Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Jasper’s Wyvern roared in triumph as he claimed Carolina Moore’s cinnamon tea and lemon vanilla kiss for his own.
She was delicious. Even better than he’d hoped.
Grrrr.
Her sweet lips parted, and he delved into her mouth, running on instinct rather than skill to show her the depths of his lust. Her small hands clutched at him and for the first time in his life he wanted to beat his own chest, proud of his strength. Jasper loved the way she moaned, her response turning him on all the more.
He wanted her to touch his body, liked her hands on him. At first, he had been worried about his size. He was so big, and she was delicate and petite. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm the beautiful female.
But there was no way he could stop his desire, either. No way to stem the need to be inside her. Every kiss, every moan, only validated his hunger. She was so damn sexy.
Her pert little tongue tangled with his, and her tight nipples bit into his chest through their clothes. Jasper wanted her naked. Longed to feel her skin against his flesh.
The woman was amazing. Beautiful, smart, her brain worked so fast it was incredible to watch as she flitted from one story to the next without pause. The sweet female was funny too, and he appreciated her enthusiasm and energy.
How blessed was he that the Fates had paired him with such a mate! Without words, he showed her how desperate he was for her, pressing the bulging evidence of his desire against the apex of her delightfully plump thighs.
Jasper slid his hands down her back, past the indent of her waist, over her rounded hips, to the full globes of her ass.
Fuck, she was perfect.
He wanted more, wanted to feel those legs wrapped around him. Swallowing her soft moan, he lifted her onto the table. His eyes found hers at half-mast, glazed with lust as he parted the short terrycloth robe that hid her splendid curves.
“Mine,” he growled again, kissing her chin and neck as he slowly revealed her supple form.
He pulled her arms gently out of the robe. Careful with her, as he always would be. She was precious to him. The tiny swatches of material she’d called panties with the little Santa hats dotting them must have been designed with the intentions of torturing a man.
How could something so presumably innocent be so damn hot?
His Wyvern pressed, growling in appreciation at the beauty that was his fated mate. His desire to claim her was clear in his extended claws and harder than steel cock.
Jasper had to wrestle the beast for control. Claws were no good here. No. He needed hands, lips, and the rest of his human body to love her with.
The beast understood, and withdrew, though not entirely. He watched from within as his human side returned to her mouth, kissing and drinking from her sweet lips while her sharp nails dug into his shoulders.
Fuck, that turned him on. He relished the scratch marks she placed there, would wear them like a badge of honor. A proclamation to one and all that she was his woman, and he was her mate.
Mark. Bite. Claim.
His Wyvern pushed the thoughts at him, and he wanted to. So fucking much. But he needed to explain the situation. Just because she knew about Shifters, didn’t mean she knew about mating.
As his fated mate, his sweet Carolina was the only woman in the entire universe he would ever want. She was the most important thing to him, bar none. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to procure her happiness and satisfaction.
“Mine,” he growled, and nibbled her chin, wild with lust for her.
“Yes,” she moaned, and wiggled on the countertop to get closer to him.
Her arousal was sweet and heady, filling the small space. He wanted more, wanted her moaning and wild with need for him. So, he worked at it.
Teasing her skin with carefully placed touches. Under her breast, inside her thighs, close, so close to heaven, but always retreating to keep her wanting more.
Yes, he would give her what she wanted, but never rushed. Always with the desire to give the most pleasure to his sweet, succulent little mate.
Carolina pulled on his shirt until he got the gist and finished the job. Taking the hated cotton garment over his head and tossing it across the room.
His skin burned for her touch. Too many clothes. Even in just panties, she was too concealed for his liking. Ever since he’d seen her nude in her bedroom, he’d been dying for a taste. One tug was all it took to remove the flimsy covering. Her bountiful breasts heaved with her increased breathing, spilling over his waiting palms as he cupped and fondled them.
Grrr.
His chest rumbled with the strength of his growl. Jasper was a big man. Big everywhere. But even his pan-sized hands weren’t large enough to fully catch her magnificently plump beauties.
He dipped his head, impatient, and oh so hungry for her, and caught one dusky nipple between his teeth. She whimpered in need in time with the pulls of his mouth on her sensitive pebbles. The pink flush of arousal that already tinted her skin deepened in color.
He couldn’t help himself, he bit down slightly on the nubbin, taking satisfaction in her lustful cry, and the way she pressed herself more fully into him. Jasper soothed the hurt with his tongue and lips, lapping and suckling each cherry-tipped breast in turn, until his lips moved southwards, down her stomach to her navel, and finally, to that glorious treasure he’d unveiled between her legs.
“We shouldn’t, you shouldn’t,” she gasped and moaned, widening her legs for him and tugging him closer by his hair.
“Carolina?” he growled, not moving until she told him what she wanted.
“Shouldn’t—um, we shouldn’t stop. Please, Jasper, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” he grunted, and leaned forward, thanking the gods she’d said yes.
Just there, only centimeters away, was his prize. Glistening with her dew, Jasper pressed his face into her heat, sucking in a breath, and swallowing down her heady fragrance before nuzzling her wet folds apart.
“S’perfect,” he growled.
It was all he could do to hold his beast in check. This close to her core, the Wyvern inside of him wanted to claim and bite, after he made her come screaming his name, of course.
Jasper was on board with that part, but there would be no claiming until he had a conversation with his sexy little mate. First things first, his tongue snaked out of his mouth, and he got his first taste of her.
Holyfuckinglemonvanillasex!
Jasper went cross-eyed. He damn near exploded in his pants just from one swipe of his tongue along her honeyed slit. Sweet nectar of the gods, she was sublime.
The saucy little minx was a fucking paragon of womanhood. The image of her bare-breasted wielding a taser gun would be forever imprinted on his brain, much like the taste of her honey slick folds.
Jasper could hardly describe his mate’s beauty as she sat naked above him, while he knelt down before her, worshipping at her altar. Her lush legs spread wide, and that secret part of her on bold display.
Her fingernails bit into his scalp, and he lapped at her with gusto. She was so ravishingly kissable—an anatomical feast for him alone.
“Oh, God, I’m gonna—” Carolina gripped his hair, rocking her hips, riding his tongue until he felt the first ripples of her orgasm take her.
“Yes, Jas, yes,” she moaned, and he growled, swallowing down her cream, glorying in the first of many orgasms he planned on giving her.
Fuck.
He wanted to join her in that pleasure. Couldn’t hold back anymore. In two moves, he had her ass in the air, palms flat on the counter with his dick in hand, ready to penetrate her sweet heat.
All he could think about was sinking deep inside her velvet sheath. To feel her sweet pussy grip him tight and milk him of his cum would be as close to heaven as a man like Jasper would ever get. He wanted that. Wanted her. Now. Cock at her slick entrance, all he had to do was flex his hips, and this was going to be the merriest fucking Christmas weekend he had ever had.
Then all hell broke loose—literally.
Jasper’s keen senses picked up on the sounds of an intruder a split second before he could stake his claim on his tasty little mate.
“Shit,” he growled, and barely had time to zip his fly and hand her the robe she’d been wearing before the front door flew open.
A black cloud hovered at the entrance, but something seemed to bar it from coming in. Jasper grabbed the gun he’d tucked under the counter and aimed it at the vaporous apparition.
“Who the fuck are you?” he growled at it.
The thing seemed to try several different ways to enter the cabin, but for whatever reason, it couldn’t get through. A sound boomed, much like thunder, but the night sky showed no sign of storms. Either way, Jasper wasn’t lowering the weapon.
“It’s him,” Carolina gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand as she watched the vapor cloud dissolve.
“It’s left something at the door. Don’t touch it,” he said, growling possessively.
He didn’t know if whatever that thing left was harmful. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt. As he neared the doorway, he saw a small gold box covered in what looked like tiny pictures. No not pictures, hieroglyphs.
“Can I see it?” she said as he retrieved the thing.
Was it wrong that he felt a bit of jealousy over the fancy gold box that had obviously been left for her?
Possibly, but oh fucking well.
Until she was claimed, he imagined this was going to be the constant state of his emotions. Horny as fuck one minute, and irrationally jealous the next.
“Let me open it, please,” he added, and placed the box on the coffee table.
Still gorgeously disheveled from their passionate interlude, Jasper’s Wyvern rumbled softly in his chest as Carolina leaned forward to study the gilded present.
Dark brows furrowed, she was breathtaking in her study of the thing. She reached out a hand to touch the box, and he tried to stop her before she could make contact.
“Wait,” he said, but she was already handling the object. “I said to wait in case it was rigged,” he explained and expelled the breath he’d sucked in when she’d touched it.
Thank goodness it did not hurt her.
“Oh,” she blushed prettily. “And here I thought it was because you were jealous, I was getting gifts from another man, er, Demon.”
“Did you now?” Jasper grinned at the way she shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“Are you flirting with me now, beautiful?”
“Well, after what we just did, maybe I am a little late with the flirting,” she added as she studied the box. “I can read some of the hieroglyphs, but the rest don’t seem Egyptian.”
“Here, let me take a picture and send it to someone who can help us out. You said the guy you awakened is a kind of Egyptian Demon?”
“Yes. His name is Medjed. This symbol here is his hieroglyph,” she pointed to one, and Jasper cocked his head to the side.
“Hah. It does look like a dildo, but with feet and eyes. I wonder if it’s justified,” he laughed, thinking the description she had given him was apt.
Only, Carolina’s face burned bright red and, for the first time in a long while, Jas felt a certain green-eyed monster on his shoulders.