for a treat, Mace. Have you ever seen the Jinn veil dance?” He began warming up his fingers with a few runs on the lute, breaking into a soft, seductive tune as he helped his little Jinn warrior woman set the mood.
Mace shrugged as he sat on the other side of the large bed, removing his boots. “I’ve never even heard of it.”
“The velorania is something special, my friend. Never performed lightly, and only shared among lovers—or so the legends say. I’ve only heard of it. I’ve never seen a true velorania myself, though all Jinn musicians know the proper tune. We play it for dancing, but the secret steps for the veil dance are known only to a Jinn female, and performed only for her mate—or matesin our case.”
Drake played the short notes that began the winding tune. It started out slow and sensuous, drawing higher and tighter, shorter and faster as the melody grew. He was in the first section of the seductive tune when Krysta appeared from behind the screen.
She stood before them clothed only in the brightly colored scarves the fair folk had given her. She was utterly, devastatingly, beautiful. Drake’s fingers faltered before he gathered his wits and Krysta winked at him from under her veil. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen…but the night promised to bring even further delights he could only imagine.
The dance started slowly and built. The first section, she’d been taught, was for Krysta to make her man more comfortable. She teased Mace, sitting on his lap for short moments as she danced around him, each time she came near, undoing a button or untying a knot that would eventually have him naked. When she had his chest bare, she dropped to her knees, swaying in time with the music between his spread legs. She brushed up against him in the moves of the ancient dance, using her fingers to free his thick cock from his leggings.
She dipped her head, letting her hair and the soft silk of the scarves trail over his erection, then moved away to dance for him as he took the initiative and shucked his leathers. She undulated her torso and shook her breasts under the thin veils, beginning the next section of the dance as she slowly pulled away the trailing veils. These were the smaller scarves she’d tucked in here and there among the longer veils she’d used to wrap her body. There were more layers than anyone would have guessed from looking at her, but the silk was so thin and transparent, it was deceptive.
She stripped off the smaller scarves, moving forward and back to tease the soft material against Mace’s hard body. She wrapped them around his arms, his hands, his legs and even his cock, using the gentle friction to drive him to a fever pitch.
The dance was working.
Soon she was left in nothing but the long veils she’d twined around her person in the ancient pattern. Now came the next part of the dance. Obligingly, the music changed subtly, growing faster and more intense.
Krysta drifted closer to Mace, holding out one corner of a scarf she’d untucked for him to take in his teeth. As the music increased slightly, she twirled out of the wrapping, uncovering a bit more of her skin to the night air and leaving Mace with the colorful silk veil in his lap. He discarded it quickly, reaching forward with his mouth for another of the strategically tucked scarves. This one was tucked in between her breasts. She covered his head with her hands as she snuggled his face between the soft mounds, allowing him time to nip at her skin under the soft veils, then drew away when he had the tail of the scarf between his teeth once more.
Spinning a little more quickly now, the veil unwound from around her body as Mace watched, transfixed. Oh, how she liked that look on his face. It told her the dance was working its magic. He was completely under her spell.
She glanced at Drake, glad to see him smile. Because he played the music, this veil dance was primarily for Mace, but she could tell from Drake’s expression he didn’t begrudge the quiet knight the treat, and Drake was enjoying the view as well, if his hard-on was any indication. She blew Drake a kiss as she coaxed Mace’s hands to another tucked scarf point.
She spun away and more of her body was revealed. The