Boutel,Ф he said, taking a step toward her.

She dropped into an attack-ready crouch. УStay away,Ф she warned.

He raised one silky brow and took another step, but her raised fist stopped him. УYouТll
fight me?Ф he asked, surprised.

УWith everything IТve got,Ф she promised. УI wonТt be raped.Ф

He chuckled, bracing his hands on his lean hips. УIt would hardly be rape, dear
woman,Ф he purred. УRaedjour do not need rape. Unless --Ф His eyes dropped to sultry slits.
У-- that is what appeals to you.Ф

Her eyes narrowed. УHardly,Ф she answered. Unbidden, she recalled her time with
Nalfien. Remembered not caring that he was fucking her friend. SheТd only wanted to touch
him. If this man could affect her similarly, was there anything she could do?

Boutel took another step toward her. She sidled away. His gaze sharpened, a feral grin
curving his black lips. The bastard was enjoying this!