Page 12 of Defy Me

The demon dragons were piling up below them in a title wave of black scaly bodies. Jett glanced down at them and then to the water's edge. Damn it all to hell. They were building a wall of themselves to block his path. At the rate their bodies were building up they'd be a barricade he wouldn't get through unharmed before reaching the river.

"Jett, that king dragon just made another flaming wind tunnel on your six. Uh-oh and another one on your three and your nine."

Great. Ass clowns to the left, jokers to the right and they were stuck in the middle. They weren't going north, south, east, or west. Their only choices remaining were up or down. Up meant fighting the Black Dragon. Down meant eating dirt. Two shitty ass choices.

Up or down?

"You're asking me? Don't you have a plan? I thought you had a plan." Yvaine slapped at Jett's leg. "Why don't I actually get the be the damsel in distress. I'm tired of saving your butt today. You owe me, Jett. Down. There."

She was going to save him. Yeah. Right. She did have some fancy pants powers that he didn't yet understand but that had gotten them out of a tight spot. If she was ready to use them again he was in. Live today and fight the Black Dragon when he was ready to free his brethren. Then they could all defeat the bastard together.

He saw where Yvaine pointed, and it looked like the worst place on the face of the planet to land. A petrol station. In a firepocalypse. Yeah. Great idea. They were so going to die. He shook his head, then spun and tucked his wings, going straight for the shiny black Porsche Boxster parked at the pump. If he was going to die, he might as well do it in a high-performance piece of German automobile engineering. He dropped Yvaine directly into the passenger seat of the convertible and shifted so he was sitting beside her.

The probable owner of the car and the station attendant standing next to it with the gas nozzle in his hand were smart and ran away screaming. Now to hot wire the car. He reached under the console to pop it off. Yvaine reached over, pushed the button on the dash starting the car, threw it into gear, and pushed down on his thigh. His leg jerked in response and he slammed his foot on the gas. The car took off and Jett grabbed the steering wheel, swerving to avoid oncoming traffic.

Yvaine didn't take her hand off his thigh. No, she squeezed it. Hard. "Tell me you think we are well and truly trapped right now."

"I think we are completely fucking dead. Ten more seconds and those flames will reach the petrol tanks and this place will go up in more flames than are in hell. Which is exactly how the demon dragons and their king like it. We're not just trapped, we're fucked, and not in the fun way."

"Okay." Yvaine gripped his leg in the same way she had when he'd been in dragon form. That same sense of enjoyment from her touch shimmered through him. Only the magic he used to shift between forms could compare to the zings she sent through his body. What the hell was this woman and what had she done to him?

"Then hold on." She closed her eyes, scrunched up her nose in the most adorable way, and held her breath.

Before Jett could ask, the fire, the demon dragons, the Black Dragon, and the whole damn town disappeared. Instead of steering the car through the blackened streets of Glückstadt they transported into a field of wild flowers with the river adjacent. The Boxster bumped and careened, then hit a small mound of dirt. They went flying into the air, Dukes of Hazzard style, and landed hard. Jett spun the steering wheel and the only reason they didn't flip and roll the little car was because of the big ass tree they collided with. The car came to an abrupt stop, the airbags exploded in their faces and the world around them went silent in the aftermath.

Jett shook his head to get his wits back about him and speared the airbag with a talon, slowly letting it deflate. Then he did the same to Yvaine's. Her head was resting against it as if it was a pillow. It was decidedly not. He could already see the bruises forming around her nose and eyes from the impact. He was going to be real pissed off if they'd escaped only for her to die in a god-damned car crash.

He pressed his fingers gently against her neck and blew out a shuttered breath when she groaned. She didn't open her eyes but asked, "Are we dead yet?"

"No. Your spell saved us. Again. I've never seen a witch who can do what you can. What are you?"

Yvaine sat back against the seat and tugged down the shirt she was wearing until her soft peachy flesh was covered by a cartoon drawing of a unicorn. "Tired is what I am. If hanging out with you is going to be this exhausting, I'm going to need way more caffeine in my life."

Hanging out. That was not something he'd ever done. Ever. He hunted. He fought. He fucked. He didn't hang. So why did that sound like something he wanted to do with her? Jett reached over and touched her face, very carefully stroking one finger along her cheekbone. "Is that what we've been doing?"

She covered his hand with hers and leaned into the caress. The necklace she wore glowed with a strange black light. "Ow."

No way he was removing his hand. "Sorry. Can you shift and heal yourself?"

"Umm. I don't know what that means. I think there are a lot of things you're going to have to explain to me."

"Your true form. You're not a witch. Are you not a shifter either? I've imagined you as a cute chubby-cheeked bunny rabbit more than once today." One that he'd like to eat right up.

Her eyes went wide and she slapped his hand away. "Did you just call me chubby?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't get mad. I happen to like--"

"Oh man. You're trying to pretend you're a chubby chaser, aren't you?" She pulled at the door handle, but the metal was crumpled and didn't budge. Even slamming her shoulder against it didn't get the door open. She growled at the door in a very cute and sexy way and then climbed up on her seat and slid over the side of the car. "How many mythical creatures am I going to come across today. A dragon I could almost believe, but a hot dude who likes my curves. Yeah, right."

She put air quotes around the word curves and then stomped off across the field. Jett couldn't hear what all she was muttering, partly because he was mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the way she kept throwing her arms up in the air in all kinds of gesticulations. Damn she was even more adorable when she was mad.

He glanced around the field to make sure there were no demon dragons popping up out of the shadows and that they were safe for the time being. Nada. Good. Because, no doubt about it. Whether this girl thought she was hot or not, he was definitely going to fuck her until she was screaming out his name over and over. He'd show her exactly how tantalizing her body was to him. Those hips he could grip hard while he was driving his cock into her, those thighs he was going to use for earmuffs, and the ass he was going to spend hours worshipping with his tongue.

Jett hopped out of the steaming pile of Porsche and stalked Yvaine across the field. She was still muttering to herself when he tossed her over his shoulder.

"Hey, what are you doing, you ash face? Put me down, right now." She pounded against his back and tried to kick her legs, but all that did was wiggle her ass under his arm.

Not a chance, little bunny.It wasn't like he was going to fuck her right here and now. He wanted something more from her than simply great sex. He wanted it to mean something.

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