Several women nearby felt a sudden warmth low in their bellies, a flush rising up their throats, thighs pressing together without conscious thought. Zara near the bar suddenly found her drink very interesting and turned away, her face reddening.
Dravenna felt it most clearly and her jade eyes sharpened.
Her body did not collapse into primitive submission; she was powerful, far too powerful, too proud, too old in experience and dangerous in spirit to be reduced by a passive pressure like some giggling girl with no spine.
But she felt him.
Phei saw it in the tiny pause of her breath.
The near-invisible tightening at her exposed waist, the way the silk over her breasts rose a fraction faster with each inhale, the subtle shift of her hips as if her body remembered exactly how it had felt to be pulled against him.
The Young Dragon was not asking now but asserting himself.
Dravenna smiled; she loved this side of him.
