Light Dragons 02 - The Unbearable Lightness of Dragons

And now you demand that you participate in those past moments?” He rolled me over onto my back, all warm, and male, and infinitely desirable. The emotions of the vision lingered enough that I purred as I stroked my hand up his bare chest despite his frown and outrageous accusation.
    “I did participate. We both did, so you can stop looking at me like I’m some sort of Peeping Tom pervert. And besides, I can’t help it. You were extremely sexy, you know.”
    His frown deepened.
    I licked his lower lip. “But now . . . mrowr .”
    “I approve of your mrowr ,” he said, letting me kiss him. I pushed him over onto his back, reaching under his pillow as I reveled in the taste and feel of him.
    “Fire?” I murmured, twining my tongue around his. His fingers were busy pushing up the satin of my nightgown, stroking a path up my legs that left me squirming.
    “You have your own—” he started to say, but I wouldn’t let him finish.
    “Fire!”
    He tried to flip me over onto my back, but I held him down. “You are becoming entirely too demanding, mate. And I have been too accommodating. You forget that I am the wyvern.”
    “Oh, I haven’t forgotten that,” I cooed, nibbling along his jaw. His hands caressed my hips, then moved around to my behind when I bit his earlobe. “Before we died, did I ever tie you up and have my wanton way with you?”
    “I am a wyvern. I am the one who is dominant, not my mate.” He groaned when my hand swept down his chest to his belly at the same time I gently bit the tendons of his neck. “I would not have allowed you to restrain me.”
    “Good. Then this should be a novel experience for you.” I slid back enough for him to see the object I’d pulled out from under the pillow.
    “No,” he said, giving it and me a stern look.
    “Oh, yes, Baltic.”
    “No. Where did you get them?”
    “Pavel’s room.” I looked at the leather-and-sheep’s-wool wrist restraints. “I was looking for . . . er . . . Did you get my text message about Thala?”
    “Yes. I am pleased that you convinced the other mates to go against their wyverns and free her. She’s here?”
    “Yes. She’s . . . uh . . . sleeping,” I answered, thinking about the sleeping aid I’d managed to slip into the beverage she had demanded once she came out of her shock-induced stupor.
    “I will see her in the morning. But first, we have been parted, and I must claim you now.”
    I laughed at the matter-of-fact way he said it. “That’s just exactly what I’m planning, only with a little twist.”
    “What part of ‘I am the wyvern’ do you not understand?” he asked, pinching me on the behind. “I will use the cuffs on you. Perhaps someday I will allow you to reciprocate, but for now—”
    “Oh, no. It’s my idea, so I get to go first.” I wrapped one cuff around his wrist and tried to pull his arm up toward the headboard. It didn’t budge. I looked from the rounded bulge of his bicep to his face. “Please, Baltic? You’re always telling me I’m obsessed with our past sex life. I just want to try something we haven’t done before. I promise you will get great pleasure from it.”
    “I always have great pleasure making love to you,” he pointed out.
    I leaned down and kissed him again, swirling my tongue along his lower lip. “I’ll rouse my dragon fire if you let me do this.”
    He narrowed his lovely dark eyes at me. “Are you trying to bribe me?”
    “Yes.”
    He sighed, and reluctantly let me pull his arm upward, over his head. “I am growing too soft with you. I would say that you have no respect for me, but the truth is that you never did. This is the last time, though, mate. I will allow you to have your way in this because you wish to separate your memories of our past from the present, but this is the last time I will be so cooperative.”
    I smiled and dipped my head to swirl my tongue around one pert little nipple that seemed to be begging for just such attention. He sucked in his breath, and quickly I put the other cuff on his wrist, securing that arm, too.
    He looked from one arm to the other, then to me. “I do not like this. You will hurry and satisfy yourself upon me so that I may claim you as is right and proper.”
    “Oh, I’m going to satisfy more than just me.” I moved off the bed and padded over to a discreet stereo system.
    “First you demand to restrain me, and then you leave? What is this torment?” Outrage dripped off his words as I contemplated a small