Page 33 of Defy Me

For the first time in as long as she could remember, Yvaine felt like she was in charge of her life. She had a plan. Go to some place on the map she got from Mr. Bohacek called Holyrood in Scotland. Find the unicorn. Break the curse. Once she executed the plan, she'd know who and what she was. Perfect.

Bonus. Assuming it didn't cause too much pain and suffering to some poor unicorn, plan part deux would be to go save Jett's brothers from hell. If the unicorn was going to die or something, they'd find another way. Her heart practically overflowed with hopeful optimism. She'd gone from zero to would be hero over night. Now if she could get Jett to quit being such a grump and give her some good morning lovin' all would be right with the world.

"Yvaine," he growled. He didn't open his eyes, but tightened his arms around her. "You need your rest."

"Pththth. You're being so sensitive about this. I'm fine. I don't need rest and recovery. I need your big weiner in my vajayjay." He'd refused to have sex with her again last night after their late night snack when he figured out she had been a virgin. It took quite a bit of naked teasing to even get him to kiss her. He wouldn't let her get anywhere near his penis. Not with her fingers, not with her hands, and definitely not with--"

"No. I can feel you plotting in that interestedly dirty mind of yours, and the answer is no."

"Why not? You don't have to even do anything. I've always wanted to try reverse cowgirl."

He made a strangled sound and then took a deep breath. "Because."

"That's not a reason. If you're worried about me being on top how about doggy-style."

"I took your innocence, god damn it."

"Oh poo. We did lots of other things together I've never done before, like fight demon batstriches, teleport, fly. It's not a big deal." The second she'd left the convent she'd wanted to do all the things she'd never been allowed to. She'd been too scared to do most of them on her own. Now she had a partner in crime. Sure, sure, losing her virginity was supposed to be some holier than though, life-changing, biblical event. It had been life changing, but not because she wasn't a virgin anymore.

Jett pulled his wings back in and got out of bed. He yanked on his jeans and ran a hand through his hair. "Yes. It is. We don't know what you are and if there are consequences of being with someone like me."

"No. It isn't." She knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand. He tried to yank it away, but she held tight and pressed his palm to the spot over her heart. "The only part that is a big deal to me is that I did it with you. I can't imagine letting anyone else touch me the way you do."

The shadows in the room elongated and warmed the area around them. She liked that. Made the space feel... like Jett. "The way I want you to touch me now."

"You must be part siren because I absolutely can not resist you." He twisted the fingers he had pressed over her heart and ran his knuckled down her breast bone and caressed the soft skin on the underside of one nipple turning it hard with the attention.

She leaned into his touch and covered his hand with hers. "I want this. I want you. Touch me, make love to me again."

"I want you so fucking bad I ache with the need. I don't want to hurt you."

Words were not going to convince him. Yvaine grabbed the back of his neck and when he didn't move pulled her self up so they were face to face. She stared deep into his burning eyes, inched so very close and took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit just hard enough to make him hiss with the tiniest nip of pain. That was all it took to get him to throw her back down on the bed and kiss her half senseless with gentle teasing kisses.

"Jett, I like it when you're all hard to my soft. Don't be gentle. Be you."

He responded by burying his face in her neck at scraping his teeth up and down her dragon mark. He softly whispered, "Mine." He shoved her thighs apart and cupped her mound. His fingers played along her folds, skating over her clit then testing her entrance. "I need you to be dripping wet because I'm going to take you hard, Yvaine. You want me, that's what you're going to get."

Her yes came out as an incoherent jumble of moans and groans. He pulled her juices from her spreading them, making every inch between her thighs slick. His touch was hot and anything but gentle and she loved it.

"More, Yvaine. Your body needs to beg for mine." He slid two fingers into her and dropped his thumb lower, stroking over the tight ring of muscles there.

If he wanted more, that touch was the way to get it. A shudder shot through her core and her body contracted on the verge of coming. She'd had no idea her bum was good for anything but cushioning the blow when she fell. She was going to have to find some of those extra dirty romance novels and do more research. Or she could just ask Jett to show her.

"I really want you to that some more, but if you don't get inside of me, I'm probably going to die. So do that first. Butt stuff later."

"Put your hands over your head and hold on to the bed." He shoved his jeans down his legs and grabbed his cock in his hand. She was more than ready when he positioned himself between her legs. "Now, Yvaine. Hold on tight."

She scrambled to do as she was told and he slammed into her, filling her so completely. It took him only a minute to set up a punishing pace, pounding into her, fucking her so hard it moved the whole bed. This was so wholly different than the way he'd taken her last night. That had been wonderful and beautiful and special. This, what they were doing now? Was even better.

She stared up at him, loving the dark need in his eyes. Waves of black light swirled around them and every time he pushed into her little red sparks exploded. The magic they were making with their bodies danced around them to a beat shared only between the two of them. Yvaine hardly recognized her own voice when she heard the moans begin. She was turned on by the sound of herself. She was so sexy, not something she'd ever felt or ever thought she would. He made her into a sex goddess.

Jett reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her already throbbing clit. He didn't even have to stroke over the bundle of nerve, every drive of his hips back and forth, put a thrilling pressure that sent shudders of desire into her. He growled deep and low, the black light shifting into shadows around him. The dragon inside of him shimmered to the surface and Yvaine saw a glimpse of the wild beast. It was dangerous, damaged, and defiant, demanding with one look that she give all of herself to him.

He claimed he had no soul, but Yvaine was looking right at his. She reached for it with her own and when they touched time stopped, they were the only two beings in the universe, and in the quiet calm before the storm, she fell in love with this glimpse of his true self.

"Yvaine," he cried with a desperate croak, "be mine."

"I am."

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