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

"When enjoying something as exquisite as this, it's best to move slowly," he whispered. Then he
turned to face the stage, reaching out to ring a little bell.

Music filled the room, a strange type of composition she had never heard before. It was sibilant and
rich, the instruments a strange mix that was new to her. A single flute wailed a plaintive melody, rising and
falling against a background of other sounds.

"This is our own style of music," he murmured. "Von'hotten has always been a haven for artists and
musicians, and I strive to support our unique heritage by commissioning works from local composers.
This is something new. I hope you like it."

She nodded, captivated. She had no idea where the musicians were hiding, but they had to be close.
Across the room, behind the screen? It was hard to tell. A woman dressed in a thin, filmy gown came
and knelt before them, pouring some kind of drink into crystal goblets.

"Would you care for some wine?" Drake asked, lifting a glass to his lips. He took a sip, smiling in
appreciation. "It's another local specialty. This vintage was grown and pressed on one of my own
estates."

She nodded, and lifted her own glass. The flavor was rich and sensual, light but with a hint of
spiciness that she couldn't quite place. She rolled it on her tongue with appreciation, then gasped as a
tingle seemed to run from her mouth down her spine, pooling in the center of her being.

"It's also a light hallucinogen," he murmured, taking another sip. "Not enough to impair your
judgment, of course. But we find its effects to beтАжstimulating."

The music rose around them, building in tempo and pitch. She looked down at the sunken stage with
surprise to see several dancers moving in time. A woman and two men moved with lissome grace,
wearing only the slightest of coverings draped around their hips. She took another sip of the wine,
shivering from the sensation it sent down her spine. Drake reached over and held a small bite of fruit to
her lips. She opened her mouth, gently sucking it in and reaching out with her tongue to lick his finger. He
slid a little closer to her, leaning over to brush his lips against hers again.

The dancers were moving closer and closer together, their wisps of clothing falling to the floor. They
moved with athletic grace, each step causing muscles in their arms and legs to tense and release in time
with the music.

тАЬThey are well-known group,тАЭ Drake whispered. She shivered as his breath danced across her
earlobe. тАЬSeveral of my nobles have had them perform on their estates. I thought you might appreciate
seeing their art.тАЭ

She nodded wordlessly, mesmerized by their gyrations. Though not Guild-trained, they truly were
talented. The woman, a brunette with short curls bunched around her head and dark skin, had moved
closer to the man in front of her. The other man faded into the background as the couple swayed
together, their bodies brushing lightly. As Dani watched, the womanтАЩs brown nipples puckered in arousal,
and she rubbed them sensuously against the manтАЩs chest. He responded by arching his back, proudly
displaying a growing erection that jutted out toward his partner.

DrakeтАЩs hand was rubbing the back of her neck, his movements following the same tempo as that of
the dancers. She stretched, all but purring from the sensation. His touch seemed to reach deeply inside