Light Dragons 01 - Love in the Time of Dragons

of me right now !” I yelled, jumping toward the car door. Just as I grabbed it, Ruth, evidently thinking twice about taunting me, jammed her foot on the gas. Baltic wrapped an arm around me and lifted me off the ground, leaving me waving my fists at the car as it spun down the drive, spewing bits of gravel behind it.
    “You know,” Jim said, looking thoughtfully at me as Baltic set me down, “I used to think Ash was perfect for the role of demon lord—you should see the way she pinches me, and there’s no excuse for her starving my fabulous form on those diets she keeps letting the vet talk her into—but I’m starting to think that you’ve got her on the ‘beat the bejesus out of immortals’ scale.”
    “One more crack out of you, demon, and you’re going to need a whole lot more than a brushing,” I told it, giving it one of my annoyed mother looks.
    “That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” Jim said to Brom.
    “Yeah,” Brom said, agreeing.
    “Well,” I said, all wound up after the scene with Gareth and Ruth, “Gareth had it coming to him. Using me like he did . . . the rat!”
    “I would have killed him for daring to touch what was mine, but for one thing,” Baltic said.
    “Brom?” I asked, figuring he would not want to kill Gareth in front of a child any more than I did.
    “No.” His gaze dropped to mine, and I flushed at the sight of the naked desire burning in its depths. “Now you are truly mine.”
    I didn’t even have time to digest that before he bent down, slung me over his shoulder, and walked into the house.
    “Baltic!” I shrieked, Jim and Brom trailing after us. “Put me down this instant! What did I say about treating me like I was a sack of potatoes?”
    Baltic paused inside the hall, and I pinched his back, assuming he had come to his senses.
    “Hey, Balters, just a little hint,” Jim said, giving us a knowing look. “Aisling says she hates it when Drake gets all aggressive with her, but she sure grins like a fool afterward, so you might just want to take all that screeching with a grain of salt.”
    “I am not screeching!” I said, outraged, glaring at the demon. “You are going to be so sorry—Baltic! I said set me down!”
    “There you are. Take care of my son and the demon,” Baltic ordered Pavel, who emerged from the study.
    “Dammit, I demand that you release me. I am not Aisling! I do not like arrogance!”
    “What’s Baltic doing with Sullivan?” I heard Brom ask as Baltic leaped up the stairs, apparently not feeling my weight slung over his shoulder at all. I spent a moment admiring that fact before I slid my hands down his back and only just refrained from pinching his butt.
    “You don’t wanna know. I mean, you will in about ten years, but for now, it’s just going to mess with your head. You gotta trust me on this. Hey, who do I have to crotch-snuffle to get lunch around here? I’m starving, and my coat goes to Abaddon in a handbasket if I don’t get five proper meals a day. You got any fresh horsemeat, Pavel?”

Chapter Fourteen
    “I want to give you something,” Baltic said as he closed the door to his bedroom.
    “I just bet you do. I want to give you something, too—a piece of my mind. What on earth do you think you’re doing, carrying me off like you’re some sort of a primitive caveman? What will Brom think?”
    “My son will understand that I wish to spend time alone with you, where I may worship every inch of your soft, delicious body, and where you will pleasure me endlessly until I am a shattered wreck of a dragon.”
    I thought about that for a moment. Brom was fine with Pavel there. Jim would be watched, and Gareth, that bastard bigamist, was no longer a factor in my life. Was there any impediment to me flinging myself on Baltic and giving in to all those desires that had built up over centuries?
    No, there was not! “All right,” I squealed as I suited action to thought and flung myself on him.
    He wasn’t expecting that, because the weight of my body suddenly hitting him sent him staggering backwards a few steps. “ Chérie , you must wait. I have something for you.”
    “Oh, yes, you certainly do,” I said, nuzzling his neck as I slid my hand down his chest, and further below to stroke the length of him through his pants. He groaned, his eyes closed for a moment as I felt him growing in thickness and length.
    Suddenly, he pried me off him. “Ysolde, you must wait.”
    “You are kidding me!” I said,