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But& I glanced at Baltic s watch, lying on top of his pants. But Kostya s lair is in St.
Petersburg. That s a couple of hours away from here, and you didn t fade away until it was almost
dinnertime. How did you get there and back so quickly?
Mate, do not encourage him to speak. There is nothing more he likes than the sound of his own
voice. We ll never be rid of him if you ask him questions.
And there is nothing you like more than to belittle me in front of Ysolde! Constantine spat,
looking down his nose at us.
Baltic started to get up, but I pulled him back down onto the blanket. Stop it, both of you. I ve had
enough posturing and arguing today to last me a good month. How did you get the shard so quickly,
Constantine?
He sniffed and brushed off a minute speck of dirt from his sleeve. One of the benefits of being a
shade is that portals no longer discompose me. I portalled from St. Petersburg to Riga while Kostya
was behaving like the weakling he is.
I opened the box, smiling when light from within bathed me in a warm, golden glow. The shard was
in a long crystal tube, chased in gold, the glow deep inside it triggering a sense of well-being and
happiness. Our shard.
You have done as Ysolde asked; now you may leave, Baltic said abruptly.
I like that! I ve gone to all the trouble, not to mention considerable risk, of bringing that to you,
and you simply snatch it from me and try to throw me out? He put his hands on his hips. I ve a good
mind to let you cope by yourself with that lieutenant of yours, but I have too much affection for Ysolde
to go back on my word.
A good mind? You? You wouldn t know a good mind
Baltic, I interrupted, pinching the back of his arm.
What?
You re arguing with him when we could be doing much more pleasant things. Gently, I bit his
shoulder. Thank you for the shard, Constantine. I m sure I ll have the opportunity to be more
expressive in my thanks tomorrow.
Constantine bowed. Words of gratitude from your luscious lips, my lady, are all
Get the hell out of here! Baltic roared, and started to get to his feet.
Constantine sniffed again and made an obscene gesture. You don t have to be so rude, Baltic. I
know when my presence is not welcome. I was simply indicating to Ysolde
He finally left us, but only after Baltic chased him across half the garden. By the time Baltic
returned, still naked and no longer aroused, I was beginning to rethink my plan of seducing him under
the stars.
Perhaps we should go to our room, I said thoughtfully, my fingers stroking over the lid of the
phylactery box. Less traffic that way.
No, Baltic said stubbornly, taking me into his arms and divesting me of both his shirt and the box.
It is your desire to make love out here, and that is what we will do. Now lie back and let me
pleasure you.
You know the rules, I said, stroking my hand down the thick muscles of his chest. If we play that
way, I get to ask you questions.
No questions, he said, leaning over me until I did as he said and lay back on the blanket, giggling
a little at the scowl and firm-set jaw. It never failed to amuse me how he could be simultaneously
annoyed and seductive. Just lovemaking. We will commence with
Oh no, I get to use my toy on you. That s what I was going to do before we were disturbed.
His scowl darkened. I do not need sexual aids to arouse me, mate. And neither do you!
I laughed at the outrage in his voice, and softened my amusement by wiggling against him. No, of
course you don t, and you know full well I don t need anything but you to make me a mindless blob of
sated woman, but that doesn t mean we can t try something new now and again, just to broaden our
minds.
He glared at the object I retrieved. What is it?
It s, for lack of a better explanation, electric knuckles. Here, sit up and I ll show you.
Reluctantly, he rolled off me and sat up, his eyes suspicious as I turned on the device and ran it
over his shoulder muscles.
See? It s like when someone massages you, using the knuckles to dig into your muscles. It feels
good, doesn t it?
I prefer your hands to a metallic substitute, he said, but he leaned into it when I pushed harder on
the tendons at the base of his neck.
Obviously hands are best for a massage, I agreed, running it down his spine. But this can do
more than just what it was intended for.
His eyes narrowed as I moved it around to his leg, letting it vibrate on his thigh muscle for a
moment. In what way
He sucked in his breath as I slid the little machine up toward his genitals, just teasing the sides of
his testicles.
Now, tell me that isn t fun, I cooed, pushing him down onto his back so I could have access to all
those spots I wanted to torment.
It is& not unpleasant, he admitted, squirming just a little when I let the machine buzz his inner
thighs.
I bent down to take one tasty little nipple in my mouth as I ran the machine up his thigh again until it
reached the apex, allowing it to vibrate against the base of his penis. He froze for a few seconds; then
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