Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Sitting next to Jenn during a six hour GOT marathon seemed like a good idea at the time. But not being able to touch her for the duration had wreaked havoc on Zircon’s nerves. He was only too glad when Jasper announced show time was over and carried his pregnant mate to their suite of rooms.
Everyone had left then, but Zircon stayed to clean up. Oh, sure, his father had people come in to do deep cleaning, but he hated leaving messes that were unnecessary and they were all fucking adults, anyway.
“Here, I’ll take that,” Jennifer said, surprising him.
“I thought you went to bed,” he replied, handing her the empty snack bag.
“Thought I would stay and help tidy up.”
“Oh, you don’t have to. I can do that⁠—”
“I know you can. In fact, you always do, don’t you?” she asked, canting her head to the side, reminding him of her Owl.
He didn’t respond. Hell, he wasn’t sure what he could possibly say. Zircon was the youngest, and therefore, he’d been the one tasked with most of the menial duties around the estate. Ever since he was a kid, his brothers had left their messes for him to deal with.
He didn’t mind. Not really. His Wyvern was a stickler for cleanliness, and he preferred things to be neat and tidy. In his opinion, if you lived in a place, ate there, slept there, shit there, then you could damn well do your part to keep it clean and looking good.
Silently, he worked side by side with Jennifer. They continued to collect trash and cleaned off the seats and trays in the theater room with pre-soaked disinfectant wipes. She’d grabbed the small trash can from the corner, and when they were all done, he took the filled one with them to toss in with the kitchen garbage.
“Um, thanks,” he murmured, unsure of what to do next.
Well. That wasn’t true. Zircon knew exactly what he wanted to do. She looked so damn pretty and innocent with her hair down, wearing casual clothes. Though there was nothing wrong with her work gear. Hell, he loved her in a pencil skirt and her pert, buttoned-up blouses. Fact was, he loved her anyway she came. He just loved her. Period.
“So,” she began, sucking in a deep breath.
“So,” he mimicked.
The lights were all off except for the dim blue glow of a couple of nightlights under the wall cabinets. His father prided himself on the ventilation system in the house, and no traces of popcorn or snack food lingered in the air. All he could smell was her. Mountain air, honey, and berries.
The heady fragrance teased his senses, intoxicating him when he noted traces of arousal. Her brown eyes were so dark, like molten caramel, as she continued to watch him. Zircon’s pulse raced. She was so close he could hear her own heart thumping along inside her chest, his gaze flicked to her neck and he knew her pulse was going crazy just like his.
His Wyvern scratched against his skin. The animal didn’t want to wait anymore. Having her so close was making him wild with need. She was only a few inches away. All he had to do was reach out, and he’d be touching her.
Everyone was in bed now, and even if they weren’t, he would be able to hear it if someone approached. They were all alone. Just the two of them. Together. In the dark. And he wanted her more than ever.
“You look really pretty in that outfit, Jenn.”
“I do?”
“Yeah. You never wear casual clothes like that. I mean, I’ve seen you in silly pjs, but not regular clothes.”
“I was trying something new. And I think you mean badass axolotl pjs,” she replied with a smirk.
“Yep. That’s exactly what I meant. Of course, I like you in your fancy work gear, and in badass axolotl pjs, and I like you in those soft clothes you have on now. Of course, I like you better without clothes, Jenn,” he said, and meant every word.
“You do?” she asked.
Zircon nodded, waiting for a sign. Anything. His cock throbbed behind his suddenly too tight denim. Fuck. He really didn’t want to have to take care of himself tonight like he’d done a million times since he met her. Tonight, he wanted to feel her. Soft. Warm. Willing.
Please, please, please, Jennifer.
“It’s late,” he said, raising an eyebrow, offering her this one last out.
“Yes, it is.”
“You should be in bed.”
“Yes, I should,” she whispered, and fuck, if she didn’t sway closer to him.
“Jenn, I can’t hold back much longer. If you want to go. Go now,” he said bluntly.
He was hanging on to his beast by a thread. Every instinct he had demanded he claim her now. But Zircon was made up of more than instincts. He loved this woman, and he would never force her into a situation. Not ever. And fuck what his Wyvern thought about that.
Yes, he was determined to win her, but Zircon wanted her for the long haul. Not a frantic hour or two between the sheets. But he was only a man, and how long could he hold out before he gave in to his baser needs? Shit. What was she playing at?
His beast wanted to claim her now. He wanted to roar and shoot fire from his maw. He wanted to pull down all her walls and barricades. Call lightning to him as he unleashed hell on the blockade she’d erected around her heart. All he wanted was everything from her. But he swore to the gods he would give her everything he was in return.
Didn’t she know he couldn’t live without her? Zircon was holding himself together by a thread. She couldn’t understand what she was doing, could she?
“Jenn,” he said her name in warning.
Her luminous eyes looked into his as she moved closer. He must be dreaming, he mused. Zircon closed his eyes, blocking out the sight before he did something stupid like grab her and crush her body to his.
“Conny, look at me,” she commanded, and he was helpless to disobey.
“Jenn,” he warned a second time.
“You said I should be in bed, Conny. Will you take me?”
“To bed?”
“Yes. Your bed. Take me to your bed, Conny. Please,” she begged, and all thoughts of resisting flew right the fuck out the window.
Zircon’s gaze slid over her from head to foot before he pulled his attention back to her big brown eyes. She was telling the truth about wanting him to take her to bed. He could hear it ringing in her voice, all deep and husky with need. The scent of her arousal was making him swoon, and Zircon knew resistance was futile.
Jennifer belonged to him, and he to her. That was how it worked with fated mates. He’d been strong for so long, but he did not have it in him to be without her tonight. No, not tonight. Not anymore.
He nuzzled her face, softly brushing his cheek against hers, then forehead, and his nose. Finally, he teased her mouth with his lips, mingling their breaths, making her chase him. Jennifer whimpered, pushing her full-breasted body against his, and fuck, but she felt good. All warm and soft curves, her hands clutching at his shoulders. She made him feel like ten times a man, and he loved it, loved her.
“I could get drunk on you, Jenn,” he whispered, still teasing her lips with the promise of kisses to come.
It was heady and erotic, a dangerous game for sure. Her chest reverberated with her Owl’s hiss and Zircon grinned.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Kiss me,” she begged.
“I will. Don’t rush me.”
“Stop fucking around, Conny. Kiss. Me. Now,” she demanded.
Her brows were furrowed, and her breathing labored. Oh, but he had her riled up, alright. He liked her that way. Off balance and filled with passion. Jennifer was always so collected and well put together. Conny got a rush, knowing he was the only man who could provoke her to this level of heightened agitation.
“Anything you want, baby. You just had to ask,” he replied.
“Con—”
But he was already crushing her mouth beneath his, stopping her before she could fire off a retort. Zircon’s stomach did somersaults as he kissed her good and well before allowing her to come up for air. She was gasping, hanging on to him for support, but he gave her no time to collect herself. He wanted her needy and clinging to him.
Scooping her off her feet was easy. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct, and he growled and held her by the sweet globes of her ripe ass. His Jenn was all woman. Curvy and delicious, he could not wait to strip her down so he could properly worship every single inch of her delectable body.
She moaned and pressed her core to the bulge threatening to destroy his jeans, and he growled, nipping her neck.
“Behave, Jenn, or by the gods, I’ll fuck you right here in the hallway.”
She stilled then, but only for a minute. Saucy little vixen. Her tongue traced his earlobe, and her hands ran across his shoulders and chest, plucking at his nipples and making him almost tumble to the ground.
“Want you,” she moaned, and fuck, his cock grew even harder.
By the time he closed the door to his bedroom, he realized she’d turned the tables on him. Now he was the one all hot and bothered. But no, this was not going to be like last time. Oh, it was good. Explosive. All the things he’d dreamed it would be and then some. But now he wanted to make her crazy for him.
“Ground rules, Jenn. You obey or I stop. Rule one, get your hands over your head, and keep them there⁠—”
“But I want to touch you⁠—”
“Obey or I stop,” he commanded, his voice gravelly as he dropped her onto the bed and pinned her hands above her. “Keep them right there.”
Jenn’s eyes widened, but she did as he said, keeping her hands pinned above her head. He nodded his approval, straddling her hips as he reached up with claw-tipped fingers. Her breath caught in her throat, but he shook his head.
“Gonna unwrap you now, baby. Don’t. Move.”
It was amazing Zircon was still conscious for as long as he held his breath, waiting for her assent. The way her eyes darkened with desire, glittering with gold around the rims as both she and her Owl watched him had his own beast rising up to meet her. She nodded slowly, and he almost roared with victory.
Later, he told his beast.
Right then, she required all of his attention, and fuck, did she have it. Using his claw tipped finger, he dipped inside her shirt collar, careful to avoid the skin, then he sliced downwards. The cotton fell away, revealing gorgeous curves hidden behind lace and silk.
He was salivating already, but this was careful work. A few more slices and she was free. Her skin was all peaches and cream. Her breasts were plump and perfect, with dusky tips pebbled that were oh so tempting. Zircon’s growl filled the room, but he made no move to touch her yet. Not till he had control.
Jennifer’s eyes widened and her breathing increased, the movement causing those delicious mounds to rise and fall. Zircon stood up, tearing off his own clothes so he was as naked as she, and still he didn’t touch her. Just looked and looked and looked some more. He took her in, memorizing every inch of the gorgeous, mesmerizing female.
“Conny?”
“Fuck, Jenn, just look at you. I could come right now just staring at that perfect body,” he confessed, incapable of anything but total honesty.
The blood in his veins was boiling with desire. His every instinct clamoring for him to cover her with his scent, take everything she offered so freely, and mark her as his. Zircon swallowed, wrestling with his beast for control was always extra hard when Jenn was around. Right then, it was damn near impossible.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Poor little Jennifer was breathing hard and squirming on his bed. Fuck. She looked so damn good there. Like she was made to be splayed out on his navy blue comforter, looking like some sort of goddess sacrifice, and she was all his for the taking. He licked his lips, loving the way her hair was spread out like a dark curtain behind her. He’d removed her glasses, placing them on the bedside table, and he could finally make out her thick lashes and delicate eyebrows.
Damn, she was pretty. Her bone structure was perfectly symmetrical. But he loved the little imperfections best. The dimple that only came out when she was trying not to laugh on her left cheek. The scar near her hairline from a childhood fall. And the way her top lip was slightly fuller than her bottom lip.
Normally, he’d be fine simply looking at her. Dreaming of her. But she was here. In the flesh. Naked. On his bed. And she still had her hands over her head.
Good girl. Mine.
But what the fuck was he doing just standing there? She moved her legs helplessly, as if trying to ease the pressure building between her thighs, and fuck, did that excite him. Zircon caught the scent of her arousal, and that was it.
“Gonna touch you now, baby.”
Zircon took a step forward and ran his fingers along the arch of her foot. Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned, and he took his hand away.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded, and hers flew open, pinning him with her stare.
Good. Very good.
Her need egged him on. He increased pressure, caressing her calves next and her outer thighs. Her skin felt like satin, smooth and soft, warm to the touch. Ever so slowly, Zircon traced her body, paying attention to every moan and arch.
“You’re sensitive here?” he asked as he brushed his hands beneath her breasts in slow circles.
“Yes. Please, oh please, Conny, touch me,” she whimpered, trying to force his hand by arching her back.
He grinned wickedly as he got closer, closer, so close to her hardened nipples only to draw back. Her moan of disappointment almost made him chuckle, but this was serious business, and he was not in it to torture her, after all. Finally, he cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he rubbed his palms against her hardened nubs.
“Oh gods,” she cried out.
The sound of such blatant need, such raw desperation on her lips, drove him wild. Zircon wasn’t as practiced in sex as his brothers, but he didn’t need to be. He knew how to make love to this woman. And he was done playing games.
“Fuck Jenn, I need you. I need you right now. Need to taste you,” he growled, spreading her legs wide so he could fit between them.
First, he had to kiss her. Needed to crush those soft lips of hers to his. Mark her in that small way. His breathing was so loud in his own ears, he might as well have been a freight train. But that didn’t matter. Nothing did but him and her.
Zircon existed in that moment alone with Jennifer. Just the two of them, and it was perfect. But it was going to get better. A helluva lot better.
He grabbed the back of her neck, tugging her closer and holding her gaze. Then he dipped down, claiming her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss. Their first kiss had been madness and rough relief. But this, this was nothing like that. This was a slow-burning, all-consuming possession.
He left no part of her mouth unexplored. Stamping himself everywhere and drinking her down like the pure heaven she was. And when he was done with the claiming part of that kiss, he readjusted the angle of her face and then Zircon kissed her with such tenderness he ached with it.
He needed her to know how he felt, was driven to show her the depth of his emotions. Jennifer wasn’t just some woman. She was all woman. She was his woman. And he was going to make sure she had zero doubts about that by the time he was finished.