“And two hearts,” Ysolde and I said at the same time as we smiled up at him.
“I give you this token as a pledge of my heart,” he said, and tears pricked in my eyes at the love shining in his.
Ysolde and I kissed him, clutching the token to our chest. “It’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever received. I can’t believe you made it for me.” “You have sworn to be my mate, and for me there is no greater bond, but you were raised with mortals. I thought you would like it.” I was so touched, both at the time, and again now, that he would go to such lengths to please me. “It couldn’t have been easy to make it,” I told my Baltic as the other Ysolde cooed happily at the token before offering him her mouth again.
The two Baltics shimmered, the image of one overlaying the other.
“It wasn’t. I’m no artist. I almost severed my fingers a couple of times engraving the image in it.” “Make love to me,” I pleaded as the other Baltic scooped up my former self and carried her to the gigantic canopied bed.
Baltic glanced at the memories of us when I moved against him, sliding my hands around to his back, stroking the muscles there, and wiggling my hips in brazen invitation. “Here? With them?” “They’re us. We’re in your bedroom. Please, Baltic. I’ve waited so long for you, and now I can have you. You wanted to claim me yesterday — well, now I’m all yours.” “First you are aroused by the thought of males loving males; then you wished to bare your breasts to everyone with a pair of eyes in his head; and now you want to engage in mating with other people?” He bent and picked me up, carrying me to the bed with an expression that mingled irritation with desire. “We will have a long discussion about these fantasies of yours, chérie. I am willing to oblige you this once, but I warn you — you are my mate, and I have no intention of sharing you.” He laid me down on the bed next to the other Ysolde, who was now clad in what I recognized as a thin chemise, the black-haired Baltic kneeling between her legs, slowly pushing the chemise higher and higher.
“Whoa,” I said, unable to take my eyes from them, my own emotions as conflicted as Baltic’s. “This is… wow. On the one hand, it feels like we’re watching two people about to make love. But it’s us. So how can it feel so very… oooh… kinky?” Baltic, who had been removing his clothing, glanced over at the ghostly pair before returning his attention to me. He stood next to me, his hands on his hips, his penis fully aroused and saluting me. “As I said, we will have a discussion about this at a later time.” I looked at his groin, making a mental measurement before sliding a quick look over at the other version of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, accusation heavy in his voice as he climbed onto the bed.
“Nothing!” I said, quickly looking back at him.
His black eyes narrowed on me as he, too, knelt between my legs. “You were comparing me to him, weren’t you?” “Of course I wasn’t! What gave you that idea?” “I saw you looking at my rod. You looked at it, and then looked at his. You were making comparisons!” “He is you,” I said, pointing at the other Baltic.
“The fact remains that you were judging my rod against his.” “I was not!” He stared at me. I stared back at him. After about five seconds, I added, “Besides, it doesn’t matter. You’re bigger now.” “Aha! I knew it!”
“Look, you’re making a big fuss over nothing,” I said, gesturing toward the other couple. I glanced at them as I spoke, but the words dried up on my lips, and my eyes bugged out when Ysolde, lying next to me, groaned and clutched the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side as Baltic pleasured her with his mouth and hands. My mouth hung open as I blinked at the sight. It was so wrong to watch such an intimate moment between two people — but those two people were us. That was me having an orgasm that caused me to arch up off the bed, calling Baltic’s name. “By the rood,” I managed to get out as I watched.
Baltic smiled smugly. “You always were fast to please.” “By the rood!” I repeated as the other version of him crawled up her body, licking her with both his tongue and dragon fire. She growled, twining her legs around him as he eased himself into her warmth, her hands clutching his butt and pulling him tighter.
“Ysolde,” Baltic said.
“By the rood!” I yelled as Ysolde arched again, her hips jerking upward. Her Baltic murmured something in her ear, pulling out just long enough to move his arms under her legs so that they rested on his shoulders, angling her pelvis for maximum penetration. “Can you do that to me, please? Like right now?” He sat on his heels, frowning. “I do not like the fact that the sight of others making love excites you so much, chérie. You should be focused on me only.” “I am focused on you. Holy — is he doing what I think he’s doing?” “You wished to have a child,” Baltic said, not paying the least bit of attention as his other self crammed a couple of pillows beneath Ysolde’s behind, on his knees as he thrust into her with hard, fast movements. “I was simply trying to help you conceive.” I blinked, unable to look away until Baltic bit my ankle. “Mate, I am the one you should be staring at with that look of lust and desire and besotted fascination!” “Jealous?” I asked him, trying to look at both Baltics at once. It wasn’t easy.
“That would be foolish—” Even he stopped to look as the other version of us, with cries that were unmistakable for anything but those of completion, fell off the side of the bed.
“I knocked myself out for a few minutes by hitting my head on the floor,” Baltic commented as I peered over at them.
Sure enough, Ysolde was on the floor, making soft little happy noises, stroking the sweaty back of the man who was still evidently embedded in her, her legs rubbing up and down on his. He didn’t move.
“I hope you weren’t hurt seriously.” “I wasn’t. Now if your voyeuristic desires have been satisfied, will you please attend to me?” “Sorry,” I said, scooting back to my spot. Baltic looked peeved now. “But if you could do just what the other Baltic did, minus the falling on the floor and cracking your head, that would be really, really fine with me.” “It is right that you wish to give me a child since you gave one to the usurper,” he said, approval softening his frown. “But first, I must claim you properly as my mate. Afterward, we will make a child.” I opened my mouth to tell him that one son was enough for me, but I remembered the pain in his face when he had spoken to my past self of the child we’d lost. “We’ll talk later about adding to the family, all right? At this moment, I really would like you to do something other than frown at me.” He dipped his head and bathed me in fire.
I screamed and almost came off the bed, my breath caught in my throat as he started pulling off my clothing. As it did before, the fire seemed to dance on my skin, pulsating as it moved up my legs to my stomach.
Baltic pulled off my jeans, sandals, and underwear with a sweep of his hands. I writhed on the bed as the fire swept upward. The corset top seemed to melt off me as Baltic snapped the laces one by one until all that stood between me and his fire was my bra.
“You, too, are bigger,” he said just as his head bent over the valley of my breasts, the bra coming off easily. His breath steamed my flesh, making me yearn for the inferno I knew he could build within me.
“I am not!” I looked down at my breasts. “You really think so?” “I know it. You were plentiful before. Now you are”—he cupped one breast in his hand, his thumb gently rubbing across my nipple—“very abundant.” “Fire,” I begged, squirming against him as his tongue flicked out over my now-aching breast.
“You must learn to use your own fire,” he chastised, taking my breast into his mouth. I moaned and grabbed great handfuls of the sheets just as the past Ysolde had done, my breasts thrusting upward.