by Aidy Award
She pointed to the hole in her shirt. "Case in point."
He glared at that hole for far too long, the angry fires returning to his eyes. "I still have nothing to give you. I don't have a soul, Yvaine. How can I be your soul mate without a fucking soul."
She didn't believe that for a hot second. Someone had taught him that he was worthless. How could he not see how shiny and bright the fire inside of him was? She wasn't going to convince him here and now of it. She'd work on him for as long as it took. "Soul, schmoal. I'll just share mine with you."
For the briefest of moments, the fire in Jett's eyes burned blue and then white hot. If she hadn't been staring into them so deeply, she would have missed it. They flickered back to his usual reddish yellow flame and he blinked at her, twice, three times. "I don't think that how it works, love."
"Aww. You called me love." She was going to have to come up with a pet name for him too. How exciting.
"Yvaine." He growled her name and it sent lots of fun shivers through her.
"Jett." She did her best to match his tone, but couldn't do it. She was too giddy with these new found feelings for him to sound lustfully cranky.
His eyes flicked back and forth between hers, searching for something. Maybe that soul business. "I'm still afraid I've cursed you to the darkness with me."
She tried to refute him again, but he held up his hand to stop her and all she got out was a tiny grunt. He dropped his fingers to her mouth and caressed her lips. "But I don't think I can give you up. I guess we'd better go find that unicorn and break all the curses we can with it."
Finally. Uh-oh. He'd said curses. Plural. Maybe unicorns had blood banks. "Are there more curses than the one that's on me, that you want to break?"
"Yes." He nodded and looked like he was choosing his words carefully. "When you came into the bar last night, I was waiting for a magic dealer. He was supposed to give me information on how to break the curse on my brothers."
Whoa. Built in family. "You have brothers? Are they all as handsome as you?"
"You've met them. Well, some of them."
The only other dragons they'd met was the green one and the big black one that had tried to capture and or kill them. Crud. He was definitely related to that black one. Duh. He had said something about it being the King of Hell and also that he was the bastard son. Now she was putting two and two and two together. "I have, when? Is it Jakob?"
Please be Jakob, please be Jakob.
"No." He swallowed and looked at her like he didn't want to say. "The demon dragons are my brethren."
"Uh. The batstriches? Brothers from another mother, I take it?"
"We are all children of the Black Dragon, the King of Hell. Some are born beyond any hope of real life, but others, like the one who tried to kill you, I think I can save them. They still retain their sense of self, they can communicate, and they are waiting for me to begin the revolution to save them from life as a minion, forced to battle the dragon warriors in the name of Kur-Jara and his vengeance on Dragonkind."
Yvaine raised her arms in the air. "Viva la Resistance."
Jett shook his head but she saw the smile on his face too. "Let's see that map and find out where we're going tomorrow."
She handed him the brown piece of paper. "Tomorrow?"
He took it, but didn't bother unfolding it. "Yes. My brethren have waited centuries to be freed. They can wait one more night. Tonight, I'm taking you back to the Green Wyvern's villa, begging his bride for a room for the evening, where I can be sure we won't have any distractions from friends nor foe."
"Umm, because you're tired and want to rest for our journey?" He didn't look tired. She wasn't. She was invigorated and could've danced all night. And still have asked for more.
"Not even a little. Because I want you in my bed, under me, moaning my name as I make you come over and over until we are both exhausted and satisfied."
"Oh." She said that instead of a squee, which was what she was really feeling inside. Was now a good time to tell him she hadn't ever done any of the coming and moaning someone's name thing before? Probably not. He'd figure it out soon enough. Stay cool. "That sounds like...fun."
"I'm going to make it much more than fun for you, love."
There he went again calling her love. Did he love her? He couldn't. Not yet. Maybe having sex would help her figure that out. They did call it making love. She got a thrill every time he called it fucking. She really wanted to experience fucking. They could do making love later. "Do we have to wait until tonight?"
"If I could I would fly you back to the villa and be inside of you in the next six minutes. But the nature of our curses means we will be walking back. I won't have you vulnerable where there are no wards. This town is under the Green Wyr protection, but it isn't as safe as their home. When I'm fucking you I don't want to worry about demon dragons popping up. They will never come close to you ever again. Not until we have broken their curse."
"I'll race ya." Yvaine bolted through the door and took off running. She wouldn't have the stamina to last very long before she either got a stitch in her side or wore out. Even better if he caught her.
Yvaine. Don't you know better than to run from a predator, naughty girl?
Oops she must have changed him in her excitement. The shop they'd met Mr. Bohacek in was right at the edge of town and as soon as she hit the open road, she sped up to sprint as fast as she could. Living in the convent, she hadn't been allowed to run like this. It was almost as exhilerating as Jett's kisses.
Her hair whipped out behind her and her muscles woke up, the blood rushing through them, for the first time in her life. "Bet you can't catch me, dragon."
Run, my mate. Because when I do capture you, you won't be going anywhere for a long time.
Yvaine laughed with the pure joy of being in the wide open country-side, free as a bird. She felt like she could fly. Jett flew over her head and his shadow passed beside her. He swooped down like he was going to grab her up in his talons, but she darted to the side giggling like a fool. Before she knew it, the villa and its gardens came into view. She didn't want this chase to end, but she did want what was going to happen when Jett caught her to start as soon as possible. She slowed down and came to a stop in front of the main entryway to the house, bending at the waist and breathing hard.
Jett landed beside her and bowed his head. Whatever you are, running is in your blood. I truly couldn't catch you and believe me I tried.
Yvaine half laughed, half sucked in deep long breaths. She threw her arms around Jett's dragony neck and when he had lips again she kissed them. "I've never done that before. It was fun. My heart is beating so fast but I hardly feel tired."
He lifted her up into his arms and kicked the big wooden door open, carrying her across the threshold.
"Oh gosh, you can't carry me like this, I'm too heavy." Princesses got carried around, not chubby orphan girls. Secretly she loved that he hadn't even grunted with effort when he grabbed her up.
"Not even a little bit." He strolled into the main room and toward a big staircase that led up to a second level.
Ciara popped her head around the corner probably wondering if Jett was in here breaking his furniture again. Jakob wasn't far behind. Neither got to say a word before Jett bounded up the stairs.
"We require a room for the evening. We'll be leaving in the morning."
"Last room on the left." Ciara hollered up behind them. "I'll do a little sound-proofing ward on it to give you some privacy. I'll have cook send up snacks later. Have fun storming the castle."
It didn't take Jett long to find the room and he didn't even have to kick that door open. Yvaine gasped when she saw the opulent room. It was decorated in deep reds, with a soft love seat in front of a huge fireplace, and a bed that was bigger than most rooms she'd ever stayed in. He set her down at the foot of the mattress and pushed her back into the plush bedding.
"The door," she whispered.
Jett growled but crossed
back and slammed the door shut. When he turned back around his lids were half-lowered in the most sensual look on a man she'd ever seen. He was so damn sexy and she wanted him, on top of her, inside of her.
He was already stalking toward her but she decided it would be fun to lift a finger and motion him over with a come hither look. She was probably doing this all wrong. Virgins were supposed to be quiet, shy, and reticent. Yvaine didn't want to be any of those things. She didn't even know who said she had to be. So she wasn't going to.
She knew she didn't have a perfect body. He seemed to like her anyway. Maybe she'd look dumb trying to be sexy, but he made her feel like she already was. "Take off your shirt, dragon."
He crossed his arms and yanked the t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor behind him. Yvaine was going to spend hours running her hands and maybe her tongue over every single muscle in his chest and abs. Dear sweet heaven. She was also going to spend a very long time kissing ever single one of the scars marring each of his shoulders. Whatever had made those marks had happened long ago and must have been very painful.
"Your turn, Yvaine. Take off your shirt, and then your jeans, and everything else you have on so I can lick, and kiss, and suckle every part of your body. I will claim you from head to toe and all the fun places in between."
Yes, yes, and more yes. But she wanted to make every part of this experience last as long as possible. She'd been waiting for it for years. "I think it would be more fun if you took them off of me."
"If I do that you won't have anything to wear tomorrow because I'm going to shred them if you're still wearing anything by the time I touch you. I want nothing between us."
She didn't even have time to get her hands under the hem of her shirt. He was in front of her, grabbing the collar and made good on his promise. The tattered pieces fell down her arms and to the bedspread.
"I warned you," he said and reached for her bra.
"That shirt was trash anyway." But bras in her size were harder to come by. She could probably borrow clothes from Ciara in the morning, but it would be weird to ask for undergarments too. She slipped straps off and reached behind to unclasp it. She tossed it to the side and reveled in Jett's sudden intake of breath.
If there was one thing she did like about having extra curves, it was her boobs. She had a great rack.
Jett leaned down and cupped each of her breasts in his big strong hands. His skin was hot to the touch and she couldn't wait for him to put her hands on her everywhere. She was already feeling warm, especially between her legs. He was going to send her up in flames.
He rubbed a thumb over each of her nipples and lowered his head to her chest. His lips touched down directly over her heart, right where the circular scar sat on her chest. He kissed it, softly, and whispered into her skin. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you from this."
Yvaine ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling each of the long scars there all the way down to her soul. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you from this."
His eyes shimmered, dark around the edges and fiery hot inside. "Love. You couldn't have been. They happened a long time ago. Someday soon I will exact my revenge for both of our scars."
He was being far too serious for the amount of fun she wanted them to have tonight. "Mmm. Whisper more sweet nothings like that into my ear."
"I'll never understand how I got so lucky to have fate bring me to you."
That whole destiny thing still bothered her. She was here with Jett by her own choice. "Fate can suck it. I'm the one who found you, remember?"
"I'll never forget." Jett climbed up on the bed and over her, pushing her arms over her head. He licked and nipped at the skin beneath her shiny new dragon mark and lowered himself onto her, pressing her into the bed. Yowza. He aligned her hips with his and ground against her.
Yvaine wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs holding him right where she needed him most. Screw taking their time. She wanted to touch and feel and see what he was hiding in his jeans that was making her wet. "Pants, take off your pants, and mine while you're at it."
"Teasing you is more fun than I expected it would be. I think I'll work my way slowly down your body, spending lots of time sucking on each of this lush nipples before I take off any more of your clothes."
"Meanie."
"You have no idea." He chuckled and blew a scorching breath across one breast before drawing it into his mouth. He lashed it with his tongue and Yvaine literally saw stars behind her eyelids.
She squirmed beneath him trying to free her arms so she could take her own stupid jeans off. If his mouth on her breast blew her mind, what else could he do with that talented tongue of his. Try as she might, he didn't let her move an inch. "I need to feel you. All of you."
He hummed his agreement, but still didn't let her up. No, instead he tortured her with his mouth, making her moan when he switched from one nipple to the other. "That feels so good. Can I try it on you?"
That got his attention. He lifted his head and licked his lips. "Maybe later."
"How about now? Now would be good. Isn't it mine turn to melt your brain?" She couldn't wait to explore every inch of his body.
"We're nowhere near that point yet. But I'll concede a little." Jett released her arms, but only so he could kiss his way down her stomach, swirl his tongue around her belly button and rip open the fly of her jean.
There went one more piece of clothing she wouldn't be putting back on in the morning. Only one more left. He yanked the jeans down her legs and tossed them to the floor with all the other tattered pieces of fabric.
"Yvaine. Are there seriously little unicorns all over your panties?"
Duh. "Yes. What else would there be? Dragons?"
"This dragon would rather be inside of them." He pushed her legs open and kissed a very strategically placed unicorn that sent all kinds of lava pouring through her body. He used his teeth, gripping the material between them and yanked the scraps off of her.
"Ouch." Having her panties ripped off sounded more fun than it was. She was going to have welts.
"Let me kiss it and make it better." Jett nibbled his way from the inside of her thigh, until she was going mad waiting for him to actually kiss her. She pushed her hands into his hair and gripped it tight not letting him move a centimeter. Finally his tongue pressed along her folds and growled long and low. "You fucking taste like sweet cherries and the ripest peaches. I will never get enough of you."
Jett lapped at her, swirling his tongue around and around, up and down, until her legs were trembling and she couldn't think straight. "Please, Jett. Please don't stop. I'm so close."
He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit and then sucked it between his lips, scraping his teeth over the ultra sensitive bud. Her hips bucked trying to get more of his rough touch and she cried out his name. "Jett, oh yes. Jett, Jett."
Those stars she saw earlier exploded into super novas that collapsed in on themselves sucking every bit of air from the room. Her whole universe shrunk to only Jett between her legs and then exploded sending her consciousness into a thousand million pieces when her orgasm slammed into her body sending her so far over the edge, she wasn't sure she would ever come back.
Duck Me, Babe
Yvaine wanted her turn to melt Jett's mind, but it was already mush and he hadn't even come yet. Fuck, she hadn't even touched him. He was on the verge of absolute bliss from hearing her little moans and gasps of pleasure. The way she gripped his hair, pulling on his scalp, guiding him to exactly the way she wanted his mouth on her had his cock rock hard and weeping to be inside of her.
Geshtianna and her succubus coven had taught him well how to give a woman pleasure, but it had always been just part of the act. Give pleasure so he could take his own. He'd never gotten anything more out of it than being allowed to get his own rocks off. It had never been like this.
Yvaine squirmed and cried out his name, pressing her delicious wet cunt into his mouth. He fucking loved it. She tasted
like no other woman he'd ever been with. Literally she was the flavor of sweet berries and brown sugar and cotton god-damned candy. But when she climaxed, it was like drug-induced rainbows exploded in his head. Her orgasm was the best time he'd ever had in or out of bed.
Her body went limp under his mouth and Jett gave her one more long lick and dropped his forehead to the mattress, breathing just as hard as she did, trying to regain his composure.
The tiniest giggle erupted from her. "I think I've been doing orgasms wrong, because that was...something else."
Jett nipped at her inner thigh and then crawled up onto the bed and over her. He took her mouth in a long hard kiss and she moaned when he pushed his tongue into her, letting her taste herself. Not stopping for even a moment to let her catch her breath he reached between her legs and teased her entrance with two fingers. "We've only just begun. I intend to watch you come apart for me this time. Your orgasms are intoxicating."
"Again? Already? That one was so overwhelming, I don't see how I could possibly--"
Jett pushed his fingers through her slick folds and homed in on her hard nub. When he pinched and stroked the ultra sensitive flesh her mouth popped open into a wide O and her eyes crossed. Mmm. Yes. That's what he wanted to see. He kissed her again, tracing her lips with his tongue and then propped himself up on one elbow to watch her come for him. He paid very close attention to they way her body responded to his touch and repeated every stroke that had her moaning.
"Oh man. Oh, oh. Jett, what are you doing to me. I...I." He swirled his thumb over her clit and her hips lifted off the bed.
Her eyes shut and she thrashed her head from side to side. She gripped the comforter tight in each fist and arched her back. Her tongue snaked out and she bit down on her lip stifling her cries.
"Come for me again, love. Let me hear your cry out my name."
She thrashed and tried to close her legs and he didn't let her get away for even a second. "Come for me right now, Yvaine. Give me your orgasm. It's mine, only mine."
She threw her head back and her entire body shook, contracting with the force of her climax. She didn't scream his name this time, her voice was a hoarse cry. Jett replied in kind, her name on his lips as a wave of pleasure hit him. Holy fuck, she was projecting her orgasm onto him, pouring the rush of feel good chemicals and hormones into his body. They were already so tightly connected that he couldn't imagine what it would be like when he finally brought their bodies together and made them one.