"Joanna Wylde - Dragon's Mistress" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

"What's the matter, Drake?" she asked, grinning down at him.

"I'll show you," he grunted, trying not to grin back at her. Moving quickly, he rolled her under him,
thrusting deeply into her. She moaned, twisting against him as she brought her legs up and around to
powerfully clasp his hips. Her hands reached down to his butt, digging into each cheek as she pulled him
down into her. He drove down into her again and again, pushing as deeply as he could. He wanted to
bury himself in her, to push so deeply into her body that the feel of him was imbedded in her. He realized
he was trying to brand her, that he felt possessive of her.

She was whimpering now, and she bucked against him as he pressed her harder down into the bed.
Her fingers dug deeply into him, raking up his back, leaving a trail of fire in his skin. She was marking
him, he realized. The pain of her touch only made him more excited, more eager to possess her. She was
wild, and she was his. But she wouldn't give in easily.

She whimpered again, and he could feel her starting to convulse around him. He gritted his teeth with
exertion; he was so close. He slammed his cock into her again, hitting deep and hard and she exploded
under him. She screamed a high-pitched wailing noise that cut through him. She squeezed him so tightly it
hurt, her muscles seeming to scrape against his hypersensitive skin. His balls were hard, tight with his
seed. He thrust one more time and then came, the hot liquid shooting out of him with explosive force. His
blood roared in his ears, and he collapsed on her, gasping for breath.

After a moment to recover, he rolled off of her. She was still gasping and whimpering from her own
release, but she rolled onto his chest and kissed him deeply.

"Will you mind being my mistress?" he asked her when they paused for air. She smiled down at him,
her face flushed pleasantly pink from her exertions.

"Oh, no, I won't mind at all," she whispered. "I'm looking forward to it."

Chapter 5



"Guildmistress Karya?" Calanna's voice drifted softly into the room. Her voice was unsteady, off
balance.

"Yes, child?" Karya asked, leaning back in her comfortable chair.

"You have a call, from Lord Von'hot," she replied, seemingly dazed. "Lord Von'hot, himself, not his
secretary or anythingтАж"

"I'll take it from here, Calanna," Karya said, careful to inject her tone with confusion. She had no
doubt their conversation was being monitored by Imperial spies. Leaning over, she carefully switched on
her screen. The picture she saw next was one of decadent debauchery.

Drake Von'hot was calling her from his bedroom. He was lounging back against a pile of silken
pillows. Dani was kneeling before him, her blond hair draped across his lower body. Karya assumed she
was performing fellatio, although it was hard to tell. With clinical detachment, she noticed the girl was the
consummate professional. Nothing in her stance betrayed the fact that this most intimate of acts was
being performed before a view screen.