Defy Me

  Defy Me

  A Dragons Love Curves Novel

  Aidy Award

  Defy Me

  Dragons Love Curves ~ Book Six

  Aidy Award

  Coffee Break Publishing

  DENVER, COLORADO

  Copyright © 2019 by Aidy Award.

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  "Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart.

  I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name."

  —Peter S. Beagle

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  1. Dragons and Other Good Luck Charms

  2. Dragon Ass Inn

  3. Come Out, Come Out Wherever You Are

  4. Attack of the Killer Batstriches

  5. Poof the Magic Dragon

  6. Eenie Meenie Miney Moe, Catch a Dragon by the Toe

  7. In Which Jett Becomes a Douchepotato

  8. Mimosas Make Everything Better

  9. Mate Her, Dummy

  10. No Soul, No Soulmate

  11. Duck Me, Babe

  12. Stay Golden

  13. Annunaki and Other Scary Things

  14. Brothers, Oh Brother

  15. Sacrifice

  16. Tea Time with the Goddess

  17. Wyvern of Another Color

  18. Love and Other Butt Stuff

  A LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR

  Also by Aidy Award

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Special thanks to Blue St. James for pushing me to get my books done!

  Hugs,

  --A

  Dragons and Other Good Luck Charms

  Fucking dragons.

  And their fucking mates. Who were all beautiful brave women each of which he had more than a little crush on. If he hadn't seen what finding a soulmate had done for those stupid Wyvern bastards with his own eyes he wouldn't be such a miserable asshole. Now all he could think about was getting a soul shard, finding a mate, and getting the boost in power that came with. It was the only way to save his brothers.

  Save himself.

  You do one little favor for the most powerful warriors on the planet and they think your soul is redeemable. No matter how much Jett wanted that to be true, it was never going to happen. He poured himself another drink and downed it, liking the burn. It wasn't as hot as his dragon fire, or as satisfying, but for some gods-forsaken reason he came to this little pub night after night waiting on that damned magic dealer to return and in the meantime, tried to get drunk.

  No one here tried to manipulate him, or wanted anything from him. It was nice and quiet and as mind numbing as ancient Latin. For decades, all his years spent in hell, he'd wished for normalcy. Now that he had it, he was miserable. Maybe he should pick a fight. At least that would be better than crying in his Jagermeister.

  He couldn't get into it with a human though. They were too damn fragile. How did these stinking animals even survive in a world where monsters, like demon dragons, were real? Where monsters like he himself were real. No, if he wanted to work off some steam, he needed to find one of those creatures of the night.

  His senses told him the group at the nearest table had no powers, although one of them seriously looked like an ogre. Most of the people who lived in this little dot on the map that was Glückstadt, Germany were nothing. That's why it was a good place to hide out. A different kind of presence nipped at the edges of his spidey-senses. Something definitely not human, but with the familiar acrid scent of fire and brimstone. He could find the creature and have some fun hunting it. With his parentage there wasn’t anything hellborn he couldn’t catch. But it might be more entertaining to see what it was doing here, before he killed it.

  The door of the pub blew open and a blonde woman with the glow of something supernatural around her rushed in like the wind had shoved her through the doorway. Jett glanced around to see if anyone else in here noticed how she was lit up like a damned star in the gold night sky.

  A few patrons looked her way, but only because of the disturbance. None were taken aback by who or what she was. Not that he had a clue what kind of being hid under her skin. He couldn't be the only one seeing her aura of shiny power. He'd bet a dragon's hoard that whatever beast was here knew and was lying in wait for her.

  This should be interesting. Jett picked up his stein and took a long swig, waiting for the scene to play out. If he was lucky, the big bad wolf would make trouble.

  The woman pushed her hair out of her face, save one errant strand that she gave a well-practiced blow and then tucked behind her ear. My, oh my. He'd never wanted to be a piece of hair so badly in his life. That mouth was something. She tugged on her t-shirt, that had - shit - a unicorn of all things on it. Any grown woman who wore something like that had an innocence about her that he needed to stay far, far away from.

  Her shirt refused to stay in place, and it crept back up, showing the thinnest sliver of skin between it and her jeans. That tiny swathe of her bare side had his cock standing up and taking notice. Which was strange. It wasn't like he had seen, tasted, caressed, and spanked a whole lot more flesh than that.

  Jett readjusted his legs, spreading them wide under the table to give his brand new erection some relief from the zipper of his jeans. Then he leaned back in his chair waiting for the action to start. And it would. The masked hell’s beast had taken notice of her presence too.

  Blondie caught him staring at her and headed straight to his table. Uh-oh. She was going to bring the trouble to him. He'd been laying low for a while, ever since he'd helped Cage, the stupid Gold Wyvern, rescue his mermaid mate from Hell and gotten his own ass kicked by the Black Dragon in the process. Jett would be back for his father's head soon enough. Once he had what he needed to free his brethren.

  Blondie made her way through the rest of the patrons and plonked down in the chair next to him. Not across, not on the other side, but so close his arm brushed up against hers as she picked up his half full mug of beer and took two, three, four long gulping swallows.

  His cock once again was jealous of an inanimate object. Jett watched her, fascinated. He didn't exactly radiate friendly, come sit with me vibes. The opposite, if his entire life up until now was any proof.

  She plonked the now empty stein down on the table and burped. "Pretend to be my boyfriend." She looked back at the door, then at him, her lavender eyes sparkling. "You know, my big bad, very possessive boyfriend."

  He'd never in his life seen anyone with eyes like hers. They were mesmerizing. But not enough that he was willing to do something dumb like try to protect her from whatever was chasing her. "And why would I do that?"

  "Don't ask. Just kiss me." She glanced back at the door again and the next second it flew open again. Then she slid her fingers int
o his hair and planted her lips on his.

  Jett caught a glimpse of two men with too many muscles not to be supernatural beings shove their way into the room. And he didn't care even a little bit. She touched her mouth to his and the world exploded into fucking rainbows. There could be dragon warriors come to lop off his head, or the Black Dragon himself hunting him down- none of the above would get him to pay any attention to them. Because this was the best fucking kiss he'd ever experienced in his entire miserable life and all she'd done so far was brush her lips across his in a chaste tease.

  Not that he spent a lot of time going around kissing people. He'd spent more of his above ground time with the succubae of Geshtianna's coven trying to lure him into their beds than looking for bed partners of his own. Not a single talented succubus had even come close to blowing his mind like this soft, supple, sweet woman licking over his bottom lip asking him to open for her.

  Her eyes fluttered shut and the tiniest whimpered moan from her hit him low and hard in the gut. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer wanting to feel the heat of her body touching his. She was warm and soft, her ample curves molded to his hard angles. His fingers found their way to that bit of skin he'd been dying to touch.

  She was so damn soft, so fucking sweet.

  He didn't do soft. Or sweet. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it.

  But not with her. He would give this woman anything she wanted, any time that she wanted it. He'd give her everything if he could. Not that he had much to give.

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

  Damn it. This goddess was mere centimeters away from pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could finally taste her and some asshole was going to interfere. He would simply have to kill them. He very gently broke the kiss, but moved his lips only far enough away from hers to speak. "Go away. We're busy."

  Jett breathed in her scent. She was snow and sunshine, morning dew on fluffy kittens. Shit. Where did that even come from? Whatever spell she was working on him had turned his brain into mush. Kittens. He didn't even like Grumpy Cat, much less mewling little fur balls.

  Blondie had reopened her eyes, but her lips were parted waiting for him to kiss her once again. He brushed that strand of hair off her face and pushed a hand gently into her locks. His body said take, but his mind, and something else he couldn't identify, told him to treat her like a fragile glass ornament.

  "Ah, Ah, Ahem."

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

  The interrupter, who turned out to be the barmaid named Ninsy who always served him here rolled her eyes and whispered, "You two might want to take that somewhere else. Because those mermen are going to throw a whole lot more than cold water on you."

  Jett glanced at the men. Mers. He never did like those guys. Way too full of themselves. Hold up. How did the barmaid know they were not just a couple of strong arms? He'd never detected anything supernatural about her. Maybe she was a witch who used a dampening spell.

  He'd be rethinking his choice in watering hole if that were true. He had no love for magical women of any kind. Except whatever the woman in his arms was. He still had no idea. Only that he wanted and needed her. Needed to keep her safe. "Come on, sweet thing. Let's get you out of here."

  There was a back entrance he'd used a time or two to avoid other supernaturals. His gasthaus wasn't far. They could continue their kiss and he'd do all the fun and naughty things a pretend boyfriend should do to her there.

  "Thanks, but you've provided enough of a distraction. Sorry." She shrugged.

  "You don't have to apologize. I thoroughly enjoyed it. " In fact, he'd like to do it a whole lot more.

  "Oh, I'm not sorry about that." She pecked him on the cheek and then twisted out of his arms and ducked.

  A fat scaly fist slammed into his face in the exact spot her lips had been only a second before. He fell backward, bowling over a whole row of wooden barstools. Very few beings got the drop on him. It was how he'd stayed alive in the depths of Hell as long as he had. He laid on the floor for a second, wondering what the fuck had just happened. He'd honed his fighting skills even more than what his demon of a mother had taught him. Living among succubae and incubae wasn't exactly a walk in the park and those blood suckers had been good training partners. Living with a coven of sex slaves was better than feigning that he was a mindless drone under the Black Witch's spell. For example, if he was bespelled he wouldn't be able to do this.

  Jett blew a burst of flames at his attacker’s face, lighting the merman's blue hair on fire. The damn fool slapped at his head and ran around the pub unwittingly stoking the flames. Dumbass.

  Now, where had blondie gone?

  An all out brawl broke out in the pub and if he didn't find her quickly, she might get hurt. He jumped up on top of a table and surveyed the room for her almost luminescent hair and lush body. Aha. There she was. He expected to find her hiding in a corner but she was moving through the fracas like a ninja. She bobbed and weaved, spinning around, under, and past the fists being thrown.

  Not only could the woman kiss, she could move. Not a single punch even came close to her. While everyone else was diving into the fray, she made her way to the door. Except there were two very large burly men engaged in battle in front of the exit. No way she was getting out that way unless he helped her.

  Jett jumped over tables and chairs and even considered pulling out his wings to fly over everyone's heads so he could get to her faster. She was within a meter of the men now and it looked even less likely that they were simply going to let her pass. She paused a half a meter away from them and crossed her arms. Behind her a very loud screaming woman jumped on someone else's back and pulled at his hair steering him like a pony right toward blondie.

  They were going to barrel into her and she was standing there staring at the two men blocking the door. Shit. She was trapped and they were all going to collide. She would be crushed. Jett put on a burst of speed and jumped off someone's shoulders flying through the air toward her and the oncoming disaster.

  As he careened over the tops of the brawlers, time slowed. Blondie turned and looked up at him, winked and moved toward the men. She reached her hand forward, pulled something out of the bigger of the two men's pocket and slipped between them and out the door.

  Jett crashed into the men, who attacked him for breaking in on their fight. It took him a good fifteen minutes to beat them off and extricate himself from the pub. By then there was no sight of his little kissing ninja thief. He didn't need to be able to see her to find her. He had her soft intricate scent. As did whatever other creatures of the night were stalking her.

  He rubbed his hands together. The chase was on and it was going to be fun.

  Dragon Ass Inn

  Whew, that was a close one. It had taken Yvaine all day to shake those guys off her tail. If she hadn't needed the money so badly she would have stuck to less menacing tourists to pick pocket. But with the dreary rain all day, the sight-seers just weren't out and about. She'd run out off funds yesterday, or was it the day before? Either way, she hadn't eaten in a million years and those two guys didn't seem to mind standing around in the rain. They also hadn't even tried to secure their wallets. It was like they'd never been outside their own homes before, but they spoke a language that was far from German, Spanish, or English and the pickings were just too easy.

  She hated stealing. But she also hated sleeping in the rain and eating trash. So she did what she had to--she survived.

  Except they'd caught her. Which was a new one. Yvaine could lift a wallets like a Charles Dickens street urchin. Sure, lots of people had that skill. Her super power was that they never ever noticed. So she could take their cash and replaced their wallet before they caught on. She knew first-hand how much it sucked to not have any form of ID when far from home, family, or friends.

 
Not that she had a family. Or friends. Or a home.

  No one had ever taught her to pick pocket. No, she'd learned really useful skills like reciting Hail Marys and Our Fathers while getting her knuckles rapped for sharing her porridge with the new kid who'd come to breakfast too late to get his own portion.

  Fucking porridge.

  She'd been about ten seconds from being caught by them when that little pub had called to her like lighthouse in a storm. Like literally. Out of all the businesses in the alley, that one had shined like a black light at a rave into the cloudy, murky evening. She'd learned to trust a gift like that, even if she didn't understand. Running into the broody hunka-hunka burning love was an added bonus. He'd saved her ass too. In more ways than he knew.

  Not only had he unwittingly helped her escape, he was also paying for a warm place to sleep tonight and the biggest veggie burger and fries she could find. She pulled out the cash from the wallet she'd lifted off of him. There hadn't been time to slip it back. She'd blame that on the kiss. The one that had distracted her so much she almost hadn't cared if she gotten caught.

  She tossed the rest of the contents into the nearest trash can. Couldn't be a litter bug. What kind of person carries three-thousand euros around in his wallet? He didn't look like some rich entitled trust fund baby. He barely looked like he'd bathed in the last week. He'd sure tasted good though. Spicy, like hot cinnamon. She touched her lips remembering the feeling of his mouth on hers.

  She could check first kiss off the list.