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  Jett pulled his wings back in and got out of bed. He yanked on his jeans and ran a hand through his hair. "Yes. It is. We don't know what you are and if there are consequences of being with someone like me."

  "No. It isn't." She knelt on the edge of the bed and grabbed his hand. He tried to yank it away, but she held tight and pressed his palm to the spot over her heart. "The only part that is a big deal to me is that I did it with you. I can't imagine letting anyone else touch me the way you do."

  The shadows in the room elongated and warmed the area around them. She liked that. Made the space feel... like Jett. "The way I want you to touch me now."

  "You must be part siren because I absolutely can not resist you." He twisted the fingers he had pressed over her heart and ran his knuckled down her breast bone and caressed the soft skin on the underside of one nipple turning it hard with the attention.

  She leaned into his touch and covered his hand with hers. "I want this. I want you. Touch me, make love to me again."

  "I want you so fucking bad I ache with the need. I don't want to hurt you."

  Words were not going to convince him. Yvaine grabbed the back of his neck and when he didn't move pulled her self up so they were face to face. She stared deep into his burning eyes, inched so very close and took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit just hard enough to make him hiss with the tiniest nip of pain. That was all it took to get him to throw her back down on the bed and kiss her half senseless with gentle teasing kisses.

  "Jett, I like it when you're all hard to my soft. Don't be gentle. Be you."

  He responded by burying his face in her neck at scraping his teeth up and down her dragon mark. He softly whispered, "Mine." He shoved her thighs apart and cupped her mound. His fingers played along her folds, skating over her clit then testing her entrance. "I need you to be dripping wet because I'm going to take you hard, Yvaine. You want me, that's what you're going to get."

  Her yes came out as an incoherent jumble of moans and groans. He pulled her juices from her spreading them, making every inch between her thighs slick. His touch was hot and anything but gentle and she loved it.

  "More, Yvaine. Your body needs to beg for mine." He slid two fingers into her and dropped his thumb lower, stroking over the tight ring of muscles there.

  If he wanted more, that touch was the way to get it. A shudder shot through her core and her body contracted on the verge of coming. She'd had no idea her bum was good for anything but cushioning the blow when she fell. She was going to have to find some of those extra dirty romance novels and do more research. Or she could just ask Jett to show her.

  "I really want you to that some more, but if you don't get inside of me, I'm probably going to die. So do that first. Butt stuff later."

  "Put your hands over your head and hold on to the bed." He shoved his jeans down his legs and grabbed his cock in his hand. She was more than ready when he positioned himself between her legs. "Now, Yvaine. Hold on tight."

  She scrambled to do as she was told and he slammed into her, filling her so completely. It took him only a minute to set up a punishing pace, pounding into her, fucking her so hard it moved the whole bed. This was so wholly different than the way he'd taken her last night. That had been wonderful and beautiful and special. This, what they were doing now? Was even better.

  She stared up at him, loving the dark need in his eyes. Waves of black light swirled around them and every time he pushed into her little red sparks exploded. The magic they were making with their bodies danced around them to a beat shared only between the two of them. Yvaine hardly recognized her own voice when she heard the moans begin. She was turned on by the sound of herself. She was so sexy, not something she'd ever felt or ever thought she would. He made her into a sex goddess.

  Jett reached between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her already throbbing clit. He didn't even have to stroke over the bundle of nerve, every drive of his hips back and forth, put a thrilling pressure that sent shudders of desire into her. He growled deep and low, the black light shifting into shadows around him. The dragon inside of him shimmered to the surface and Yvaine saw a glimpse of the wild beast. It was dangerous, damaged, and defiant, demanding with one look that she give all of herself to him.

  He claimed he had no soul, but Yvaine was looking right at his. She reached for it with her own and when they touched time stopped, they were the only two beings in the universe, and in the quiet calm before the storm, she fell in love with this glimpse of his true self.

  "Yvaine," he cried with a desperate croak, "be mine."

  "I am."

  Dark and light exploded around them and Jett pushed her over the edge into a blissful throbbing orgasm. He thrust into her twice more until he shook with the power of his own climax and locked their bodies together. Prismic light floated around them and they clung to each other, finding their way back down to earth.

  "Babe? Yvaine?" There was the slightest edge of worry to the way he said her name.

  She couldn't let him think there was anything wrong. Especially since every thing was oh, so right. "Hmm?"

  "Wow." He pushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes and she stared up at him with a soft, sloppy feeling. "I think I just won out over food. Ciara knocked and said breakfast is ready."

  "Mmm. Breakfast." She could eat, but she didn't want to move. "In a minute."

  He tried to pull away from her and she squeezed him tight between her legs. Thunder thighs had to come in handy some time in her life. "Not yet."

  He tricked her into releasing him with a long, slow, distracting kiss. "Come on, love. We've got a long journey ahead of us. But I promise to fuck you at least twice more tonight."

  Yay.

  "Okay, fine you big bully." She rolled out of the bed but stopped and stared, watching Jett pull his jeans back up. They hadn't even made it past his knees in their hurry. He had one fine toukas. Which reminded her. "But you're doing more of that naughty business you tried earlier."

  He ran his hand along the back of his neck, trying to hide his smile from her. "It was all naughty business."

  She searched around the floor for her own jeans and took them toward the en suite bathroom. "You know what I mean. Butt stuff."

  "Hell. I've created a monster."

  "You know you want to." She waggled her toosh at him.

  "You're going to be the death of me."

  She hoped she'd be the opposite.

  After a quick wash, some creative styling of a small lap blanket off the love seat to make it a wrap that at least covered he boobs and Yvaine really was ready for breakfast. She hoped there was donuts.

  Jett didn't bother with his shirt and the way his jeans hung low on his hips almost had her dragging him back to the bedroom. If not for their plans to find the unicorn, she would have. Instead they found Ciara and Jakob in the kitchen. Jakob had a cup of coffee for her, and Ciara had mimosas again. That girl knew how to brunch, yo.

  There was a whole spread of eggs and bacon, but Yvaine went straight for the hash browns and yay, donuts. Mmm. Fruity jam filled ones.

  Ciara eyed her up and down, but blinked and dipped her head, seemingly satisfied with whatever had her curiosity. Probably the faux shirt. "You feeling okay this morning. I thought you might want some protein after your, hmm, evening activities."

  "Thanks, but this will do. I'm vegetarian." She could go for some more of those strawberries they'd had yesterday. Aha, they were on the table already.

  Jett frowned at her. "Are you trying to save the world one cow at a time?"

  She took a bite of donut and thought about her response. It had never been about saving animals or whatever. Meat just wasn't an option. She swallowed. "Nope, the thought of it makes me want to throw up. I get that there's a whole circle of life, and you can eat whatever you want. Although I might make you brush your teeth after you eat dead animals."

  "Did your parents raise you vegetarian?" Ciara asked.

  "The nuns were vegan. I
've never eaten meat in my whole life." Maybe the only thing she missed about the convent was their garden. Kudos to Ciara and Jakob for not flinching at her mention of being an orphan.

  "Never? But bacon is so good." Jakob waved a piece back and forth before popping it whole into his mouth.

  She imagined dragons went through quite a bit of pig products. "Blech. I'll stick to the four food groups of fruit, vegetables, grains, and donuts. Thank you very much."

  Jett grabbed the little box of strawberries and pushed it over to her. She rewarded him by taking a bite out of one and sucking the juices totally inappropriately. He coughed and stepped behind the island where his lower half was hidden from view.

  Jakob had to cover his mouth to keep from spitting out his coffee everywhere. "Ahem. You said you wanted to leave this morning. Do you know where you're headed or how you'll travel. I assume you won't be flying."

  "Hard to keep to the air when someone keeps turning me back into a human." Jett made mean eyes at her and took a tearing bite of bacon.

  Hmph. She didn't like to fly anyway. "I've got a Eurail pass here somewhere. Do they go to Scotland?"

  Jett scoffed. "But it's not yours."

  Yvaine shushed him. What a tattletale. She didn't need Ciara thinking she was some sort of common thief. She'd never steal from them. Unless they happen to be walking down the street with their bags hanging open. Then she'd do it so no one else could.

  Ciara raised her champagne glass. "How about we just lend you one of our cars?"

  "Road trip!" Yvaine had been on the road for months, but mostly hitchhiking or walking. No speed limits meant they'd be across the English Channel in no time. That got them that much closer to making all her dreams come true. Other than getting laid. That was one double checked off the list. "Autobahn here we come."

  "You're not driving." Jett was not being very gracious.

  Yvaine put her hands on her hips. "Why not? You got to drive last time and we ended up in a steaming pile of junked Boxster and tree."

  "Because you don't have a drivers license." His face said something else entirely. 'Your fault' to be exact.

  "You don't either." Probably. What did she know? Did they even give licenses to dragons?

  "Neither of you are driving. I am." A deep resonating voice boomed into the kitchen area. Standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall like he didn't have a care in the world was a very tall, very blond, golden to the point of almost sparkly, man who was most definitely also a dragon. Yvaine didn't know who he was, but probably he was some sort of dragon royalty. He had that kind of air about him.

  Jett stiffened and threw his bacon down on the plate. This must be serious. "Fuck you, Cage. This is none of your business. What the hell are you even doing here?"

  Golden boy straightened up too and pointed a finger at Jett. "Jakob called me right after you showed up, bastard. I've been looking for you."

  Nope, nope, and no way, Jose. Nobody put her Jett in a corner. Yvaine stepped in front of Jett and pointed her finger right back at this Cage dude. "Keep your name calling to yourself, buster."

  The man's golden eyes sparkled and he gave her a wide grin. "My apologies, miss. I didn't realize our black rogue dragon was under anyone's protection."

  She could practically feel Jett bristling behind her so she grabbed one of his arms to keep him in human form. Plus, also she liked touching his muscles. If he could protect her from her enemies, she could do the same. "Don't you forget it. Now, who are you?"

  He half bowed like a prince or something. "I am Cage Gylden, the Gold Wyvern and leader of the dragon warriors."

  She stuck out her hand to him. The nuns always said you could catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Dragonflies too. "Yvaine."

  He held onto her hand a little too long then kissed it instead of shaking it. "Just Yvaine?"

  "You want a fancy title? I can make one up. Yvaine de Hythus, pickpocket and Houdini extraordinaire and mate to the Black Rogue Dragon. How was that?" Sounded fancy. She might start introducing herself like that anyway.

  "Mate?" Jakob and Cage said together.

  "Told ya," Ciara said and topped off everyone's mimosas with champagne, winking at Yvaine when she refilled hers.

  Cage tipped his head sideways and glanced at Jett and then at Yvaine's chest. What was with this guy? Were all dragon leaders so, so, pervy? "Hey. Eyes up here, buddy."

  His gaze remained exactly where it was, a smidge above boobline. "This isn't another Portia, is it?"

  "No." Jett didn't say anything more.

  She'd ask him about this other woman later. When they were alone and she could torture it out of him with kisses, below the belt. Because all's fair in love and war. "I don't care who is driving, let's pack some lunch and snacks and get this show on the road."

  "On the road to Geshtianna's new hideout since Jett is the only one who knows where she and my dragons are being held." Cage twirled keys in his hand.

  Woman number two she'd be asking Jett about later. "Good try, oh golden one, but unless that chick is in Scotland, she's gonna have to wait. We've got a unicorn to find, beg for some of it's blood, and some curses to cure. Let's go."

  Despite marching toward the door, no one followed her. Cage picked up a piece of bacon, chewed it, and swallowed before saying anything. "Rogue, your mate says some very strange things. Unicorns? They are a myth."

  Screech. Wait, what? "What are you talking about? Of course they exist. Come on. Dragons do, witches do, why wouldn't unicorns?"

  Cage examined Yvaine looking at her now like she was not the sharpest hoe in the garden. Snortlaugh. Little did he know. He shrugged and looked to Jakob for confirmation. "They simply don't. Who told you they did? Perhaps someone acting under the influence of Geshtianna or Ereshkigal to lead you farther away from where they are hiding my dragon warriors and Portia."

  Yvaine was all ready to defend dear Mr. Bohacek but Jett pulled her to him and kissed her on the top of the head. "Don't worry, love. We will find your unicorn. I believe they are real are the solution we both need."

  Cage rolled his eyes. "Don't be a dumbass."

  Yvaine threw a strawberry at the dragon leader's head. "Hey, what did I say about name-calling?"

  "Sorry. I don't want to see you taken advantage of Yvaine of the pickpockets. No one believes in unicorns but little girls who watch too much My Little Pony."

  Jett stared down, that white fire burning there. She sure as hello kitty hoped that was a good sign. He stroked her cheek then turned his fiery gaze on Cage. "Tell that to the First Dragon."

  Annunaki and Other Scary Things

  "I'm not saying it again, so listen close this time, Golden Boy. Yes, Yvaine and I talked to the First Dragon. He told us to find a unicorn and gave us this map." He left out the part where the First Dragon hadn't spoken to him or even acknowledged his presence. "Yes, I do know it was him and yes I remember every word of the conversation. Quit. Asking. Just. Drive."

  Jett turned in the seat to check that Yvaine was still asleep in the second row of the dark green Range Rover. They were almost to The Hague where Cage had used his extensive resources to book them onto a private boat that would shuttle them across the North Sea and drop them almost right at Holyrood Abbey. He'd also arranged for some of Ky Puru's blue dragons to speed them across the water in a fourth the amount of time the boat could cross on its own.

  It was nice to have friends in high places. Although, who was he kidding? He and Cage were frenemies at best. Actual enemies at worst. Jett had saved the Gold Wyvern's life a time or two down in hell. His mate's too. So Cage owed him. This trip was costing him one of those precious favors. Could they do it without Cage's help? Yes. Did a luxury SUV, back up in the form of gold and blue dragons, weapons, and snacks make it easier on him and Yvaine. Also yes.

  "Fine, I get that, jackass." Cage glanced at Yvaine in the backseat too. She'd already popped him on the back of the head for more name calling.

  Jett found that hilario
us. Cage had assumed the responsibility of AllWyvern, pulling together the four dragon warrior Wyrs under one banner to combine their forces in the fight against the Black Dragon and Ereshkigal. It was likely that nobody even talked back to him these days, much less hit him for being a bully. Except maybe his own mate, Azy. She was full of piss and vinegar that one, with a mouth on her to boot. She'd probably get a kick out of trying to get Yvaine to swear. Listen to him, practically planning the weekend barbecues and pool parties. Good try, douchepotato. The life of leisure with his mate at his side and little purple-eyed dragon babies running around at his feet was not in the cards for him.

  Then again, he hadn't thought destiny held a mate for him up her fickle sleeve either.

  "Then tell me how the fuck you ended up with a mate, you shardless bastard."

  "Hell if I know. She just showed up."

  Cage left the most important part of the question hanging in the air. No shard, no soul, no soulmate. Cage knew it better than anyone, since a succubus had once stolen his soul shard to give to Jett. Geshtianna had convinced both him and Portia the scheme would work and they could become mates, like magic.

  That had turned out so wrong that they were both still paying for it.

  "You're not going to break her heart, are you? She seems sweet. Fiesty as shit, but sweet." Cage had been there when Jett had broken Portia's heart.

  He'd never loved her. They'd been great in bed together. All along he'd suspected their plan to get him a soul shard would fail. Jett had wondered for a long time whether Geshtianna knew before hand and had set them up to get access to the Gold Dragon Wyr or if she'd really thought shards were transferable.

  His father sure had. It's where Jett and Geshtianna had gotten the idea in the first place. The Black Dragon wanted a Wyvern's soul shard and the mate to go along with it. Because with those two pieces of the puzzle locked in place, a dragon came fully into his power. Jett had partially experienced what having Yvaine by his side had done for him. He was stronger, his dragon form bigger, and now he had the shadow on his side.