Light Dragons 01 - Love in the Time of Dragons

Ysolde dabbed tenderly at a spot of blood on her Baltic’s forehead. He tolerated that for a moment, then pulled her over him, catching one of her breasts in his mouth. “Goodness. You appear to have had a lot of stamina then.”
    He didn’t even look, just smiled, his eyelashes thick sable crescents as he lay with his eyes closed. “Give me five minutes, and I will show you that I have improved in that way, as well.”
    “You might have improved, but I think another round would be the end of me,” I commented, unable to keep from watching when Ysolde impaled herself on the past Baltic. “You know, it’s really too bad we can’t interact with them.”
    He cracked open one eye and looked at me. “Why?”
    I gestured to where his previous self bucked, Ysolde riding him as if he were an unbroken stallion, and pursed my lips a little. “Well, if we could, you and the other Baltic could . . . you know . . .”
    The look he shot me was so outraged I giggled. He slapped my behind, then rubbed away the sting before closing his eyes. “Many people have told me to go fuck myself, but I never expected my mate to actually suggest that I do it.”
    I giggled even more, kissing the pulse in his neck, my body and heart and soul happier than they had ever been.

Chapter Fifteen
    M y suggestion was, I thought, extremely acceptable. “How about Strand Palace Hotel? It has conference capabilities, and their big business suite is available tomorrow.”
    “Are you kidding? After what happened the last time Baltic came to a sárkány in a hotel?” Aisling’s voice was filled with scorn. “I don’t think so!”
    “Why, what happened?”
    “He tried to shoot everyone present!”
    “Oh, that. One moment, please.” I covered the mouthpiece of the phone and turned to where Baltic stood glaring at me. “Did you really go to a sárkány recently and shoot the participants?”
    “Yes.” The answer was given in a grumpy tone, which, given the look on his face, was no surprise.
    I took a deep breath. “You do realize how difficult it is to get the wyverns to agree to meet you on neutral ground so we can talk about things, don’t you?”
    “What the weyr does or thinks is none of our concern. We are outside of them. They do not matter to us.”
    “They matter to me,” I said.
    He continued to glare. “Not as much as I matter to you.”
    “Of course not, and stop being so insecure. I’ve loved you for over four hundred years. I think you can relax.”
    “The other you loved me. This you . . .” He raked me up and down with a wary gaze. “This you is different. You have unnatural desires. My old Ysolde would never have left me to try to position herself between two lovers.”
    “I didn’t try anything of the sort! I just moved off you and happened to roll exactly where the old version of us was going at it. Again. For a third time in the space of an hour.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You only managed once.”
    His eyes blazed black fire at me. “I told you to give me five minutes and I would recover enough to pleasure you again! You are the one who stopped me. You did not wish for me to start again!”
    “Regardless, I did not deliberately roll under the other you and get my jollies from him pounding away. Although I really liked the looks of that little swirl thing he was doing. Do you think we could—” A faint voice in my ear reminded me that I was on the phone. Evidently, my hand had slipped off the mouthpiece.
    “—arguing with him. No, not about meeting us, about sex, I think. Evidently he only did things once and she wanted three times. And it sounds like there may have been another couple involved.”
    “Um,” I said, giving Baltic a glare of my own. “I’m sorry you had to overhear that, Aisling. Baltic drives me a little batty sometimes.”
    “Only sometimes?” she asked; at the same time he snorted and said, “It is your bizarre fantasies that make me insane.”
    “My fantasies are not the least bit bizarre!” I said loudly.
    “No, of course not,” Aisling said, laughter in her voice. “Although I have to say, you’re the last person I had pegged for a swinger.”
    I took another deep, deep breath, and managed to hold on to my temper. “All right, a hotel is out.”
    “Yes. Our house is big enough if we open up the downstairs to make one big room.”
    I glanced at where Baltic was now pacing beside me, his hands behind his back. He glared at the floor as if it personally