Page 48 of Defy Me

A fine choice. "Neo, stand before me in fealty. I name you the second to the Wyvern. Should I ever fall in battle, you will lead our brethren."

Neo stood tall and took Jett's arm and hand, clasping them. "Thank you, brother. I accept."

"Excellent. Your first duty as my second is to find us a place to live. I am tired of the depths of hell. Let the shadow guide you." Neo raised his eyebrow, jerked back and touched his forehead, clearly surprised his face had moved in that way. Jett clapped him on the back. "Choose some lieutenants too. We need to organize this exodus out of hell."

Neo pointed to a few of the demon dragon men in the front row to come forward. "What of the dragon warriors. Won't they attack when they see so many of us rising from here?"

Jett nodded. He'd been thinking the same thing. He would seek out Cage first as the AllWyvern of the dragon warriors. "I've got some favors owed from them. I'll be using those to call an AllWyr. Soon enough the other Wyverns will have to learn of and accept our new status."

"Good luck with that."

He was going to need it.

They spent the next several hours organizing the demon dragons into groups with varying tasks. Jett spent most of his time teaching individuals how to harness the shadow to they could pass through it. Yvaine tended to the wounds of many of them. She discovered after she sneezed on one of them that it wasn't only her blood that had magical powers, but her saliva too. Old wounds were healed and those who'd had trouble shifting between dragon and human form could move between the two easily after she licked her hand and touched them. She was with one small group of them who were making her laugh so hard she was crying and when she wiped a tear from her face Jett excused himself to join them.

He hadn't expected any of them to have a sense of humor. He'd been in a dark place for a long time after his own spell had been broken that he thought they would all be broody and cranky too. But each of his demon dragons were reacting to the transition in their own ways. It would take him some time to start thinking of them all as individuals and not the one big hive mind he was used to.

"Let me see your finger, love." There was something about her slivery tears he didn't want to share with anyone else. She could sneeze or spit on whoever she wanted to, but her tears of joy were his and his alone.

He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the little tear drop from the end. A burst of tingling excitement shot from his tongue, through his core and straight to his cock. Yep. He'd thought as much. Those tears were his.

"I think we've done enough for today. You've healed many demon dragons and it's time I took you someplace to get some rest." Or to get busy.

Yvaine's eyes sparkled but she didn't take his bait. "I've healed pretty much everyone except for you. Come here. Let me see your arm. You should have let me look at it sooner."

"There were others for you to help first. I don't want the others to think I garner special treatment."

"I know one one kind of special treatment you get from me that they don't." She pulled him in for a good long kiss and funny how his arm suddenly felt better.

Jett glanced at his arm and saw a smear of silver that streaked from his shoulder to his wrist. If he never saw Yvaine's blood again, it would be too soon. "You tricked me."

"I did." She grinned up at him and stuck the end of her finger in her mouth soothing the tiny hole he couldn't figure out how she'd made in her skin. "But it was worth it. A tiny prick to my finger didn't do me any harm and it did you a lot of good. I want every single bit of you in working order, mister."

Jett hugged Yvaine to him, holding her tight and whispered in her here. "You've healed me for your own selfish reasons, have you?"

She ran her hands into his hair and guided his mouth down to the shimmering black and red dragon mark on her neck. He obliged with a scrape of his teeth across her skin. "If wanting your hands down my pants is selfish, then yes."

Okay, forplay was over. He wanted to get her to a bed ASAP. But he didn't have a home for her yet. Hmm. "Neo. We're going to the Green Wyvern's villa to work out details of a treaty with them. You're in charge while we're gone."

"Yes, sir." Neo gave him a little salute and went back to conferring with the group around him.

Jett opened his senses and called up a bit of shadow just large enough for the two of them to pass through. He opened his wings and let a warm current guide them through the darkness. It was lazy and perfect because it gave him time to kiss Yvaine senseless while putting his hands all over her body, getting her all hot and bothered.

"Oh my goodness. Do that thing with your tongue again." She groaned against him and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"As you wish, love."

The sound of a throat being cleared tried it's best to break into Jett's living fantasy. "Ahem."

He had the strangest sense of deja vu and very gently broke the kiss, but moved his lips only far enough away from hers to speak. "Go away. We're busy."

"Ah, Ah, Ahem."

This person did not understand they were endangering their own life. "What part of go away don't you understand?"

"You're the one standing in my living room on the verge of sexing up Yvaine. I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay and watch the show." The pure enjoyment of irritating Jett was rife in Ciara's voice.

"I personally would prefer if you took your mate to the bedroom we provided you and returned when you were suitably satisfied and clothed." Jakob always was a spoilsport.

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