Page 1 of Surprise Me

Castles in the Sky

Jett was beyond fucking stressed. A year ago, he didn't even know that word much less what it felt like. Yeah, most of his life had been shitty, but stress was not in his vocabulary. Being deemed the head of a brand-new Dragon Wyr and finding out who his real parents were came with all kinds of responsibilities he certainly wasn't prepared for.

Who would have thought being the Demon Dragon Wyvern came with so much god-damned paperwork?

He scribbled his name on yet another form and shoved it into a pile to be mailed. Why the hell he couldn't just take over some foreign castle for the new Demon Dragon home was beyond him. It's not like anyone was using the dilapidated buildings he wanted to buy. He'd be doing the country a favor by fixing them up.

Red tape had become his second worst nightmare.

"Jett? What are you doing up? Come to bed." Yvaine leaned against the doorway to the office Jett had procured in this little German town. Their sleep schedules still weren't quite in sync. She was a creature of light and got tired when it was dark out. He could occasionally coax her out when the moon shined bright, but most of the time she went to bed early and rose early. The sun was just about to come up, and she looked sleepy and rumpled.

Too bad it wasn't because they'd had a tumble in the sheets together. He'd skip sleep for a thousand days in a row to be with her. One more day wouldn't hurt him. "Filing the paperwork the government wants, love. Nothing to worry about."

She yawned and stretched, every plump luscious curve on her gorgeous body emphasized with each movement. Her sleep shirt, with a unicorn drinking a cup of coffee on it, did nothing to hide those hips and thighs he loved so much. Yvaine crossed over to him and he welcomed her to curl up in his lap. Her head on his shoulder, she sleepily asked, "Did you find us a place to live?"

Her fingers wandered down his shirt and she lazily reached underneath and circled the skin around his belly button. Even that simple touch did good things to soothe his stress and ramp up his need for her. He could forget about all his worries if he bent her over the desk and lost himself in her body. For now running his fingers along her bare soft skin would have to suffice.

"Maybe." If the damn bureaucrats would let him go fucking buy the place. Civil servants could give demon wyrms a run for their money when it came to driving Jett crazy. Fucking bastards.

"Does it have lots of places to run, hide, and play games?" Her voice was either husky from sleep or she was imagining the same kinds of games Jett was. Naked, dirty games.

"Only a castle and its extensive grounds and forests will do for you." Nothing was as good as he wanted it to be for her. She deserved a Disney castle with shining white walls and pink flags flying from the turrets. He was going to give her a run-down pile of bricks and he felt like shit about it. He and his brethren would work for years to make it a home for them all. A place where they could be safe and not disturb the humans while they trained and learned to use their power over the shadow. No one would go looking for dragons and a unicorn in a UNESCO world heritage site.

"Cool." She yawned again and tried to get up, but Jett pulled her back down and sneaked a hand between her warm thighs. She chuckled and slapped his hand away. "Let's go play some of those games after I get back from Spain."

"Spain?" What was Cage up to bringing Jett's mate into Gold Wyr territory? He already had a whole team of Jett's best Demon Dragon Warriors working for him. Now the asshat wanted his mate too. Jett didn't like that one bit.

"Azy has invited me to the twins' birthday party. I've never been to one and I so want to be BFFs with the other Wyvern mates. They're all going." Her fingers walked their way down to the button on his jeans. "You'll take me, won't you?"

Fuck. He could never say no to her. But he couldn't take a day off right now to go...do whatever happens at birthday parties. More Demon Dragon Warriors were appearing out of the depths of hell each day and they had to be brought into the fold of the Wyr. Plus, everyone was still learning to use their powers and he would not leave their training to anyone else. Dammit. "Even if you stick your hands down my pants, I can't take you. I'll assign a team to escort you if it's that important that you go. But just for the day. I want you back by nightfall."

His Demon Dragon Warriors would fight any wyrms to the death to protect Yvaine. The muscles in his chest clenched. Jett couldn't take any chances that the Black Dragon might come for her.

"Have you ever had a birthday party?" She looked up and her sparkling violet eyes were filled with curiosity and so much love it made his heart skip a beat.

Jett didn't even have any idea how old he or when he was born was thanks to Ereshkigal's curse. He'd never even had a birthday, much less a party. Not a whole lot of celebrating in hell. Except for Fallyn's gruesome birthday presents the past hundred years or so. He doubted Cage and Azy were going to strike their children with a hellfire whip for each year old they were.

"No, sunshine." He couldn't even imagine celebrating the passing of his years. He'd much rather mark the passing of time since he'd met Yvaine. That seemed much more fitting of a party than his birth.

"Me either." She shrugged. Something in her voice hinted that she didn't want him to think that bothered her. "Time doesn't pass the same inTir na nog, so no birthdays for me. That I remember anyway."

Wait, what? If anyone's birth should be celebrated it was that of his Yvaine. "But you weren't born there. When is your birthday?"

She shook her head as if it didn't matter and played with the button on his pants. "I don't know. Cait of the Sithonly gave me a hint. I know my mother died when I was born and that was in 1179. When is yours?"

Yvaine didn't look up at him and flicked the tab on his zipper. She was trying to distract him, so he didn't notice she cared about this. Good try. Nothing about Yvaine slipped past him. She was his life, his soul, his soulmate and he'd do everything in his power to make her happy. But he didn't know how to fix this. "I think I'm much older than you, but I don't know either."

"That stinks. Now I'm depressed. You should probably do something to make me feel better." She waggled her eyebrows at him and wiggled her bare ass across his lap.

Jett picked Yvaine up by the waist and set her ass on the edge of his desk, so she had to spread her legs to make room for him. If ever he needed an excuse for a break, making his soul mate happy was it. He slipped his jeans down past his hips and pressed his erection against her, teasing her clit with the tip. "I see what you're doing, love of my life. I will distract you from this pain in your heart for now. But know that your pain is my pain and we will work together to solve any problem. Okay?"

Yvaine tilted her hips so their bodies were ready to join and wrapped her ankles around his waist. "I love you, you big broody dragon."

Still avoiding, but he'd let her have that for now. "I will love you for always and ever."

They took each other fast and hard at first. When her small cries of pleasure told him she was close to coming, he slowed, wanting to draw her orgasm out as long as he could. "Come for me, Yvaine. Let me feel your body begging for mine."

"Yes, you're mine, Jett." She arched her back and dug her feet into his ass. Her inner muscles clenched down on him in a rhythm so luscious he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

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