Page 32 of Defy Me

The very tip of her little pink tongue darted out between her lips and she lowered her head, kissing the head of his cock. Jett's jaw went completely slack and he coughed like he'd just choked on his own breath. He didn't dare move at all for fear of losing the warmth of her breath and the promise of her mouth on him.

She relentlessly took tiny tastes, licks and nibbles. There was only so much he could stand before he begged her to fuck him with her mouth. He slipped his fingers into her hair. "Yvaine. Put your mouth on me, take me in, and suck my cock. You're killing me with your teasing."

"I don't want to hurt you with my teeth."

Had she really never sucked a cock before? "I swear you will not. Aside from biting my dick off, you can do no wrong."

"Well, what if I--"

A knock sounded at the door and Yvaine jumped back startled. Jett growled. "Go the fuck away we're busy in here."

A female voice called back through the door. "The mistress asked me to bring you food and drinks."

"We're not hungry."

Yvaine pulled the blanket bunched at their feet off the bed in one giant tug and wrapped it around her self like a giant towel. She bounded toward the door. "I'm starving."

He had sworn to feed her more often. "Fine. Come in."

He didn't bother covering up his own nakedness. Hopefully it would make the person delivering the food go away all the sooner. Yvaine yanked the door open and a woman in a maid's uniform held a tray. But before she could bring it in, Ciara grabbed it up from her and sauntered into the room with it. "Holy First Dragon, Jettison I don't know your middle or last name. Put some ever loving clothes on. Jakob would pitch a hissy fit if he knew I saw you in all your naked glory."

Jett folded his arms across his chest. "It's not like you didn't know what we were doing in here."

Ciara rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him and crossed the room. She set the tray down on the coffee table near the fireplace. "So what if I did. I thought Yvaine might be hungry."

"I am. Thanks." She plopped down on the couch and grabbed a bunch of grapes and shoved a couple in her mouth. "Who knew nookie worked off so many calories."

Ciara's eyes went wide and she glanced over at Jett blinking. Her face contorted into some awfully weird looks. She was clearly trying to communicate something to him, but he had no idea what. She gave up and and sat down next to Yvaine. "Do you need anything else? A hot bath, some ibuprofen?"

"Nope. I'm good. More than. I'm pretty damn awesome." Yvaine grinned like a loon and Jett fell a little bit more in love with her.

Ciara giggled and curled her feet up under her on the love seat next to Yvaine like she was going to stay for some tea.

Not a chance. Jett was nowhere near done making love to his mate. Yeah. That's right. His mate. "Enough, Ciara. Thank you for the food and the room. Off you go."

With a snarl and a puff of smoke, Ciara scooted her butt back toward the door. "Okay, okay. I'm going."

"Oh, could I borrow some clothes for the morning. Mine are, well." Yvaine jerked her chin in the direction of the pile of scraps that used to be her clothes.

"Sure. No problem. I'm totally here for whatever you need. Girl talk later, you know, whatever."

Jett shut the door before Ciara was finished talking. The sooner he could get his mate fed and back to bed the better. There was so much more he wanted to do with her before morning. He went to the bed to grab a couple of pillows. Since they were already in front of the fire they might as well try his original in-front of the fire plan.

He grabbed one and saw a grey smudge on the sheets. He frowned and touched the spot. His fingers came away slightly damp and what he saw wasn't grey, but silver. He'd seen this before. The silvery slime dripping from Yvaine's chest. This was her blood.

"Jett come have a snack, you've got to be hungry too."

He didn't move. He could barely think. He simply stared at his fingers. "Yvaine?"

"What?" She munched on an apple slice.

"Are you a virgin?" It couldn't be. She was... he'd been so...

"Not anymore."

Stay Golden

Yvaine stretched under the covers and smiled with every part of her body. Then she snuggled up to Jett and drew long, lazy circles over his chest, up his bicep, along his shoulder and traced the scars there. Sometime in the night he'd wrapped them up in his wings again and she loved the seclusion it gave them.

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