Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

more than negotiating. “For every question you answer, I will bring you untold, immense sexual gratification.”
    He looked thoughtful, but shook his head. “You do that regardless of whether I answer your unimportant questions. I will make love to you now.”
    “How about this-” I said, squirming to the side as he started to rub his cheek against one breast. “For every question you answer, I’ll let you bring me untold, immense sexual gratification.”
    “You receive that pleasure regardless, as well.”
    “Yes, but this time,” I said, sweeping my hand up his chest and purring at him, my leg sliding along his. “This time I’ll let you be in control all the time. You’re always telling me you don’t like me being dominant-although heaven knows you don’t seem to mind it once you stop complaining and let me get on with things-but this time, it’s all you. One question earns you one minute of mindless lovemaking with you in the driver’s seat. Do we have a deal?”
    He smiled, one of those “I am the man, and you are the merest puddle of goo in my seductive hands” sorts of smiles. Unfortunately, I knew I would be a puddle of goo in his hands, and I quickly sorted through all the questions I had, deciding which ones to ask while I could still speak with any sort of coherence.
    “I agree to your bargain. But tell me, chérie , just how many questions do you believe you will be able to ask me?”
    “Oh, I imagine about ten or tweeee!” The last word ended on a gasp of surprise and pleasure as Baltic suddenly dipped a finger into very sensitive flesh, using his thumb to torment me into instant insensibility.
    His fingers stilled. I glared at him. “That was not at all fair. You have to answer a question first, then you can ... er ... do that again. As many times as you like. And maybe just a smidgen to the right.”
    “What is your question?” he asked, bathing me in a light wave of fire.
    “No fire!” I said quickly, slapping out the flames on the blankets around me. “We haven’t dragon-proofed the bedding yet. At least, you can, but confine it just to me, and not anything else.”
    “Your question?”
    “Why did the First Dragon say you were responsible for your mother’s death?”
    His head dipped to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
    I gasped again. “Gently, my darling. Oh yes, just like ... Wait, Baltic, you’re supposed to answer first.”
    He released one extremely happy nipple to cock an eyebrow at me. “The First Dragon claimed that my refusal to take Chuan Ren as a mate made her lose face, for which she retaliated. He also claimed that she believed the only way to hurt me was to destroy the one person who loved me. He was wrong. Chuan Ren was searching for a reason to war, and knew I would not suffer the murder of my mother without appropriate action. It had nothing to do with saving face.”
    Even now, I felt the pain deep inside him at the loss of his mother, and I knew that despite his claims, he did feel guilty. I slid my hands into his hair and pulled him down to kiss him. “Your father is an ass.”
    He chuckled as he turned his attention to my other breast. “So my old Ysolde said on many occasions. I have never had the desire to argue otherwise. What is your second question?”
    “Is that why the First Dragon wants me to restore honor to you? Your mother’s death is the death of the innocent he was talking about?”
    “I have no knowledge of what passes through the mind of the First Dragon,” he said with obvious evasion that I instantly forgot when he laved my belly with his tongue, his fingers dancing in and around me in a manner that left me squirming on the bed, desperate for the feel of him. “You will have to ask him if that is what he meant.”
    “Typical ... oh yes, right there, my darling ... typical dragon answer.”
    He slid down my body, hooking my legs over his arms, a wicked smile on his lips as he looked over my pubic bone. “You have time for one more question, mate. I would advise you to make it a quick one.”
    I clutched the sheets with both hands, trying desperately to remember what I was going to ask. “About your talisman ... Why would Thala want to take it from your lair? I assume it’s something that only you can use if your father gave it to you to mark you as one of his children, so why would she-”
    Never a man with much patience, Baltic had run to the end of his. He dipped his head and filled me with fire, making me arch