Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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She cleared her throat and seemed to look anywhere but at him. Jasper was a patient man, sometimes anyway, so he crossed his arms and waited for her eyes to find him once more.
“Okay, look, I don’t owe you any explanations, buddy. One romp in a kitchen doesn’t make us married. Anyway, I never touched the guy, but he was a little naked when I kind of set him free, and I suppose you could say there is a reason he’s depicted as a, well, a huge cock with eyes and feet.”
Jasper’s growl filled the room. Okay, maybe he wasn’t as mature as he’d like to think. So his mate had seen this guy’s dick.
Big fucking deal.
Only, it seemed to be a really big fucking deal.
Literally.
“Hey,” she snapped her fingers in his face. “I was married for three years to a man who thought I was too fat to have sex with. He never said it, but he never touched me, and his idea of a Christmas present was an elliptical machine. I am single now, and I am not going to be sorry for finally enjoying my sexuality.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Did you fuck this, Demon?”
“Really? Oh, that is classy!”
“Carolina, I want to know—”
“Look, you big Shifter jerk, in the last forty-eight hours I’ve travelled halfway around the world after letting an ancient Demon free from a tablet and having the wacko claim he wants me as his bride! Next, you’re here, and at first, I’m like, omg, he’s a fucking pervert peeping on me in my bedroom, then I’ve got you being all sexy, calling me mine, and shit, with your head between my legs, and your tongue up my hooha. Now, I am not saying I was pressured or tricked, far from it, I wanted that just as much as you, and hell, maybe I needed it more than you did too, but—and that’s a really big BUT, fella, I am still my own woman,” she snapped, looking fierce and gorgeous as fuck.
“I don’t have to answer to you or any man.”
“Caro—”
“Be quiet. It is not your turn to talk,” she snarled, better than any Shifter he had ever seen. Scarier too. “I’ll tell you something about me, Mr. Body Beautiful. I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. And I don’t jump from one man’s bed to the next no matter how big his cock is!”
“Shit,” he ran a hand over his face. He needed to calm down. “I’m sorry, Carolina.” Jasper watched her rapid breathing return to what he thought was normal before she huffed out a breath and turned away from him.
Fuck, that hurt.
“Just forget it. What happened before was obviously a mistake. Call your friend while I get ready for bed. I’m not hungry, but if you want food, there is some in the fridge. I have a contact I can call tomorrow about the other images on the box. Goodnight.”
“Carolina, please.”
Jasper attempted again and reached out a hand towards her, only to drop it. Her back was towards him, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to watch her sassy little ass walk out of the room.
Fucking hell.
He was hard again and there was no relief in sight. Doomed to the bluest balls he’d ever had, Jasper grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate himself. Her goodnight was pretty fucking final, wasn’t it? He sat up, wondering, but then the slam of her door confirmed his deepest fear.
Well, shit.
He’d fucked that up in a hurry. Jasper had never felt so cold and alone in his life. He had royally pissed off the most important person in the world to him, and he needed to fix it.
But first things first. Her safety mattered the most at this time. Reinforcing the alarms Jennifer already had surrounding the cabin and checking the alarm system he’d set about the perimeter were only two of the steps he would be taking to keep Carolina secure.
Whatever that thing was, it had gotten all the way to the door before he heard it coming. That was way too close.
He would see her safe first, then he would talk to her about what it meant to be his fated mate. And of course, he would apologize for being a dick.
His father had always called him impulsive and hardheaded. For the first time in his life, he was inclined to agree with the old man. His chest squeezed with pain as he thought about the limited time, he had to spend with the man who’d raised him.
Grabbing his cell, Jas took a few photos of the strange gilt box before sending them to an agent with the Department of Paranormal Creatures and Activity. Agent Manuel was a very powerful Dragon Shifter with a half-Demon side that could prove useful to Jasper in this case.
The ’s official capacity was as a liaison for the DPCA, so he knew the man well enough to trust him. His cell phone rang just as the shower from inside Caro’s room came on.
Fuck, she was pissed.
Hopefully, he could make it up to her. He had to. Jasper sighed and answered the call.
“Where did you get the box?”
“Hello to you too, Manuel,” he said, “uh, well, it’s a long story. My mate—”
“You have a mate? Shit, send her my condolences.”
“Thanks, bro, real way to show some compassion. How is the lovely Peg? Missing me, I bet,” he snarked.
“You come near my mate, and I’ll roast your puny lizard ass for an after dinner snack,” growled Manuel.
“Ouch, man really? Guess size is the most important thing to you bigger Dragons, so you don’t have to rely on skill—”
The resounding snarl told him he’d pushed too far, and Jasper grew serious. This was new territory for him.
“Look, man, I am sorry, okay? The woman I am guarding is my mate, but she doesn’t know it. No disrespect meant to you or Peg. Anyway, she needs help.”
“I can see that based on the Demonspeak glyphs.”
“The what?”
“It’s like the common language for Demons. Anyway, it’s basically posturing, like he’s saying ‘I’m a badass, don’t fuck with me’ type shit. Who is he? Why is he after her?”
“She inadvertently woke up an ancient Egyptian Demon on a dig. He looks like a dildo?”
“Medjed? Oh, fuck, I’ve heard of him. He’s a guard dog for the god Osiris. The dude’s a warrior, man. What did she do to piss him off?” Manuel asked.
“Actually, he claims she is his bride,” growled Jasper.
“Ah, that makes sense then. What you have there, by the way, is a puzzle box. Demons are fond of them. It’s like his idea of a little love token. Once she figures out which keys to press, it will open, and she will find her real gift inside. I would advise against that.”
“Why?”
“Because when a gift is accepted, it’s symbolic. It means the woman has agreed to the proposal.”
“Like fucking hell,” growled Jasper.
“Easy there, I suggest you tell her how you feel first, then explain the significance of the box. And if you need backup, just call,” Manuel clicked off, and Jasper dropped the phone on the couch in frustration.
He followed the sound of running water to the back guest bathroom, where Carolina was currently taking a shower. He made sure her windows were locked and the alarm system was on before continuing around the house.
He wanted her to be as secure as possible when he wasn’t in the same room with her, and judging from how she’d left earlier, he doubted that would be anytime soon. He grabbed his gear and set up his laptop in the living room to better monitor the surveillance cameras.
Jasper knew one thing for sure as he listened for the sounds of his sweet mate getting ready for bed. He would not be getting a wink of sleep that night.
“Okay, look, I don’t owe you any explanations, buddy. One romp in a kitchen doesn’t make us married. Anyway, I never touched the guy, but he was a little naked when I kind of set him free, and I suppose you could say there is a reason he’s depicted as a, well, a huge cock with eyes and feet.”
Jasper’s growl filled the room. Okay, maybe he wasn’t as mature as he’d like to think. So his mate had seen this guy’s dick.
Big fucking deal.
Only, it seemed to be a really big fucking deal.
Literally.
“Hey,” she snapped her fingers in his face. “I was married for three years to a man who thought I was too fat to have sex with. He never said it, but he never touched me, and his idea of a Christmas present was an elliptical machine. I am single now, and I am not going to be sorry for finally enjoying my sexuality.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Did you fuck this, Demon?”
“Really? Oh, that is classy!”
“Carolina, I want to know—”
“Look, you big Shifter jerk, in the last forty-eight hours I’ve travelled halfway around the world after letting an ancient Demon free from a tablet and having the wacko claim he wants me as his bride! Next, you’re here, and at first, I’m like, omg, he’s a fucking pervert peeping on me in my bedroom, then I’ve got you being all sexy, calling me mine, and shit, with your head between my legs, and your tongue up my hooha. Now, I am not saying I was pressured or tricked, far from it, I wanted that just as much as you, and hell, maybe I needed it more than you did too, but—and that’s a really big BUT, fella, I am still my own woman,” she snapped, looking fierce and gorgeous as fuck.
“I don’t have to answer to you or any man.”
“Caro—”
“Be quiet. It is not your turn to talk,” she snarled, better than any Shifter he had ever seen. Scarier too. “I’ll tell you something about me, Mr. Body Beautiful. I don’t lie. I don’t cheat. And I don’t jump from one man’s bed to the next no matter how big his cock is!”
“Shit,” he ran a hand over his face. He needed to calm down. “I’m sorry, Carolina.” Jasper watched her rapid breathing return to what he thought was normal before she huffed out a breath and turned away from him.
Fuck, that hurt.
“Just forget it. What happened before was obviously a mistake. Call your friend while I get ready for bed. I’m not hungry, but if you want food, there is some in the fridge. I have a contact I can call tomorrow about the other images on the box. Goodnight.”
“Carolina, please.”
Jasper attempted again and reached out a hand towards her, only to drop it. Her back was towards him, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to watch her sassy little ass walk out of the room.
Fucking hell.
He was hard again and there was no relief in sight. Doomed to the bluest balls he’d ever had, Jasper grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate himself. Her goodnight was pretty fucking final, wasn’t it? He sat up, wondering, but then the slam of her door confirmed his deepest fear.
Well, shit.
He’d fucked that up in a hurry. Jasper had never felt so cold and alone in his life. He had royally pissed off the most important person in the world to him, and he needed to fix it.
But first things first. Her safety mattered the most at this time. Reinforcing the alarms Jennifer already had surrounding the cabin and checking the alarm system he’d set about the perimeter were only two of the steps he would be taking to keep Carolina secure.
Whatever that thing was, it had gotten all the way to the door before he heard it coming. That was way too close.
He would see her safe first, then he would talk to her about what it meant to be his fated mate. And of course, he would apologize for being a dick.
His father had always called him impulsive and hardheaded. For the first time in his life, he was inclined to agree with the old man. His chest squeezed with pain as he thought about the limited time, he had to spend with the man who’d raised him.
Grabbing his cell, Jas took a few photos of the strange gilt box before sending them to an agent with the Department of Paranormal Creatures and Activity. Agent Manuel was a very powerful Dragon Shifter with a half-Demon side that could prove useful to Jasper in this case.
The ’s official capacity was as a liaison for the DPCA, so he knew the man well enough to trust him. His cell phone rang just as the shower from inside Caro’s room came on.
Fuck, she was pissed.
Hopefully, he could make it up to her. He had to. Jasper sighed and answered the call.
“Where did you get the box?”
“Hello to you too, Manuel,” he said, “uh, well, it’s a long story. My mate—”
“You have a mate? Shit, send her my condolences.”
“Thanks, bro, real way to show some compassion. How is the lovely Peg? Missing me, I bet,” he snarked.
“You come near my mate, and I’ll roast your puny lizard ass for an after dinner snack,” growled Manuel.
“Ouch, man really? Guess size is the most important thing to you bigger Dragons, so you don’t have to rely on skill—”
The resounding snarl told him he’d pushed too far, and Jasper grew serious. This was new territory for him.
“Look, man, I am sorry, okay? The woman I am guarding is my mate, but she doesn’t know it. No disrespect meant to you or Peg. Anyway, she needs help.”
“I can see that based on the Demonspeak glyphs.”
“The what?”
“It’s like the common language for Demons. Anyway, it’s basically posturing, like he’s saying ‘I’m a badass, don’t fuck with me’ type shit. Who is he? Why is he after her?”
“She inadvertently woke up an ancient Egyptian Demon on a dig. He looks like a dildo?”
“Medjed? Oh, fuck, I’ve heard of him. He’s a guard dog for the god Osiris. The dude’s a warrior, man. What did she do to piss him off?” Manuel asked.
“Actually, he claims she is his bride,” growled Jasper.
“Ah, that makes sense then. What you have there, by the way, is a puzzle box. Demons are fond of them. It’s like his idea of a little love token. Once she figures out which keys to press, it will open, and she will find her real gift inside. I would advise against that.”
“Why?”
“Because when a gift is accepted, it’s symbolic. It means the woman has agreed to the proposal.”
“Like fucking hell,” growled Jasper.
“Easy there, I suggest you tell her how you feel first, then explain the significance of the box. And if you need backup, just call,” Manuel clicked off, and Jasper dropped the phone on the couch in frustration.
He followed the sound of running water to the back guest bathroom, where Carolina was currently taking a shower. He made sure her windows were locked and the alarm system was on before continuing around the house.
He wanted her to be as secure as possible when he wasn’t in the same room with her, and judging from how she’d left earlier, he doubted that would be anytime soon. He grabbed his gear and set up his laptop in the living room to better monitor the surveillance cameras.
Jasper knew one thing for sure as he listened for the sounds of his sweet mate getting ready for bed. He would not be getting a wink of sleep that night.
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