Desire 2 - Slave of Desire (Ellora's Cave) by Delilah Devlin

Author:Delilah Devlin [Devlin, Delilah]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-01-07T07:01:15+00:00

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Calandra followed the woman wearing a dark kahfet into the white, billowing tent. As she stepped through the threshold, her eyes didn’t immediately adjust to the shadows. Despite the oppressive heat within the tent, the dimness within made the air seem cooler.

The woman grasped her arm and pulled her toward the back of the long tent. Calandra’s footsteps were muffled by the carpets beneath her feet.

She’d watched earlier while rolls and rolls of the brightly hued carpets were carried inside by Kabal’s servants. Obviously, his comfort was paramount.

Slowly, her sight adjusted and she saw Kabal and Drago seated on the floor, bolster cushions at their backs, with trays of food before them. Small black phospher-pots were set around the room bathing the men’s skin in a gentle golden glow.

Both men had removed their kahfets and their shirts and their chests glistened. Women hovered nearby to fill their cups and offer them tidbits from the trays.

Calandra’s blood boiled. She’d been “refreshed” with a visit to the necessary, and offered a shower within a blind constructed for the comfort and privacy of the other women accompanying Kabal. Now she knew why. The women were all naked.

No way was she going to strip to serve the two men reclining like potentates against their pillows.

“Come join us, Calandra Jones,” Kabal beckoned her with a wave of his hand. He patted the space beside him. Although past his prime, Kabal wasn’t unhandsome. The distinguished gray that silvered his temples and the dark moustache above his lip, complimented the rakish twinkle of his brown eyes. His body was trim and his legs were long. Without his clothing, she imagined he’d still be pleasing to a feminine eye.

Instead of taking his suggestion, she skirted the trays and dropped down beside Drago, leveling a killing glare at him.

His glance held a warning, but Calandra decided to ignore him and reached for slice of fruit on the tray nearest her.

“Uh uh!” Kabal tsked. “You will eat what your master provides you.”

Calandra dropped the fruit and folded her hands in her lap. She’d rather starve than ask Drago to feed her.

“Perhaps you would be more comfortable if you removed your robe,” Kabal suggested, his voice silky.

Calandra gave him a saccharine smile. “I’m fine for now. Thanks.”

The woman who had accompanied her inside stood next to Kabal and drew her robe up her body and dropped it to the ground. Naked, she lay on the carpet on her back before the older trader.

Calandra shot Drago a questioning glance, but the smirk that tilted the corners of his lips only raised her blood pressure.

Kabal reached for a bunch of blue grapes and settled them on the woman’s abdomen. One by one, he pinched them off and offered them to her, her mouth opening obediently to receive the fruit.

Calandra’s hunger made a gurgling sound in her belly.

Drago slowly lifted a ball of meat from a tray and popped it in his mouth. He didn’t look her way even once, but Calandra knew he toyed with her.

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