Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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Her pulse was racing, and he could feel her heart beating furiously inside her chest. Just like his.
“Incredible,” he finished for her, and held her face between his palms before kissing her again.
He swallowed Carolina’s moan. The seductive sound making him hard again already. Slowly, he rocked his hips, careful not to be rough. She whimpered against his mouth, sucking in air when his lips left hers. Mouth open in a silent gasp, her blue eyes were glued to his. Jasper poured all his feelings for her in that shared look.
Mine.
Mate.
Maiden Fair.
Love.
Love.
LOVE.
Each word echoed in his brain as he loved his mate with his body. Showing her what lay within his heart, where he had yet to say the words. Her pussy quivered around him, and this time, he watched as stars exploded in her eyes as if the heavens themselves rejoiced with their consummation.
“Mine,” Jasper growled possessively, rocking his hips faster until he was coming again, too.
The beast loved when he filled her with his cum, marking her with his scent. It had to be enough for now, and he agreed she smelled amazing. His own essence having added a smoky spice to her vanilla lemon scent.
When he finally marked his mate, he would have complete trust and acceptance. For now, he would make sure she had everything he could possibly give her. The slow slip and slide of their bodies in the warm cabin was like something out of a dream for him. Jasper could feel her inside of his heart and his mind.
Her body burned for him. Their breaths mingled as they lay there, too stunned, or maybe just exhausted, to move. Together they’d seen the heavens, touched the stars. When they were both so tired, he thought they’d collapse, he lifted her in his arms to find she was already asleep.
With their things strewn around the living room, Jasper was mindful of his footsteps as he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down, tugging the blanket so he could cover them both, and curled up behind her. He was too amped up to sleep, but he could not deny himself the pleasure of holding her in his arms while she slept softly.
“Mmm,” she murmured when he kissed the back of her neck. “You carried me upstairs?”
She started in surprise and almost knocked herself off the bed, spinning around too quickly. But Jasper caught her, stopping her fall and smiling as he kissed her nose and cheek. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, facing him now, her ripe breasts pressed firmly to his chest through the thin material of the shirt.
“I did. I thought you might like to rest in bed rather than the couch.” He nuzzled her cheek and dropped a soft kiss just under her ear.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Um, I think I need a shower.”
“Of course,” he replied. “Did you want company?”
“Well, I have to, um, use the facilities,” she began.
He could feel her retreat like a slap to the face. Jasper nodded and tried to keep his face neutral. It was ridiculous to feel all butt hurt, but he couldn’t help it. He was all in now. Carolina had just become first in his life, and he wanted to be with her all the time. Wanted her to love him too, even if that made him a selfish asshole.
Patience, his beast pushed the word into his mind, all but demanding he tread carefully with his beloved maiden fair.
“No problem, baby. I’ll use the one in the hall so you can have some privacy.”
“Alright,” she agreed, and he didn’t miss the look of relief that flitted across her face.
Pulling the sheet with her, she wrapped it around her body, covering her even more from his eyes as she stood to walk to the bathroom. Jasper growled softly. He liked her naked, wanted to keep her that way. But it wasn’t practical, and normals were not as comfortable with nudity as Shifters. He just had to remember that and go slow.
Jasper waited until she shut the door, then he got out of bed and walked into the hall. He stilled, a warning flashing inside his brain. Instincts on high alert, he walked slowly, sniffing as if to gauge the change in atmosphere.
Jasper hissed angrily, something had invaded their space while they were occupied. The sound of Carolina taking her shower reached his ears, and he listened deeper to find she was humming, and therefore safe.
Good. That was good. He followed the scent of cinnamon, still painting the air inside the cabin and did not bother to dress. He was going to kill the fucker if he was still there.
He ran down the stairs and looked around, sensing the entity had already gone, but the sonovabitch had left his calling card.
Motherfucker.
Jasper’s growl rolled through him until he was full on roaring in anger. He hadn’t even realized it until a naked and wet Carolina ran right into his back.
“What is it?” she squeaked, and all his protective instincts went on alert.
He spun around, catching her around the waist and pulling her into his arms. That was all he needed to stop himself from going totally apeshit crazy. The feel of his mate, soft and warm from her shower and clinging to him for safety. Whatever weirdness she’d felt upstairs, she was obviously not afraid of him. Or repulsed.
Thank God.
“Someone was here,” he growled, and that was when she turned her head around.
“Oh my,” she murmured, her heart pounding against his.
Dozens of bouquets of roses in every color, from the deepest red to the purest white, lined the room. Along with it were enormous gold boxes of chocolate, the expensive kind, he recognized the brand. Bottles of champagne sat in buckets of ice, and a golden scroll was lying on a pedestal in the center of it all amid handfuls of colorful rose petals strewn about—that was going to be a bitch to clean.
“Whoa,” she mumbled, covering her mouth with her hands. “Someone is really late for Valentine’s Day. Or really early.”
His eyes flew to hers. She didn’t exactly look pissed. Hell, was she impressed? Well, fuck that.
He set her down and walked forward, picking up the scroll. His entire chest vibrated with anger. It was only as the scent of her fear and trepidation reached him that he realized he was snarling.
Could anyone blame him? This stalker fuck had left her some sort of note with his signature at the bottom—his hieroglyph, or whatever.
“He’s really serious, isn’t he?” Carolina asked, and her voice went very small.
Jasper hated she was afraid, and that he had failed in protecting her. He turned and took her hand.
“I won’t let him get to you, Carolina. I swear. I will do everything I can to protect you.”
“Why? Why would you risk yourself for me? I mean, it’s obvious he is powerful—”
“So am I,” Jasper growled.
“I know, but if he is so determined—”
“Caro, do you want him?” Jasper asked, holding his breath while he waited for her to answer.
“What? How could you even ask that after what we just did? I don’t go from one man to the next, you arrogant, stupid, idiotic—”
But Jasper didn’t wait for her to finish screaming at him, he just plastered his mouth to hers, drinking in her kiss and sighing with relief that she was not into the psycho ancient stalker who was still dogging her.
“I know, I’m sorry. Beast got a little jealous,” he whispered, kissing her mouth once more.
“Oh, yeah? I, um, never had anyone get jealous of me before. So, is it just your beast or the man too, hotshot?” she asked, grinning at him, and making him feel ten feet tall.
“It’s all of me, baby. I don’t enjoy thinking you want someone else,” he confessed. She stared at him, and he could tell she was struggling with words. Wanting her comfortable, he grabbed the scroll and pointed to the jerkwad’s signature.
“These Ancient Egyptian Demons sure are strange, Caro. Is that a dildo on the bottom or not?” Jasper asked, hoping to make her laugh. She did—-thank fuck—-and his beast relaxed an inch.
“Where?”
Carolina peeked at the scroll and snorted right on him. Her face pressed against his skin while she giggled, leaving a damp trail. He wanted to laugh too, but he was a little miffed—okay, he was fucking jealous. Again.
Still, watching her chuckle made his heart kind of melt. His mate was definitely a cutie.
“Incredible,” he finished for her, and held her face between his palms before kissing her again.
He swallowed Carolina’s moan. The seductive sound making him hard again already. Slowly, he rocked his hips, careful not to be rough. She whimpered against his mouth, sucking in air when his lips left hers. Mouth open in a silent gasp, her blue eyes were glued to his. Jasper poured all his feelings for her in that shared look.
Mine.
Mate.
Maiden Fair.
Love.
Love.
LOVE.
Each word echoed in his brain as he loved his mate with his body. Showing her what lay within his heart, where he had yet to say the words. Her pussy quivered around him, and this time, he watched as stars exploded in her eyes as if the heavens themselves rejoiced with their consummation.
“Mine,” Jasper growled possessively, rocking his hips faster until he was coming again, too.
The beast loved when he filled her with his cum, marking her with his scent. It had to be enough for now, and he agreed she smelled amazing. His own essence having added a smoky spice to her vanilla lemon scent.
When he finally marked his mate, he would have complete trust and acceptance. For now, he would make sure she had everything he could possibly give her. The slow slip and slide of their bodies in the warm cabin was like something out of a dream for him. Jasper could feel her inside of his heart and his mind.
Her body burned for him. Their breaths mingled as they lay there, too stunned, or maybe just exhausted, to move. Together they’d seen the heavens, touched the stars. When they were both so tired, he thought they’d collapse, he lifted her in his arms to find she was already asleep.
With their things strewn around the living room, Jasper was mindful of his footsteps as he carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down, tugging the blanket so he could cover them both, and curled up behind her. He was too amped up to sleep, but he could not deny himself the pleasure of holding her in his arms while she slept softly.
“Mmm,” she murmured when he kissed the back of her neck. “You carried me upstairs?”
She started in surprise and almost knocked herself off the bed, spinning around too quickly. But Jasper caught her, stopping her fall and smiling as he kissed her nose and cheek. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, facing him now, her ripe breasts pressed firmly to his chest through the thin material of the shirt.
“I did. I thought you might like to rest in bed rather than the couch.” He nuzzled her cheek and dropped a soft kiss just under her ear.
“Thank you,” she replied. “Um, I think I need a shower.”
“Of course,” he replied. “Did you want company?”
“Well, I have to, um, use the facilities,” she began.
He could feel her retreat like a slap to the face. Jasper nodded and tried to keep his face neutral. It was ridiculous to feel all butt hurt, but he couldn’t help it. He was all in now. Carolina had just become first in his life, and he wanted to be with her all the time. Wanted her to love him too, even if that made him a selfish asshole.
Patience, his beast pushed the word into his mind, all but demanding he tread carefully with his beloved maiden fair.
“No problem, baby. I’ll use the one in the hall so you can have some privacy.”
“Alright,” she agreed, and he didn’t miss the look of relief that flitted across her face.
Pulling the sheet with her, she wrapped it around her body, covering her even more from his eyes as she stood to walk to the bathroom. Jasper growled softly. He liked her naked, wanted to keep her that way. But it wasn’t practical, and normals were not as comfortable with nudity as Shifters. He just had to remember that and go slow.
Jasper waited until she shut the door, then he got out of bed and walked into the hall. He stilled, a warning flashing inside his brain. Instincts on high alert, he walked slowly, sniffing as if to gauge the change in atmosphere.
Jasper hissed angrily, something had invaded their space while they were occupied. The sound of Carolina taking her shower reached his ears, and he listened deeper to find she was humming, and therefore safe.
Good. That was good. He followed the scent of cinnamon, still painting the air inside the cabin and did not bother to dress. He was going to kill the fucker if he was still there.
He ran down the stairs and looked around, sensing the entity had already gone, but the sonovabitch had left his calling card.
Motherfucker.
Jasper’s growl rolled through him until he was full on roaring in anger. He hadn’t even realized it until a naked and wet Carolina ran right into his back.
“What is it?” she squeaked, and all his protective instincts went on alert.
He spun around, catching her around the waist and pulling her into his arms. That was all he needed to stop himself from going totally apeshit crazy. The feel of his mate, soft and warm from her shower and clinging to him for safety. Whatever weirdness she’d felt upstairs, she was obviously not afraid of him. Or repulsed.
Thank God.
“Someone was here,” he growled, and that was when she turned her head around.
“Oh my,” she murmured, her heart pounding against his.
Dozens of bouquets of roses in every color, from the deepest red to the purest white, lined the room. Along with it were enormous gold boxes of chocolate, the expensive kind, he recognized the brand. Bottles of champagne sat in buckets of ice, and a golden scroll was lying on a pedestal in the center of it all amid handfuls of colorful rose petals strewn about—that was going to be a bitch to clean.
“Whoa,” she mumbled, covering her mouth with her hands. “Someone is really late for Valentine’s Day. Or really early.”
His eyes flew to hers. She didn’t exactly look pissed. Hell, was she impressed? Well, fuck that.
He set her down and walked forward, picking up the scroll. His entire chest vibrated with anger. It was only as the scent of her fear and trepidation reached him that he realized he was snarling.
Could anyone blame him? This stalker fuck had left her some sort of note with his signature at the bottom—his hieroglyph, or whatever.
“He’s really serious, isn’t he?” Carolina asked, and her voice went very small.
Jasper hated she was afraid, and that he had failed in protecting her. He turned and took her hand.
“I won’t let him get to you, Carolina. I swear. I will do everything I can to protect you.”
“Why? Why would you risk yourself for me? I mean, it’s obvious he is powerful—”
“So am I,” Jasper growled.
“I know, but if he is so determined—”
“Caro, do you want him?” Jasper asked, holding his breath while he waited for her to answer.
“What? How could you even ask that after what we just did? I don’t go from one man to the next, you arrogant, stupid, idiotic—”
But Jasper didn’t wait for her to finish screaming at him, he just plastered his mouth to hers, drinking in her kiss and sighing with relief that she was not into the psycho ancient stalker who was still dogging her.
“I know, I’m sorry. Beast got a little jealous,” he whispered, kissing her mouth once more.
“Oh, yeah? I, um, never had anyone get jealous of me before. So, is it just your beast or the man too, hotshot?” she asked, grinning at him, and making him feel ten feet tall.
“It’s all of me, baby. I don’t enjoy thinking you want someone else,” he confessed. She stared at him, and he could tell she was struggling with words. Wanting her comfortable, he grabbed the scroll and pointed to the jerkwad’s signature.
“These Ancient Egyptian Demons sure are strange, Caro. Is that a dildo on the bottom or not?” Jasper asked, hoping to make her laugh. She did—-thank fuck—-and his beast relaxed an inch.
“Where?”
Carolina peeked at the scroll and snorted right on him. Her face pressed against his skin while she giggled, leaving a damp trail. He wanted to laugh too, but he was a little miffed—okay, he was fucking jealous. Again.
Still, watching her chuckle made his heart kind of melt. His mate was definitely a cutie.
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