Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

healed. “You bring the woes of the world upon yourself, my love. It was ever so, but I grow tired of seeing you with dark circles under your eyes. You will cease to worry about the First Dragon. What he thinks is of no importance to us. And I will speak to Constantine, and make it clear he is not to trouble you again. As for Kostya-”
    “No, I don’t want you cutting everyone off. Don’t you see?” I clutched his shirt and shook it. “You’re so insular, Baltic. You never used to be this way, but you are now, and I just can’t live like that. Constantine may be an annoying remnant of a former madman, but he was once your friend.”
    “He was also my bitterest enemy.”
    “I grant you that, but that was when the madness took over. And Kostya was your closest friend.”
    “Until he killed me.”
    I ground my teeth for a few seconds. “You allowed him to kill you. You admitted that yourself.”
    “Only because I knew you had died, and I did not wish to live without you.”
    I melted against him, kissing him even as I pulled on his dragon fire. “You have always been able to distract me just by saying things that you know will make me a puddle of goo in your hands.”
    “If that were true, then I would never hear a dissenting word from these sweet lips.” His mouth was hot on mine, as demanding as ever, his tongue twining itself around mine, firing up both my passion and my need for him until they blazed within me, singeing my soul with their strength.
    I moaned when he kissed his way along my collarbone, sliding off my shirt to gently cup my breasts, his fingers teasing the flesh above my bra. “Baltic, we shouldn’t, not here.”
    “I wish to indulge your fantasy for making love outside,” he murmured, his hands moving around behind me to unhook my bra, the slight stubble on his cheeks making me arch backward as his cheeks brushed the underside of my breasts.
    My fingers worked rapidly down the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of his pants as I moaned again. “Someone could see us. The garden is visible from the house.”
    “Only from our room.” He got to his feet when I tugged on his belt, quickly removing his shoes and pants before sliding his hands up under my skirt, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh of my thighs.
    “Brom,” I panted, licking a path along his collarbone to his jaw, which I nipped, my own hands stroking up his chest and arms.
    “Watching a DVD on ancient cultures with Nico.”
    “Then I guess-oh yes, right there, my darling-then I guess we are safe out here.” I released the earlobe I was sucking and leaned backward, reaching for the gardening bag at the same time I gave him my very best sultry-eyed look. “Which means we can finally try-”
    “There you are. I wondered where everyone got to after dinner. Are you gardening at night? Isn’t it hard to see the plants?” Cyrene loomed up out of the darkness, her eyes bright with interest as she took in our state of undress. “Oh, you’re naked.”
    I made an eeping sort of sound as Baltic pulled me behind him. I grabbed his shirt and tossed it onto his lap, getting to my knees to peer over his shoulder at the intruder. “Hello, Cyrene. I thought you went into town to visit the local spa.”
    “I did, but their pool was too small to really enjoy.” She pursed her lips. “I’m de trop , aren’t I?”
    “Yes,” Baltic told her, frowning.
    “Sorry. It’s just ... well, everyone’s gone. Brom and that teacher of his are watching a movie on how ancient Egyptians made mummies, and Pavel and his friend disappeared right after dessert, and Savian took the car as soon as I got back, but he didn’t say where he was off to, so I thought I’d see if you wanted to play cards or something.”
    I ignored the wistful tone in her voice, my fingers tightening on Baltic’s shoulders when he was obviously about to let her know what he thought of the interruption. “No, thank you, Cyrene. We’d rather be alone.”
    She sighed heavily and gave us a wan smile. “All right, but if you want to play cards when you’re done, I’ll be in my room.”
    “Don’t say it,” I told Baltic when she disappeared into the night. He eyed me as I moved around to his side. “I didn’t invite her; she invited herself. And I felt sorry for her. Now, where were we?”
    “You were about to placate my anger,” he said sternly, pulling me over him as he lay back, deftly catching the tip of my nipple in his mouth.
    “Ah, yes.