Page 1 of Defy Me

Dragons and Other Good Luck Charms

Fucking dragons.

And their fucking mates. Who were all beautiful brave women each of which he had more than a little crush on. If he hadn't seen what finding a soulmate had done for those stupid Wyvern bastards with his own eyes he wouldn't be such a miserable asshole. Now all he could think about was getting a soul shard, finding a mate, and getting the boost in power that came with. It was the only way to save his brothers.

Save himself.

You do one little favor for the most powerful warriors on the planet and they think your soul is redeemable. No matter how much Jett wanted that to be true, it was never going to happen. He poured himself another drink and downed it, liking the burn. It wasn't as hot as his dragon fire, or as satisfying, but for some gods-forsaken reason he came to this little pub night after night waiting on that damned magic dealer to return and in the meantime, tried to get drunk.

No one here tried to manipulate him, or wanted anything from him. It was nice and quiet and as mind numbing as ancient Latin. For decades, all his years spent in hell, he'd wished for normalcy. Now that he had it, he was miserable. Maybe he should pick a fight. At least that would be better than crying in his Jagermeister.

He couldn't get into it with a human though. They were too damn fragile. How did these stinking animals even survive in a world where monsters, like demon dragons, were real? Where monsters like he himself were real. No, if he wanted to work off some steam, he needed to find one of those creatures of the night.

His senses told him the group at the nearest table had no powers, although one of them seriously looked like an ogre. Most of the people who lived in this little dot on the map that was Glückstadt, Germany were nothing. That's why it was a good place to hide out. A different kind of presence nipped at the edges of his spidey-senses. Something definitely not human, but with the familiar acrid scent of fire and brimstone. He could find the creature and have some fun hunting it. With his parentage there wasn’t anything hellborn he couldn’t catch. But it might be more entertaining to see what it was doing here, before he killed it.

The door of the pub blew open and a blonde woman with the glow of something supernatural around her rushed in like the wind had shoved her through the doorway. Jett glanced around to see if anyone else in here noticed how she was lit up like a damned star in the gold night sky.

A few patrons looked her way, but only because of the disturbance. None were taken aback by who or what she was. Not that he had a clue what kind of being hid under her skin. He couldn't be the only one seeing her aura of shiny power. He'd bet a dragon's hoard that whatever beast was here knew and was lying in wait for her.

This should be interesting. Jett picked up his stein and took a long swig, waiting for the scene to play out. If he was lucky, the big bad wolf would make trouble.

The woman pushed her hair out of her face, save one errant strand that she gave a well-practiced blow and then tucked behind her ear. My, oh my. He'd never wanted to be a piece of hair so badly in his life. That mouth was something. She tugged on her t-shirt, that had - shit - a unicorn of all things on it. Any grown woman who wore something like that had an innocence about her that he needed to stay far, far away from.

Her shirt refused to stay in place, and it crept back up, showing the thinnest sliver of skin between it and her jeans. That tiny swathe of her bare side had his cock standing up and taking notice. Which was strange. It wasn't like he had seen, tasted, caressed, and spanked a whole lot more flesh than that.

Jett readjusted his legs, spreading them wide under the table to give his brand new erection some relief from the zipper of his jeans. Then he leaned back in his chair waiting for the action to start. And it would. The masked hell’s beast had taken notice of her presence too.

Blondie caught him staring at her and headed straight to his table. Uh-oh. She was going to bring the trouble to him. He'd been laying low for a while, ever since he'd helped Cage, the stupid Gold Wyvern, rescue his mermaid mate from Hell and gotten his own ass kicked by the Black Dragon in the process. Jett would be back for his father's head soon enough. Once he had what he needed to free his brethren.

Blondie made her way through the rest of the patrons and plonked down in the chair next to him. Not across, not on the other side, but so close his arm brushed up against hers as she picked up his half full mug of beer and took two, three, four long gulping swallows.

His cock once again was jealous of an inanimate object. Jett watched her, fascinated. He didn't exactly radiate friendly, come sit with me vibes. The opposite, if his entire life up until now was any proof.

She plonked the now empty stein down on the table and burped. "Pretend to be my boyfriend." She looked back at the door, then at him, her lavender eyes sparkling. "You know, my big bad, very possessive boyfriend."

He'd never in his life seen anyone with eyes like hers. They were mesmerizing. But not enough that he was willing to do something dumb like try to protect her from whatever was chasing her. "And why would I do that?"

"Don't ask. Just kiss me." She glanced back at the door again and the next second it flew open again. Then she slid her fingers into his hair and planted her lips on his.

Jett caught a glimpse of two men with too many muscles not to be supernatural beings shove their way into the room. And he didn't care even a little bit. She touched her mouth to his and the world exploded into fucking rainbows. There could be dragon warriors come to lop off his head, or the Black Dragon himself hunting him down- none of the above would get him to pay any attention to them. Because this was the best fucking kiss he'd ever experienced in his entire miserable life and all she'd done so far was brush her lips across his in a chaste tease.

Not that he spent a lot of time going around kissing people. He'd spent more of his above ground time with the succubae of Geshtianna's coven trying to lure him into their beds than looking for bed partners of his own. Not a single talented succubus had even come close to blowing his mind like this soft, supple, sweet woman licking over his bottom lip asking him to open for her.

Her eyes fluttered shut and the tiniest whimpered moan from her hit him low and hard in the gut. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer wanting to feel the heat of her body touching his. She was warm and soft, her ample curves molded to his hard angles. His fingers found their way to that bit of skin he'd been dying to touch.

She was so damn soft, so fucking sweet.

He didn't do soft. Or sweet. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it.

But not with her. He would give this woman anything she wanted, any time that she wanted it. He'd give her everything if he could. Not that he had much to give.

The sound of a throat being cleared tried its best to break into Jett's living fantasy. "Ahem."

Damn it. This goddess was mere centimeters away from pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could finally taste her and some asshole was going to interfere. He would simply have to kill them. He very gently broke the kiss, but moved his lips only far enough away from hers to speak. "Go away. We're busy."

Jett breathed in her scent. She was snow and sunshine, morning dew on fluffy kittens. Shit. Where did that even come from? Whatever spell she was working on him had turned his brain into mush. Kittens. He didn't even like Grumpy Cat, much less mewling little fur balls.

Blondie had reopened her eyes, but her lips were parted waiting for him to kiss her once again. He brushed that strand of hair off her face and pushed a hand gently into her locks. His body said take, but his mind, and something else he couldn't identify, told him to treat her like a fragile glass ornament.

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