Page 15 of Defy Me

Then let's go to them now and I will force them to teach you how to use your abilities. Where are they?

Now it was Yvaine's turn to look anywhere but at him and scratch around in the dirt with the toe of her shoe. She shrugged and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

I see.The snout of the dragon snuffled her in the throat again which was stupidly comforting. The glow from the necklace she was wearing lit up and little sparks floated around in the air between them. Jett'f form shifted again and in place of a snout his lips were against her skin. Cheeze-whiz that felt good.

"What a pair of lost souls we are, you and I. Maybe that's why I have this debilitating attraction to you." He kissed her collarbone and then scraped his teeth across her skin.

Yvaine's knees almost gave out when he did that. "Oh, gosh. Do that again."

"This?" He nibbled on her ear and sucked it into his mouth. His hands wandered south, one settling into the small of her back and the other cupping her butt cheek.

Normally she didn't let anyone touch her bum. She had always been too self conscious about the size. She leaned into Jett's touch. "No. The other thing. Although that's nice too and you could go back to that later."

"Ah. You mean this." He squeezed her butt and pulled her closer, grinding his pelvis against hers.

Whoa. Either there was dragon in his pocket or he was very happy to see her. "Stop teasing me. Do the thing with my neck. Please."

"Mmm," he growled and Yvaine felt the rumbles all the way to her core and between her legs. "I like hearing you beg me. Do it again and maybe I'll give you what you want."

That was enough of that. She speared her hands into his hair and pulled him down to the sensitive skin that was really doing the begging for him. No one had ever said that space between her shoulder and her neck was so sensitive. "Do it, Jett."

He licked that spot and drug his teeth over her skin again. They both moaned and the world around them filled up with black light and red sparks. Or maybe those were just behind her eyelids. She couldn't seem to keep them open for all the intensity of the kisses he was giving to her. He nipped at her skin with his teeth and she wanted nothing more than for him to bite her.

She'd never wanted anyone to do that to her. She'd wanted plenty of boys to kiss her. Not that very many had. Consequences of living at a convent with nuns. Biting hadn't even been in her fantasies. She definitely wanted Jett to use his teeth on her. She gripped his hair tighter and glued her body to his.

He breathed her in and moaned her name. "Yvaine. What are you doing to me? Why can't I control anything about myself around you?"

She didn't get a chance to answer because a huge explosion shook the ground. Together they stared at the burst of flames and dark black smoke spewing into the air no less than a mile away. A wave of heat and percussion smacked into them and Jett's dragon form flickered to the surface before he tackled her to the ground covering her body with his.

For about the four-thousandth time today adrenaline shot through her. Very much more of this and she was going to run out of the stuff. Although, it was just as rapidly being replaced with whatever hormones had her girly parts excited about being squished under Jett. She took several shuttered breaths which didn't help even a little bit since her nose was all filled up with the smoky sexy as sin scent of him. That must be a new version of Axe body spray. L'eau de Drakon. Mmm. Oh, cripes, she needed to get her head and those excited girl bits to quit it. "Do you think that was the petrol station?"

Jett stared down at her and his eyes were smiling like he knew everything that had been going through her head. "Yeah. We're not as far from the town as I'd hoped we were. We need to get out of here."

"Uh-huh." Was that voice that sounded all Marylin Monroe-ish?

"Probably." He didn't move. His eyes did though. Down to her mouth and back up again.

Had all the air suddenly gone from this big wide open field? Or maybe she'd forgotten how to breath. She did manage to croak out, "yeah, probably."

Jett looked disappointed and rolled off of her. Yvaine felt really dumb for missing the heat and weight of him over her. It was for the best because she had totally been ready to get it on with him right here in the middle of a field. That had to be the left over adrenaline talking. That was a thing, she was sure of it. It was in movies anyway.

He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her back up. Without releasing her fingers from his, he led her back toward the car wreckage. "Change me back into my dragon form and I will fly us somewhere safe."

"Umm." She was starting to believe that maybe she had some other powers besides her Houdinism, but she sure as shirt didn't know how to use them on purpose. Besides. She didn't want to fly anywhere. She preferred two feet on the ground at all times, thank you very much.

Jett rolled his eyes. "You're going to tell me you're not doing it, aren't you?"

"Even if I am, I don't know how. Can't we just walk. I like walking. Or how about the train. Europe has great rails." She was just about to expound upon the benefits of a Eurail pass and how they could go pretty much anywhere when a second explosion sounded from the town. This one wasn't as strong as the last, and all they did was duck a little. Like that was going to do anything. At least her heart wasn't beating out of her chest this time.

"Turn around, I have a theory." He spun her so she was facing the car with him behind her.

Yvaine brushed the dirt off her jeans and picked the grass out of the unicorn's mouth on her t-shirt where it had gotten mashed in. That was going to stain. It had been a long time since she'd had new clothes like these ones. She hated to have them ruined. Maybe they could stop into a shop when they got to the next town. The train station would definitely have something touristy she could buy...with Jett's money in her pocket. "What's your idea?"

Jett smacked her ass hard and shouted in her ear. "Spider."

Yvaine jumped at least a foot and almost fell into the wreckage. "Ack. What the H E double hockey-sticks, Jett?"

Interesting.

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