by Aidy Award
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.
Yvaine peeked over Jett's shoulder. "Give us a few hours and then we can do the whole mimosa gossip thing again. Have I got a lot to dish about."
Jett set Yvaine gently on the plush carpet of the Green Wyvern's living room and turned to address Jakob. "Give us until the morning, and then I declare an AllWyvern to discuss the matter of the Demon Dragon Wyr."
Jakob held up his hand, but Ciara grabbed it and held it to her chest before her mate could flip his shit. That's what the look on his face said he was ready to do. Thank goodness for Ciara and her powers. "Yep. We'll see you in the morning. Night, night. Sleep tight. Don't let the dragons bite. Unless that turns you on and in that case, have at it."
"Miláček." Jakob grumbled, but Jett did not stick around long enough to see if this lovers quarrel ended up in the bedroom or not. He had his own mate to attend to.
Jett pulled her toward the stairs. His cock was already pushing against the seam of his jeans and they'd be lucky to make it to the hallway before he threw her up against the wall and fucked her. Light flashed around them and all of a sudden they were standing in the bedroom.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait and dragged us through the veil to get us here faster. I didn't think you'd mind," Yvaine said. She grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head and then went straight for his jeans. "I need you naked right now."
He wasn't as patient as she was and he shredded her clothes so that she was bare for him in an instant. Later he would take his time kissing and sucking and licking every one of her lush curves. He was going to spend a very long time worshipping her ass. First he was going to sate both of them with a hard, fast fuck. "On the bed, Yvaine on your hands and knees."
"A. Quit tearing my clothes. Do you know how hard it is to find t-shirts with unicorns on them in my size? Not to mention XXL panties that aren’t plain white or tan.”
“I will buy you a whole unicorn clothing factory if you like, mate. Because there will never be a time where I don’t want to rip your clothes off and have you naked.”
The sparkle in her eyes told him she liked that answer. Good. Because if he could he would have her naked and all to himself all the time.”
“Fine, and B. Are you going to spank me? That sounds like a lot of fun."
It did in fact sound like fun. How she knew about kinky fuckery though, he didn't know. Oh. Right. She'd mentioned something before. "Remind me to also buy stock in those romance novels of yours."
Lots and lots of stock.
Love and Other Butt Stuff
Oh em gee oh dee. Yvaine's insides turned all mushy when Jett got bossy. Watching him assume the role of Wyvern and stepping into that role he was so obviously born for had her heart going pitter patter all day long. Now that she had him alone and mostly naked she was going to have her way with him. Just as soon as he had his way with her.
She hopped up on the bed, exactly like he asked and wiggled her butt at him. She'd been a little busy in the past couple of days and had not gotten a chance to check out any naughty romance novels. He was just going to have to teach her about the butt stuff.
Thwack. His hand landed on the back of her right thigh and she nearly came off the bed. Not because it hurt, but because it warmed her up from the inside out. "Do it again."
She heard his jeans drop to the floor and felt the bed dip behind her as he crawled on behind her. Thwack. He smacked the other one and then rubbed his hand over the sting. That was even more incredible.
"Why didn't you do this to me last time we had sex?"
Jett didn't reply with words, nope. He shoved her shoulders down so her face was buried in the pillows and her ass was still stuck straight up in air waiting for more of his attention. Thwack, thwack, thwack.
Her rear was on fire and it was melting her between her legs. "More Jett. It's getting me so hot for you."
She waited for another spanking but instead he got his hot breath over her already heated skin. "I like to see how your skin glows for me. Let's see how it tastes." He kissed the small of her back and worked his way down her right butt cheek. She hissed when he pressed his mouth against her tight hole. He only teased her with that kiss and continued down to where his spanking stung the most. He soothed the stings with his tongue and worke
d his way between her thighs.
"Spread your legs wider for me so I can lick and suck your pretty pink pussy. I want to hear you come hard with my tongue inside of your." He didn't wait for her to follow his direction and pushed her legs apart for her. He teased her clit with his tongue and then delved inside of her mimicking the in and out thrusts of sex.
Yvaine gripped the pillows and groaned out his name. "Jett. Ah, yes. Oh. Oh that feels so good."
He slid his hand between her legs and fingered her clit fast and hard while not letting up with his thrusts and sucks and licks. That plus the heat of his spankings and the second he growled against her, she exploded into what she hoped was the first of a whole lot of climaxes. She barely caught her breath before Jett was up and behind her pushing his hips against her ass.
"Don't move, Yvaine. I need to take you fast and hard again. You drive me crazy. I want to take it slow with you, make it the beautiful thing you deserve, but I can't." He growled again as he pushed into her, taking her all the way in one long hard stroke. He filled her so completely and she never felt better than when he was inside of her.
"Do it. Don't make me say it, just. Do. It." Yvaine tilted her pelvis back, sliding him in even deeper and they both lost their minds from the rush of pleasure.
Jett pulled back and slammed back into her. "This cunt is mine. All mine. I'm going to claim it and you over and over. No dragon or demon will ever wonder whose scent is on you. I'm going to fuck you so much that no one will know the difference between where I end and you begin."
He grabbed her hips and set up a pace that had her crying out his name in long low guttural groans. This was exactly what she wanted from him. The two of them together, fulfilling each other's needs not only in the bedroom but in each other's hearts.
Jett reached around and stroked her clit again without stopping the in and out pistoning of his hips. She was already climbing toward her next orgasm and it didn't take but a few of his touches to send her careening over the edge. Her entire body shook with the power of this one and her muscles clenched around Jett's body inside of hers.
"Fuck, yes, Yvaine, milk my cock. God I love coming inside of you." His hips jerked and she felt him spill his seed deep into her.
They collapsed together on the bed, his body still inside of hers, his massive shoulders and arms covering hers. Jett groaned and rolled off of her too soon for her liking, but pulled her to him and wrapped them up in his wings. She loved this dark cocoon he created for them. It made her feel like they were the only two people in the world.
They slept, made love again, this time on the fuzzy carpet in front of he fireplace. And then over the back of the couch. And then up against the door. And one more time back in the bed.
Yvaine almost drifted off to sleep in his arms again, but pulled herself awake to ask him something very important. "Will you marry me?"
He stroked her back for a moment before answering. "I will do the human custom if it makes you happy. But Yvaine, you're not actually human. We don't need their papers and customs."
It wasn't the piece of paper she wanted. "I know, but all my memories are of growing up human. I want to do some of those things. With you."
A knock sounded at their door. "Did somebody mention a wedding?"
Jett's eyes popped open and he glared at the door. "Ciara, go away. Have you been listening this whole time."
"No," she squeaked.
Totally.
"Liar." He shouted back at her. "Jakob needs to find something productive for his mate to do."
Yvaine could practically hear Ciara huff. She shouted through the door again and wiggled the door handle. They'd remembered to lock it sometime in the past twenty-seven orgasms. "Planning a wedding is productive."
Another voice came through the door. "So is planning an AllWyr, Ciara. Leave the rogue and his mate alone, or you'll be getting spankings of your own."
Their voices faded off but Yvaine still caught Ciara's purr. "Yeah, because that's going to be a real punishment, Jakob.
"Are they always like that?" Yvaine didn't remember having friends before. She understood there were other dragons mates and couldn't wait to meet them. Well, she could wait until morning because she had more plans for the evening activities of her mate.
"Yes." He sighed but then rolled over and pulled her on top of him.
"I like them."
"I like you better."
He showed her just how much he liked her then. For the twenty-eighth time. And the twenty-ninth, and the thirtieth.
Morning came all too early but Yvaine was starving and dragged Jett down to the kitchen. Ciara was there with two other women and two toddlers.
"Oh here they are. Jada, Azy, meet Yvaine."
They exchanged pleasentries and she got to coo at how adorable Azy's children were before the men joined them. Man alive, there had to be a thing that all dragon dudes were hawt. She already knew how good looking Cage and Jakob were, but Jett had to lift her chin shut when she got a look at Jada's mate, Ky.
Yvaine pulled on Jett's ear. "We are definitely going to visit them in New Zealand. It sounds like a great place for the Demon Dragon's home to be."
"No." That's all he said, but gave Ky a little glare.
Cage announced that the AllWyr was set for that evening. "We're just waiting on Match."
Jett looked uncomfortable at the mention of that other dragon. She took his hand and rubbed her thumb over the back of it to soothe him. "Okay, good then we can plan the wedding in the meantime. I'd like it to be totally normal, white dress, flowers, cake, and lots of guests."
"But, being normal is so boring, sweet child." Tea time goddess/innkeeper/lady in white strolled into the kitchen. She wore those same flowing white robes, had flowers in her hair that still reminded Yvaine of what Mother Nature would look like if she was also Aphrodite.
Ciara got out some tea cups even through they were about to have her famous mimosas. "Oh, hello Mrs. Bohacek. I wondered when you might show up."
"Hello, Ciara. How is you magic coming along? I'm only here for a second. The love of my life asked me to stop by and give Yvaine this." The woman slid a thick padded envelope onto the counter and then was gone.
"What do you suppose is in this?" Yvaine picked up the envelope and slit the seal to open it. There was a small black velvet box inside. She tipped the envelope up and the box dropped into her hand.
Azy looked at her strangely. "What's that. Where did that envelope come from?"
Weird. "The lady Ciara called Mrs. Bohacek was just here and gave it to me."
"She was. Funny. I haven't seen her in forever." Jada opened up a box of homemade donuts and picked one out for each of them.
Yvaine gave each of the ladies a touch on the head to see if they were feeling alright. "By forever do you mean one minute ago?"
"Mrph, nope." Jada said with her mouth full. Girl after Yvaine's own heart, that one.
She looked over at each of the dragon warriors. "You saw her didn't you?"
They each shook their heads.
"Jett? Please tell me I'm not crazy."
He grinned at her and fed her a bit of one of Jada's donuts. "You're not. They don't see her or remember her if she doesn't want them to. I think it has something to do with her being a great, great something or other ancestor of theirs."
"Do you mean the White Witch?" Ciara asked.
"I have no idea. But she just gave me this. Does that answer the question?" Yvaine popped the box open and found a ring inside. But this was no ordinary ring. It looked like it was made of smoke or rather, shadow. The darkness undulated and moved in swirling circles. But every so often a red spark would go off inside making the whole ring shine like it was filled with a million embers.
Ciara gawked at the ring inside the box. "Oh my gods and goddesses. Do you know what that is?"
"A ring?" Seemed pretty obvious.
Azy glanced over at Cage. "It's a Wyvern's mates ring."
Cool. She was a
Wyvern's mate after all. But the way they were all looking shell shocked it must have more significance than that. "What does that mean?"
Ciara stared at the ring, then at Jett, then at Yvaine. "Mates of Wyverns have to prove to the Wyr and to the other Wyvern's that she is worthy of being mated to a leader of the dragon warriors. The biggest part of that is a trial where the White Witch hides a ring that she has to find. Only when she does can they be officially mated and recognized as his true mate."
Cage shook his head. "I like you and all Jett and you're a great warrior, but there are only four Wyrs."
A super handsome guy walked into the kitchen. He smelled of smoke and Jett squeezed her hand. "Not anymore. We must recognize the Demon Dragons as our brothers. Jett has proven himself to be a leader."
Cage met this new guy with a handshake. "Match, you're here earlier than expected. Did you find Fallyn?"
Ooh. Yvaine new that name, but she didn't know who it was. She leaned over to Jett and quietly asked him. "Who is Fallyn?"
He hadn't yet taken his eyes off the new guy. The red fire in his eyes was getting stoked up and not in the good way. "The Black Dragon's daughter."
"So, your sister?" He should have mentioned if he had some other siblings.
He shook his head "No. I'll explain it later."
They'd missed part of the conversation between Cage and new guy, but they didn't look like there had been good news.
Cage spoke to new guy, but it was clear he was addressing the room. "This war has gone on long enough. I'm going to end it one way or another. Now that you've broken the curse, Jett. We welcome you into the AllWyr. The Black Dragon and Ereshkigal are weakened. Now is the time to strike."
Jett stood and pulled Yvaine up with him. "I appreciate your welcome brothers. But the Demon Dragon Wyr has a long road ahead and much to learn. Now is not the time to force them into battle."
Cage did not like that. Yvaine saw him stiffen and something change in his stance. She recognized the move from when Jett had taken on the mantle of Wyvern. She held up her hand and let a little of the magic between her and Jett flow into the room. That got everyone's attention. She nodded to Jett and he squeezed her hand.
