Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Soaring. He’s got me soaring again.
“What’s that baby?” he growled, slowing his urgent kiss and canting his head at her.
Heat pooled in her middle at the depth of feeling she saw in his crystalline gaze. Zircon was so damn sexy, breathtaking really, and the fact he loved her sent her pulse to racing.
“Are you reading my mind, Conny?”
“Maybe,” he replied and grinned, making her body tighten at the sheer magnetism in that expression. “That’s the way with my kind and our mates.”
He flexed his hips, brushing his hard as steel cock against her and she trembled in anticipation. He was the most thrilling, stunning male she’d ever known, and he was hers. Finally.
Mine.
“We’re not mated yet, Con,” Jennifer reminded him, panting as he ran his hands up and down her naked body.
Goosebumps broke out across her flesh. Jennifer could hardly breathe. She was deaf, dumb, and blind to everything but the flames he was conjuring across her skin. His crisp fresh scent permeated the air, mixed with the spicy flames of his Dragon and the ozone of the lightning he could bend to his will. Jennifer breathed it all in deep, holding it inside of her, feeding on it, on him.
Mine.
Her Owl cried and hissed, the animal wanting to mark him now, claim him as hers. She’d never been so possessive in her life, but she was with him. He was her everything.
Yet, Zircon held all the cards. He had the power to bring her to his knees. Did he know it? Could he tell? Probably. But she didn’t care. Zircon was the only man who ever made her feel like this. She was vulnerable with him, and she could be simply because he would always take care of her.
“Baby, you have no idea how good I am gonna take care of you. You belong to me, Jennifer Dylluan. You always have.”
“I was thinking you make me feel like I’m flying. You know what I mean, cause you have wings, too.”
It was a high compliment that only flighted Shifters would understand. Flying was freedom. Flying was power. Soaring was even better. It was when you stopped working your muscles and simply let the air fill your wings to keep you afloat. Soaring was fire. And Zircon made her heart and body soar when he kissed her. Kissing him was better than anything.
Magic man.
He dipped his hands lower, sliding them between her legs and hoisting her up so she was wrapped around him. Somehow, he managed to keep one hand between them, and he delved into her slick folds, pushing into her heated core with three long fingers.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned.
“So wet for me. Always wet for me, aren’t you, baby?”
Jennifer nodded. She wasn’t capable of speech. Not with him working his fingers in and out of her in deep, slow strokes. Surprised as she was at Zircon’s penchant for talking dirty, she was equally surprised by how much she liked it. If his kiss was fire, then his words were a verbal accelerant. His touch was kindling, fanning the flames higher, licking at her entire body, making her feel like a goddess.
“You take me so good, baby. Can’t wait to be inside you. You want that too, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, right here?” he snarled the question, and she just broke apart.
Hell. She couldn’t nod fast enough before she was already coming on his hand. Her sex squeezed him, and she jolted when he mashed his lips to hers, letting her ride out her first orgasm. Her heart was slamming inside her chest, and pleasure pulsed through her veins.
“Conny,” she whimpered when he slid free of her and carried her to the bed.
“I want you on top, Jenn. I want you to take me, put me inside of you, and ride me till you come all over my cock,” he instructed.
She watched him with hooded eyes as he sprawled across the bed. His back was against the headrest and his eyes glittered as she crawled towards him. Her eyes were intent on the long, thick erection protruding from between his thighs, and she licked her lips longingly.
“Not yet, baby. Maybe later. Come here.”
Jennifer straddled his thighs, moaning at the feel of his cock sliding between her legs, but not penetrating her. Not yet. He held her still, gripping her neck with his hand and pulling her to him for one of his deep, hungry kisses. She’d never wanted to obey a man before, but with Zircon kissing her, and his hard, naked body beneath hers for the taking—hell, Jennifer was willing to do anything he said.
“Lift up, baby,” he grunted into her mouth, and she did, gasping when she felt his mushroomed head pressing into her.
“Now, take me inside you,” he told her.
Jennifer whimpered, pressing down on Zircon, trusting him to have her should she falter. She was a bigger girl, and her limited sexual experience had never lent itself to her being comfortable enough with a man to try this. He was her first in this, and she was glad, so glad.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Take all of me into that tight little pussy of yours.”
Slowly, she sank all the way down, burying his cock inside her to the hilt.
“Now, what?” she asked, looking for direction.
“Now you move however you want to, baby. We got all night, and I plan to do everything with you, mate,” he told her and fuck, when he used that word, her pussy contracted, tightening around his shaft.
Staring right into his eyes, Jennifer rolled her hips. Slowly, she started moving up and down. Swivel, rise, then down again. Faster. Harder. More. He felt so good. Soon, he was joining her, matching her movements, thrusting upwards when she came down, and sending spikes of pleasure rising through her. Her entire body throbbed with need every time he rocked into her. Jennifer trembled and shook, every nerve ending on fire with need and pleasure. She finally understood what that song was about as the entire room seemed to quake around them.
“That’s it, baby, yes, yes,” he growled, pumping faster.
Jennifer moved with him, her motions became erratic as sheer instinct took over. Her Owl shrieked and cried out in that metaphysical plane where the beast rested, and she felt her fingernails lengthen and sharpen to claws. Owls didn’t bite their mates. They scratched them across the chest, scarring them and marking them for life.
“Do it,” Zircon growled, leaning back to give her access.
Jennifer’s eyes widened. She panted, grinding her clit against his pubis, chasing her orgasm for all she was worth. She raised two fingers and sliced them across his skin, making two clean cuts over his heart. Zircon roared and heat filled his gaze, then he struck, biting her right above her breast.
“Oh, gods!” she cried out as pure unadulterated pleasure filled her.
It hurt for a moment, but it was that good kind of hurt. Already her Shifter healing had kicked in, as did his. She could feel the skin knitting back together, scarring over. But all of that was eclipsed by the sheer strength of her climax.
Zircon stiffened beneath her. Warm jets of cum filled her and Zircon caught her scream with his lips as he kissed her, claiming her in every way that counted. His arms wrapped around her like anacondas, and he held her there as he continued to flex his hips, dragging out both their orgasms as long as he could.
On and on, her release pulsed around them, until Jennifer was so weak, she couldn’t sit up without his support. Conny cradled her to his chest, dropping tiny little nips and kisses everywhere he could reach. Her cheek, her chin, her neck, and shoulder. He licked a path over her claiming mark and shivers danced across her skin.
Soaring again.
Jennifer was soaring, and Zircon was her wind, lifting her up, making her feel good, guiding her safely home. That’s what he really was. Her home. And she’d never felt more complete or satisfied in her life.
“I love you, mate.”
“I love you, Conny. With all my heart, I love you.”
Zircon cradled her face in his hands, his clear blue eyes sparkling with heat, and he nuzzled her lips ever so softly. Thrills danced up her spine, lightning bolts of pleasure and satisfaction zipped along her nerve endings. She felt his body respond to their kiss, his long thick length still buried inside her hardened once more.
“Will I hurt you?” he asked, all love and caring in his voice.
“Never,” she replied instantly, knowing he would never harm her. Not even unintentionally.
He switched their positions, and she loved the heavy weight of him as he crushed her into the mattress. Zircon kissed her throughout, moving at an unhurried pace, allowing her responses to guide him. Not that he needed it. The man was so damn sexy he had her primed and ready with little more than a husky whisper in her ear.
“Fuck, Jenn, you’re so wet and tight. You were made for me. This pussy was made to take my cock,” he growled. “That’s it, baby. Go on, squeeze me tighter. Hold on, baby.”
He pounded into her then, and she moaned, scratching her nails down his muscled back. His teeth scraped across her neck, and she felt it all the way down in her gut.
“Bite me, Conny. Mark me again,” she told him, needing him to claim her once more.
“Anything you want,” he growled, moving harder, stroking deeper, and hitting her secret spot just right.
Then he struck, his long fangs sinking into her flesh between her neck and shoulder. Pain flashed, but only for a moment. Jennifer screamed her pleasure. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she writhed beneath him. She didn’t know how he did it, but this time was better than the last.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it, take me, take me, take all of me,” he growled, body going stiff as his dick pulsed deep within her.
Jennifer held on for dear life, riding out their mutual orgasm as Zircon kept circling his hips, determined, he seemed, to make it last. By the time he slowed, he was kissing her again, and she was kissing him back, showing him with so much more than words how much she loved him.
Sometime later, Zircon eased himself out of her and got up to grab a damp cloth. She was too tired to move. Utterly boneless, truth be told. But her loving mate patted her inner thighs, and over her well-loved sex with the cloth before tossing it back into the kitchen.
He kissed her hip, her belly, her breast, and her shoulder as he slid into bed next to her, keeping his cold feet out of the way. She smiled at that, warming them with her own despite his best efforts to spare her. Grinning, he tucked her into his side, covering them both with the sheet.
“You feel okay?” he asked.
“I feel incredible. I can’t believe I finally get my happy ever after,” she whispered, kissing his chest and snuggling close.
“I am so sorry about everything that happened with your father, Jenn⁠—”
“Don’t be. We aren’t responsible for his life choices, Conny. We can only be responsible for our own.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I am just sorry he hurt you. You deserved better.”
“I have better now,” she whispered, smiling at him. “I have you.”
Zircon grinned and bent his head to kiss her, but Jennifer’s smile faltered. Her stomach cramped, and she felt dizzy. Suddenly, she vaulted out of bed and raced to the bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet in time before she tossed up everything she drank and ate that day.
“Jenn? Are you okay?” Zircon was right there, holding her hair back and pressing a washcloth to her face.
She didn’t know how long she was sick, but it must have been a while. Strange, considering she was a Shifter. Bone tired, Zircon lifted her from the floor and took her back to bed, placing her under the covers.
“I know you think I’m being overprotective, baby. But I’m gonna go get Daeja to come look at you, okay?” he asked, concern written all over his handsome face.
She nodded, too tired and sick to argue. Her stomach was cramping again, and she felt all bloated and swollen. Her head ached, and the room was spinning. She tried to call on her Owl, but the creature was not answering her.
Tendrils of fear spiked through her blood. What the heck was going on? Shifters did not get sick and there was only one reason a female Shifter’s animal might not respond to being called. One reason that she had not been counting on. Gulping, Jennifer rubbed her palm over her belly and froze.
Impossible.
“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, shaking the blanket and sheet off her.
“What the hell?” Jennifer whispered, her hands covering her aching, swollen abdomen. She got out of bed and walked to the mirror.
“HOLY—”
The door crashed open, and Zircon entered first, with Daeja following behind him. Her mate fell to his knees, finishing her thought with a loud shout.
“—FUCK!”
“I see, you are with young, Jennifer Dylluan, and it seems the kinakein is strong with you. Come. We must get you to the clinic, Caro, Kim, and Candy have just gone into labor,” Daeja stated.
“What?!”
“She can’t be pregnant already!”
“Have you two fornicated?” Daeja asked.
“What? Fuck, Daeja, I mean, yeah, we had sex,” growled Zircon.
“Then she can be,” the pink haired female snarked back.
Jennifer would have laughed if she hadn’t been suddenly struck by the worst pain she had ever felt, followed by a trickle of warm fluid down her leg.
“Conny?” she whimpered, but her mate was still arguing with his sister-in-law. So, she tried again. Louder. “CONNY!”
“What?”
“I think I’m in labor,” she replied, eyes wide.
“What are you waiting for, pakein? Carry your mate. We must go now,” Daeja instructed.
Zircon needed no more instruction than that. Fear and wonder filled her as she was hit by another contraction, but he was already there, wrapping her in the sheet and lifting her into his sure and steady arms.
“I got you, baby. It’s going to be okay,” he told her, holding her carefully in his powerful embrace.
“I know it is. I love you,” she said.
Zircon’s eyes flashed with his Wyvern and a trilling sort of sound escaped his lips.
“Good job, pakein. Your young needs your song,” Daeja explained.
Arthur Wessex was sitting in the third row of the enormous SUV outside, his face determined as Zircon slid into the middle with Jennifer in his arms. Heliodore was in the driver’s seat and Daeja got in the passenger side and tapped the console.
“Let’s go. We have younglings to deliver,” Daeja said before her mate put the pedal to the metal.
“Slow the fuck down, Dor,” Conny growled, but Jennifer approved of the speed.
“Don’t slow down, Heliodore. I don’t want to give birth in a truck,” she grunted and clutched her now enormous belly as another wave of pain hit her.
“Hold on, baby. Shit, are you okay? Baby?”
“You are so lucky I love you,” she growled, huffing as her labor increased.
“Easy breaths now, Jennifer. Good.”
“How is this good?” Zircon yelled, panicked.
Dor took a sharp turn, and her mate tightened his hold on her. Jennifer paid little attention to the arguing brothers, or to Arthur Wessex’s firm command for them to shut up. Boys would be boys, she supposed, but she really did not care at that moment. Her entire body was in the middle of something that should not even be possible. She felt her flesh stretching, her organs shifting, and her muscles compensating for the new life she harbored inside her. Then it really hit her.
Jennifer was having a baby. With Zircon. Their baby. They were having a baby.
“Be easy, pakein. She is a Shifter. Her body can heal and adapt far more quickly than the human mates. Experiencing so many moons of gestational development in what I expect was just a few days is not something I have seen, but Jennifer, I believe, is capable of it.”
“You’re damn right I am,” Jennifer growled. “Now, buck up, Conny. We’re gonna be parents.”