Love in the Time of Dragons (21 page)

“No.” He thought for a moment. “Two females together, yes. That is always arousing. Especially if they are oiled. But males? No.”

“Well, see, I don’t get the two girls together thing. It just doesn’t ring my chimes at all. Does Pavel bring his dates here often?”

He stared at me for a minute. I cleared my throat. “Sorry. None of my business. What were we talking about?”

“You were saying the words of fealty.” He paused. “You really are aroused by the thought of two males?”

“Only very rarely! Sheesh! I’m sorry I mentioned it! Let’s move on.”

He nodded, then asked suspiciously, “You do not wish for me to engage in sexual acts with another man—”

“No! God almighty, Baltic! That’s the last time I’m ever going to share a sexual fantasy with you!”

“It’s a fantasy of yours, seeing two men together?” he asked.

I walked over to the wall and banged my head against it a couple of times.

“I do not understand you,” he said, a thread of puzzlement in his voice. “You have changed since you were resurrected. My Ysolde would never have wanted to see—”

“Enough!” I yelled, storming over to him and punching him in the chest. Hard. “Move past it or I’m walking out of here right now!”

His lips thinned, but he said nothing.

“Thank you. Now, I suppose I should start over, shouldn’t I?” I stopped, pursing my lips as I looked at him. “You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“No.” Five seconds passed. “Is it the thought of the men engaged in the sexual act itself, or some other facet—”

“Argh!” I yelled, and ran out of the room, out of the hall, and out of the house.

E
ventually I made the oath, outside under the stars, with the light breeze wafting around us.

“Are you sure you do not wish to mate?” Baltic asked politely as soon as he confirmed the oath, swearing to honor and protect me above all others. “I know how you like to be outside. We could do it out here, if you like.”

I chuckled to myself. “Thank you, but until I have a chance to talk to my husband, sex will be out.”

A sly look came into his eyes as he slowly pulled me over to his body. “There was another time when you refused to let me bed you, and yet we still managed to bring exquisite pleasure to each other.”

“Yes,” I said, unable to keep my mouth from moving toward his. My lips brushed his with a wanton display of need. “I very much enjoyed that dream.”

“It was not a dream,
chérie
,” he murmured against my mouth, his hips moving with persuasive sweeps against mine. “It happened. It can happen again.”

“Except this time, I’m not a naïve seventeen- year-old who doesn’t know what she’s doing,” I said, moaning softly when his mouth moved over to my neck, his lips burning my flesh, but it was a good burn, a heat that set my entire body alight.

He pulled back for a moment, his lips curling at the edges. “You knew what you were doing by the time we reached France.”

I shared the smile until I felt his hands on the waistband of my jeans. I covered them with mine. “Baltic . . . I’m sorry. I can’t. It’s . . . there’s too much up in the air. I’m not comfortable doing this with you until I talk to—”

He covered my mouth with his, stopping the words. “I won’t do anything you do not desire,
chérie
. But you have spoken the words of fealty, and you are now my mate. You must bear the mark of my sept.”

I held on to his shoulders as he unzipped my jeans, sliding his hands over to my hips, pushing the material down. “Just where exactly do you intend to put this mark?”

He grinned as he cupped me intimately, his thumb rubbing on my pubic bone. “I thought here.”

“Well, you can bloody well think again!” I said, squirming against him nonetheless.

“Here?” He touched the crease of my thigh.

“That would hurt like hell. No.”

“How about here?” He pulled me to him, his hands on my butt, giving my cheeks a little squeeze.

“I’m thinking that’s fairly disrespectful, don’t you?”

He gave a mock sigh, then whipped off my sweatshirt before I could protest, nuzzling my breasts. “Then it will have to be here.”

“Over my heart?” I thought about that for a moment. It pleased me. “All right. Wait—don’t you have one?”

“I was the only member of the sept until you accepted me. You will have to give me the mark.”

I was about to tell him I hadn’t the slightest clue how to go about doing that when he opened his mouth and breathed fire on me. It hurt like the dickens for about two seconds; then the heat soaked into me, swirling around until it settled in my groin, pooling in places that hadn’t been pooled in for centuries. I looked down to see my bra gone, and Baltic licking my left breast, a strange swirly symbol burned into the flesh. As I watched, the redness of it faded until it was the same color as the mark on my hip—a sort of dark tan.

“Now you have been marked as my mate, although I would appreciate it if you didn’t show people,” he said, kissing my breast. “Your form, although apparently human, pleases me, and I do not wish for others to ogle you.”

I thought seriously of throwing everything to the wind—Gareth, my moral values, decency—and just letting Baltic make love to me until the sun rose high above us. “I wish I could make love to you,” I said, gasping when he took my nipple in his mouth. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I will if you desire it,” he murmured, rubbing his cheek against my breast.

“I can’t,” I said, pulling his face up to mine. “I shouldn’t even be kissing you. That’s wrong, too.”

“Nothing is wrong between us. But if you do not wish for me to do that, then I will not,” he said, sucking my bottom lip.

“I think that would be best,” I said, my fingers caressing the long sweeps of muscles in his shoulders. “Until things are worked out.”

“Then I will not pay homage to your magnificent breasts, either,” he mumbled, his mouth kissing a wet, steamy trail down to my chest.

“That would definitely be over the line,” I said, my back arching of its own accord as he swirled his tongue around my nipple, the latter so tight and hard it positively ached with the need for his touch. I groaned again, gripping his shoulders as he tormented first one breast, then the other with long, hot strokes of his tongue.

“Were you to give yourself to me, I would bathe your sublime belly with fire,” he said, pulling me down to the ground.

“But I haven’t, so you won’t,” I said, threading my fingers through the cool silk of his hair.

“Of course not.” Baltic lifted his head from where he was kissing the curve of my hip, and breathed fire on my stomach. It shimmered along my skin until it was absorbed back into his mouth as he laved a path to the other hip.

“The memory of your scent and taste has driven me almost mad with desire,” he murmured into my pelvic bone, his hands gently pushing my underwear down over my hips. “The idea of experiencing it again fills my thoughts.”

“That would be far too wrong to do now,” I said, my eyes almost rolling back into my head when his tongue flicked across secret, intimate parts of me, parts that tingled with awareness and a need that I couldn’t allow.

“I will not taste you, then,” he said just before his mouth possessed me in a way that had me clutching the grass, my hips thrusting up against him.

“Thank you for not doing that,” I gasped, almost coming off the ground when he sank a finger into me.

“You are so hot,
chérie
. Tell me you burn only for me.”

“Only for you,” I repeated, mindless with passion and desire now, wanting him like I’d never wanted anything, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I struggled with my conscience.

He moved over me, his clothing gone, the hard lines of his body pressing me down, into the earth. I felt him rub against my inner thigh, a hot brand that my body wept for. He framed my face in his hands, kissing me with a long, slow stroke of his tongue against mine.

“Let me love you, Ysolde. Let this happen. Since I was reborn, I have lived every moment in despair because I lost you. Let me worship you now as I’ve longed to do all those years.”

I held on to him, sobbing now. “It’s wrong, Baltic. I’m married to another man.”

“You don’t even remember marrying him. Perhaps you were forced. Will you remain faithful to a man who would so abuse your trust?”

“I don’t know,” I sobbed, wanting to shift my hips and allow him entrance into my body. I wanted him with a fever that threatened to consume me. “I don’t know.”

He rolled off me, and I curled up into a ball on the grass, crying for my lost memory, crying for the years that Baltic spent alone. Warmth covered me as he curled himself around me, keeping the cool night air from my naked flesh, comforting me despite his own pain.

“Thank you,” I said when I had managed to bring my emotions back under control. I turned to face him and gently pushed the hair from his cheek. “Thank you for protecting my honor, even when I was willing to forgo it.”

“You are my mate. I could never force you to do anything you did not want.”

I stroked my hand on his chest, the sensation of the soft black hairs making my fingertips tingle. “When I give myself to you, Baltic, I want it to be all of me. I don’t want my ties to another man to be there between us, tainting it, tainting the beauty of what we will have.”

He looked down at me, the light of an almost full moon bathing the planes of his face in harsh shadows, but his eyes glowed with an obsidian inner light. Slowly he nodded, and touched my lower lip with his thumb. “You were always thus. You never did anything halfway—it was with your whole heart, or not at all.”

“I sound like I was very annoying,” I said with a little self-conscious grimace as I sat up to retrieve my clothing.

“Not annoying—honorable.” He watched me dress, arrogantly naked, still aroused. “It irritated me at the time, but I learned to live with it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that as I finished dressing. I eyed him, guilt pricking away at my scruples. “I feel guilty about that,” I said, waving at his penis, which was in no way returning to a more quiescent state.

He pursed his lips as he looked at it. “Why?”

“I more or less led you on. There’s a term for that, and I’m appalled that it is applicable to me. Would you . . . I feel ridiculous even saying this after the big scene I just made, but would you like me to take care of it?”

“Yes,” he said so fast I laughed again. I sank to my knees next to him, laying a hand on his thigh. “You would do this for me? It would not violate your sense of duty and honor?”

“It does, but not as much as the guilt of what I allowed to happen.”

He shook his head, rising up on one elbow and catching my hand as I reached for him. “You did not
allow
me to touch you, Ysolde; I wished to seduce you. I did everything I could to sway you to that goal.”

“And I enjoyed every minute of it,” I said, slipping my hand from his. “Deep down, I knew if I told you to stop and really meant it, you would. And you did. So we are both to blame for how far things got carried, and although I would never do this for another man, although I feel I am still bound to my husband until I can tell him otherwise, you are the man I would choose to be with. For that reason, I wish to repay your kindness to me with a little kindness of my own.”

“It is not kindness,” he said as I bent over him, swirling my tongue around the very tip of him. He fell back, his eyes crossing as his hips thrust upward. “It is ecstasy.”

 

“I have to get back to Gabriel’s house.”

“No.”

My shirt went flying.

“They’re going to be wondering what happened to me. I don’t want them to worry. I have to go back.”

“No.”

My pants joined my shirt. I stood with hands on hips as I glared at Baltic, who was still naked, and quickly returning me to that state. “I can see where this is going, and it’s not going to happen. I will sleep alone tonight.”

“No.”

My bra arced through the air, landing with a whisper on my shoes.

“Why on earth did I ever think you were a reasonable man?” I cried, slapping my hands on my legs.

He looked up from where he was about to remove my panties, honestly surprised. “I don’t know. I’m not reasonable.”

“I’m glad you admit that. Baltic, I’m not going to sleep with you.”

“You are my mate,” he said, yanking the last of my clothing off, and scooping me up in his arms at the same time. He carried me over to a large bed, covered in a quilt of white and gold. “I will not make love to you, but you will sleep with me from this night forward.”

“That’s going to be a little bit difficult to explain to Brom,” I said, sliding beneath the cool linen sheets. For tonight, I saw no purpose in demanding he return me to Gabriel’s house. Everything would come out in the morning, since I couldn’t hide from either Gabriel or May the fact that I’d found Baltic. Besides, the reconciliation between Baltic and the weyr had to start at some point, and I’d much rather that it began sooner than later.

“Where is this child who should be mine, but who is not?”

“He’s with Aisling and Drake because Gabriel insisted that you were going to attack his house. And just so you know—love me, love my son.”

He snorted. “I was going to rescue you from Gabriel until I saw you outside.”

“Nice change of subject,” I said, amused. “But it’s not going to change anything. Besides, Brom is a good kid. You’ll like him.”

“I will not,” Baltic said grumpily, and lay down with his arms crossed.

I leaned over him and raised an eyebrow.

“I will tolerate him because he is of your blood, but no more,” he conceded.

I slapped a hand down on his chest, and tapped my fingers. “I would hope that once we are free, you will take an active role in his life as a loving, supportive stepfather.”