The fire that threatened to char my skin suddenly danced along it instead, leaving me with a sensation of warmth, but nothing more. Well, nothing more that was harmful — it also fired up the burn inside me to new levels, until I wiggled against Baltic, doing a seductive little dance that I’d never done before. He groaned into my mouth as his fingers dug into my behind, pulling me tighter against him as his lips and mouth and dragon fire consumed my every thought.
“You love me with all your heart,” he growled, his control very close to snapping.
As I told myself that I really needed to stop before things went too far, the words he had spoken sank in through the miasma of lust and love that raged in my brain, settling into a righteous annoyance.
“You know, I really hate people telling me what I do,” I answered, biting his lower lip, and not gently, either. I didn’t break the skin, because I didn’t wish to cause pain, but it was the sort of a nip that would make him take notice.
And take notice he did. “You dare bite me?” He reared back, shock evident on his face as he touched his lower lip.
“Yes — yes, I do.” With my hands on my hips, I took a menacing step forward. “I don’t like being told what to do! So you can just stop this Mr. Demanding bit and kiss me properly, or not kiss me at all!” “Now you are telling me what to do!” he stormed, taking a step forward until his chest rubbed against mine. “I don’t like it, either. And as for the kiss, Madame Bossy, I will kiss you any way I see fit. I am the wyvern here, not you!” “Madame Bossy!” I gasped.
Nose-to-nose, we glared at each other until I couldn’t help it, and laughed. To my surprise, Baltic’s lips twitched; then a rusty chuckled emerged, which cascaded into an outright guffaw.
My heart sang as I watched him laugh until tears wetted the corners of his eyes.
“Ah, chérie,” he said, putting his arms around me again. “Thus it has always been between us, eh?” I brushed the hair out of his eyes, my fingers tracing the satiny length of his eyebrow. “I don’t remember.” “You are the only one who has ever made me laugh,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth. “You used to say outrageous things, things I would not tolerate from any other dragon. Then when I was ready to throttle you, you’d tickle me, or perform some other silly act to lighten my mood, and make me think that life could not be any better.” His confession touched me, making my eyes burn as I dabbed away the remnants of laughing tears on his lashes. “Many things have changed about me, Baltic, but I’m afraid I’m still prone to saying outrageous things. Did I hurt you when I bit you?” “No.” His hands slid down to pinch my behind. “But do not do it again.” I giggled.
“You do love me with all your heart.” That was a statement, but there was a shadow in his eyes that had me answering quickly, “Yes, I do. I’ve just met you, and yet I’ve loved you for centuries. I love both you and Brom.” “Equally?” he asked, pinching me again.
“Yes,” I said, keeping my smile to myself.
“You should love me more.” His voice had a faintly disgruntled hint to it.
“That, my little periwinkle, is about a toe and a half over the line.” I slid out of his arms. It took more than a little effort to do that, since my body badly wanted to stay smooshed up to his, but the way my insides were humming, it was that or give in to him.
“Why do you push me away?” he asked, his eyes hot with desire.
“I… you overwhelm me.”
“Good.”
“No, it’s not good. At least, not until things are straightened out with my husband. Now… what were we talking about? I’ve lost track.” “We were discussing your refusal to mate with me,” he said, his eyes still smoldering with heat.
I held my tongue, not wanting to make another pass on that particular verbal merry-go-round. “You said you wanted to claim me in order to protect me. That claiming business is just an oath of fealty, isn’t it?” “That is part of it, yes.”
“Can we do the swearing without the sex?” “It is possible, but unheard of.”
“Well, you’d better start hearing it, because I will agree to accept you as a wyvern, but I won’t have sex with you. Not until I can resolve the issue of my husband. I fully intend to get a divorce from him, but until I have a chance to tell him I want one, to tell him that we are officially separated, there will be no sleeping together.” He dismissed the entire issue with a little wave of his hand. “I will take care of any concerns you have about the mortal.” “I’m not so sure he is mortal,” I murmured, thinking back to what Dr. Kostich had said.
“It matters not. He will cease to be a problem.” Baltic stood in front of me, a handsome, vital man who had suffered untold centuries of anguish. I touched his cheek, touched the hard planes of his face, tracing my finger along his high cheekbones and around his eyes, those beautiful black eyes that had a slight upward tilt, giving him a faintly Slavic look.
I brushed a strand of hair off his cheek. “How did we both come to be alive again?” He captured my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. “I don’t know how you came to be resurrected. But I will find out, chérie. I will find out.” “What do I need to say to swear fealty to you?” “Whatever is in your heart.”
I laughed. “My heart is confused at this point, so I wouldn’t look to it for any help. But I ought to be able to come up with something. Let’s see… I am Tully Sullivan, and I—” “You are Ysolde de Bouchier. This other name, this mortal name, has no bearing on us,” he insisted.
“I happen to like the name Tully—fine. I am Ysolde de Bouchier, also known as Tully Sullivan, and I hereby pledge my fealty to you, Baltic… um… is Baltic your first name or last name?” “It is my only name. I have no other.” “Oh. All right. That’s very movie star, but that’s fine. I hereby pledge my fealty to you, Baltic, wyvern of the black dragons. No, wait, that can’t be right. Kostya is the wyvern of the black dragons. He was at the sárkány.” Baltic swore. “His traitorous hide deserves only to be split on the end of my sword.” “Please tell me you’re not going to fight him for control of the black dragons,” I said, unable to handle the thought of what I knew would be a huge battle between Baltic and everyone in the weyr.
“By rights I should, but I will not. I am no longer a black dragon.” “You’re not?” I looked him over as if that would tell me anything. “What sept do you belong to? Not the silver dragons?” He shifted into dragon form, his body covered with glittering white scales.
“You’re a white dragon?”
“Not white — light,” he said as he shifted back, holding out his hand. Light formed there, stretching out to form a white and blue sword. “When I was reborn, I became something new, something not seen before — we are light dragons, you and I, Ysolde. Our dragon form reflects the fact that we encompass all colors, just as light does. We wield arcane magic, which other dragons cannot do. Ours is a new sept, with only the two of us as members.” I digested that. “That sword belonged to Antonia von Endres, didn’t it?” “Yes.” He glanced at it. “She gave it to me long ago.” “Why would she give you something like that?” I asked. “That sword is famous in magedom, and although you’re not a slacker at arcane abilities, you’re not a mage.” He tossed the blade up, catching it on the tip of one finger. It balanced perfectly. “Antonia gave it to me because she said I gave her great pleasure.” “What sort of great pleasure?” I asked, a sudden roar of anger whipping through me so great that it drove off my intention to tell him that Dr. Kostich had asked me to take the sword from him. “Great pleasure as in, oh, I don’t know, sex?” “She was my lover, yes.” He frowned, shaking his hand so that the sword dissolved into nothing.