The moment the door closed behind him, she used a blast of air to shove him into the chair she had set up earlier and she kept a vortex in his lap to keep him down. "Now, mountain giant, tell me where Jin is."

He blinked from his seat, surprise evident on his features. "You are willing to get me mad in order to find out what you want to know?"

"Of course, she's my friend and I want her back alive and well. You, I am rather indifferent to." That was a lie, but one she was going to stick to.

"You needn't resort to something that will injure you, Solial. I will tell you what I have learned." He didn't move a muscle.

She wavered.

"Sit down before you fall down."

"You are in the only chair in the room."

He sighed and pulled her into his lap, completely ignoring the hurricane force winds that should have held him down.

"Now, Solial, there are some ground rules to this sort of thing. For every piece of information I give you, I get a kiss."

She was too surprised to give much of a fight.

He settled her firmly against him and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Do you agree, Solial? One question. One kiss."

Sol looked up into his face and considered. She did want to kiss him, but did she want to trade it for information? What the hell.

"Fine. Where she is and who she is with?"

"That's two questions. One at a time."

Sol sighed and crossed her arms over her breasts. "Fine. Where is she?"

"On Jotunheim. My kiss, please."

She waited until a blush started in her cheeks.

He was waiting for her.

Grumbling, she unlaced her arms and reached out for Morgarn. She pulled herself up to him, because he wasn't coming to her.

She pressed her lips to his, but when he didn't react, she mentally called herself nine types of stupid while slowly licking at his lower lip. It was like kissing stone for the first few seconds and then his lips parted and she felt the rush of air from his lungs. The bulge of his sex under her thigh grew even harder as she worked her mouth against his.

Before she could give in to the rising pounding of her pulse, Sol pulled back.

Morgarn groaned and leaned his head back, his chest was rising and falling as fast as hers was.

"Who is she with?"

He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, glittering with the same heat that was riding her. "She is with her mate."

"What's his name?"

"Ah ah. One question, one answer."

Sol moved in his grip, straddling him on her knees. She pressed her lips against his in a bruising kiss, holding his hair and rubbing against him. Gasping, she pulled away and when he tried to follow her, she held him back.

She whispered against his cheek. "What is his name?"

"Ragnar of the eldjotnar."

"Why did he take her?"

He didn't answer, merely crooked an eyebrow.

She gripped his ears and took him in a savage mating that used her tongue to taste the minty sweetness of his mouth, the surprising sharpness of his teeth and the cool, hard flex of his skin. If the rest of his body felt this good, she was in for a lot of trouble.

She backed off with a gasp, her nipples hard and her womanhood hot and pulsing. "One more." She dove back in to the kiss, rocking her hips against him and her moans blended with his.

She forgot to break the liplock and he did it for her. He leaned back, "She was his destined bride, the one the seer saw."

Sol backed up in surprise. "I am not going to ask any more questions tonight. I want to keep my clothes on."

His leather shirt was showing wear from the clawing of her nails, his chiselled lips were swollen and slick and she really wanted another taste. She licked her lips and leaned an inch forward before she caught herself.

"I can take you to your friend."

That was an offer that surprised her.