Page 8 of Defy Me

Said fragile being picked up a shard of glass and hurled it frisbee style slicing off the nearest demon dragon's head. It turned to a stain on the ground and the others backed away. There, in the center of the pack was one of his cursed brothers, scowling at Jett.

"Jett comes, AllFather dies. Why Jett no comes?" His brother threw a rock directly at Jett which barely missed him hitting a chandelier behind them.

Ah, shit.

"Uh... is that thing talking to you?"

Yes. "No. Come on. We're leaving." Jett lifted his girl in a fireman's carry, throwing her over his shoulder so he could shade his eyes with his other hand. Not to mention he got to grasp her with his arm wrapped around her plump ass. Which she wriggled.

"Put me down." She pounded on his back, but only for a moment. "Scratch that. Run, run, run."

What had to be a mountain of glass erupted behind him and Jett felt her press her face and arms into his back. He turned sideways using his body to block the majority of the shards from hitting her. The front of the store went dark and demon dragons swarmed in. Yeah. Time to run.

Jett bolted into the maze of lamps toward the back of the store squinting, searching, trying find anything that could be an exit or a stairwell. This was a tall building, four stories at least. There had to be a way up. If all else failed he was ready to burn through the wall until he found one.

"Dude, hurry up, they're gaining on us."

Okay - fire it is. Jett let the magic that allowed him to shift bubble up just enough that he could send a fireball shooting across the room at the nearest wall. That opened up the wall into a neighboring shop filled with kitchen and bathroom fixtures. Some of which he'd melted.

"You missed, dummy."

He jumped up onto the nearest table and shot another ball of fire at the back wall. That sent the fire alarm off and water squirting from the ceiling. Aha. The stairs. Light poured in but already Jett saw puff of smoke rolling up from the darkness inside the stairwell. They had maybe ten seconds before demon dragons manifested there.

He dove into the darkness, finally able to see again, minus the burns in his retinas and took the stairs two at a time, three, five, until he was bounding up entire flights.

Screeches and screams echoed off the cement walls in such a cacophony that he couldn't tell from which direction the demon dragons were coming at them from. Probably above and below. They only had one more level to get to the roof. They were almost there.

Two dark shadows deepened right in front of the door leading outside. Red eyes of fire peered at him through the darkness. "Jett comes. Now."

He screeched to a halt and the girl squeaked as she banged into his back hard. "Ouch. Don't stop, they're still coming after us."

Jett slowly slid her down his body and back to her feet. He relished every second of having her body pressed to his, feeling her shirt ride up and his hands slipping across the skin of her sides. This might be the last and only chance he'd have to touch her. Because they were probably about to get dragged to hell.

"Sorry about dragging you into this, little thief. I swear I'll do my best to--" To what? Keep her safe? He'd already failed at that. Rescue her from hell? He was going to need rescuing himself. He didn't know how to finish that sentence so he didn't. Instead he bent his head down, hoping she wouldn't pull away. If he was going to die, or worse, he wanted his last good memory to be of kissing her.

She was biting her bottom lip and he so wanted to help her with that. "Kiss me, babe. It may be the last thing we do."

"Yvaine."

"Not in vain. A memory we'll be able to hold on to in the depths of hell."

"No, dummy, my name is Yvaine." She lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, sneaking the tip of her tongue into his mouth.

Yvaine moaned into his mouth and he speared his hands into her hair, holding her to him, groaning his own pleasure back to her. The world around them exploded into a black light, tinged with red streaks, but he barely noticed. Maybe it was his brethren spewing fire, maybe they'd blown up the whole building trying to get to him. He didn't care. He only knew now that whoever and whatever his beautiful Yvaine was, she was his savior, and he would die protecting her.

Attack of the Killer Batstriches

Whew. If ever there was not a time to get kissed off her feet, this was it. Yvaine knew better. Didn't she? Apparently not. Because she wanted nothing more than to spend the next few minutes of their probably short lives with her mouth mashed to this man's. Who cared if weird scary monsters were about to eat them. At least she'd die happy. A virgin, but if this was as close as she was going to ever get to being deflowered, she'd take it. God, he felt, and tasted, and smelled, and did she say felt, really good. Like magical.

"Jett comes now." One of the creatures growled and stepped closer. A few more steps and they would be well and truly trapped. They couldn't go back, but they were so close to the door to the roof she could practically taste the freedom.

There was still the tiniest sliver of light between the monsters, the door, and her chance to get away. She could too. She could slip right between them and none of them would even notice until it was too late.

And leave Jett behind.

She liked that name. It suited him. Those black eyes, his dark demeanor, that bad boy in a black leather jacket vibe that was so damn attractive. Everything about him was so broody and sexy. Which shouldn't matter a damn bit. So why wasn't she already running away?

Damn if Yvaine knew. But she wasn't going to leave him.

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