Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 18: Chapter 18

It’s a holly jolly Christmas for me.
Carolina hummed the carol in the shower before all hell broke loose. Why wouldn’t she?
Jasper Wessex had fucked her stupid.
Her body was still deliciously sore, and Carolina had been on cloud nine when she heard his snarling roar. She’d raced downstairs in her towel, and soon found out what had her hunky protector so pissed.
The living room had been stuffed chock full of Valentine’s Day gifts from hell—literally.
Tender bits still throbbing with delicious little aches, and sore spots from where Jas had loved on her so damn thoroughly, she was almost embarrassed as she snorted ungracefully at his dildo joke all over him.
She’d never done that before—not snorted—that, unfortunately, she’d done frequently. It was a sinus thing, and no she could not help it, fuck you very much.
Carolina had never had multi-orgasmic sex in a mountain cabin with a man who could change into a Wyvern. That was definitely a first.
Sigh.
She’d given him her body without thought to her own self-preservation, rushing in headfirst and doing every wonderfully naughty thing she wanted to since she’d first seen his gorgeous ass.
Yes, it really was gorgeous. Every inch of him was. And she was a sculptor, she knew the human form. Had studied it extensively, and Jasper Wessex was unlike anyone else on the planet. He was a veritable heavenly body. The kind that inspired poets-—and artists.
She’d already decided to sculpt him in his Wyvern form, but she would do a study of his human one as well. Even if only from memory. Fuck, leaving was going to hurt like hell, wasn’t it? There was no hope for it, she was already half in love with the man.
Carolina swallowed hard as she admitted that little secret to herself. He was cataloguing the stuff in the living room, perfect ass covered now by a pair of dangerously low hanging jeans.
His damp hair was brushed back carelessly with his fingers, and he was wearing a tight cotton t-shirt that showed every muscled line of him. If she stared any longer, she was going to burn a hole through the fabric.
Gulp
She’d also changed into leggings and an oversized shirt, with big fluffy socks on her feet. His abs flexed as he bent over, and she damn near swooned as his biceps and triceps bulged when he hoisted the heavy pedestal and placed it in the corner.
Yep. No doubt about it. Carolina was going to leave here heartbroken over her sexy as hell bodyguard. No one to blame but herself, she’d known it could only ever be a fling. Why would a guy like that want her for keeps? It was ludicrous. She could not even hold Joffrey, and that man was a worm.
Shaking her head to clear those nasty thoughts, Carolina went back to the task at hand. Jasper had insisted on bagging the flowers, chocolates, and other presents the Demon had left for her while she’d photographed the scroll, and sent it to Kim, her archeologist friend so she might better interpret the little love note Medjed had left for her.
“So,” Jasper began, his husky voice sent little zips of excitement down her spine and to other parts of her. “Did your friend get back to you about what the hieroglyphs meant?”
“Uh, let me check,” Carolina tucked her feet underneath her legs and checked her messages.
She cleared her throat and opened the email from Kim, snorting at her friend’s raunchy humor. She looked at Jasper, then at the screen, trying to ignore his furrowing eyebrows. He looked adorable when he scrunched his face up like that. The man was just ridiculously handsome.
“Let me see,” he stepped closer to her, and read the missive over her shoulder.
Dear Caro,
Looks like you’re definitely being stalked by the ancient sex god or Demon. Seriously, from what I found about Medjed, he is packing in all the right places. Maybe you should just give in? (Insert dildo emoji here!)
Anyway, your admirer seems to really be digging your ‘milky breasts’ and ‘swan-like neck’, and he would like to ‘fill your womb with his seed so that you may bear many sons’ to share in the wealth of his admiration for you.
Then he gets a little dark with wanting to cover the world in his name and have you beside him to reign over the filth—which I assume he means us, you know, humans.
Anyway, aside from that, he seems kinda hot. Look, I don’t know where you picked this guy up, but when you’re done with him, give him my number! I have milky breasts too, even if yours are bigger.
XO,
Kim
The rumbly sound of Jasper’s growl sent Carolina’s insides to shivering, only not with fear. More like lust. Hell, the man was melting her ovaries with that sexy sound. She stole a glance, and yikes, Jasper looked pissed as hell.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Mine,” he growled, and vaulted over the couch till he was hovering over her, caging her in.
He’d moved so fast she almost tipped over, not that he would have let that happen. Mr. Angry-Pants was gentle and careful with her, and she trusted him implicitly. His rough hands took hold of her face and his golden eyes glowed as he settled himself in the cradle of her body—and fuck, did that make her wet and willing!
Jasper sealed his mouth over hers in a kiss that was both dominating and a major turn on. She’d never gone in for the whole macho man type guy, but maybe she’d been wrong about that.
Jasper Wessex knew every button to push when it came to getting her hot and ready. When the kiss ended, they were both a little breathless, and she was trembling.
Sexy gorgeous man.
“Uh, is there anything to eat?” she asked, just to stop herself from begging him to fuck her again. A girl had her pride.
Will it keep you warm at night?
Neither will he when he leaves.
While she was waging this silent battle inside her head, Jasper stood up with her still wrapped in his arms.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he murmured, kissing her slowly once more. “You must be starving. Come on, I’ll make us something,” he said, and was hustling her out to the kitchen before she could even think of a response.
Carolina watched in surprise as he moved about the kitchen. She already knew he could cook, but it was the way he acted with as much confidence as he seemed to handle every aspect of his life that had her staring.
That and the fact he hadn’t made fun of her for being hungry. Her ex had always had a comment when she’d said things like she was hungry or starving. His favorite thing to say was that she could not eat for a week, and he would still not believe she could starve with that body of hers.
Asshole.
But not Jasper. He seemed to want her—chub and all. He winked while he pulled out ingredients and her hunger grew. If she’d been worried she’d fall in love with him because of his kisses, she’d been wrong.
His kisses were amazing, but it was that wicked, sexy smile of his, the one that reached his gorgeous eyes, that sent her heart to pounding. Also, the fact he didn’t seem to mind cooking and cleaning was a huge bonus.
“How do you like your meat?” he asked, and seasoned two thick steaks with coarsely ground salt and pepper.
“Uh, medium rare,” she said, forcing her brain out of the gutter.
“Perfect,” he said.
Next, he made a beautiful salad with thinly sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. He drizzled olive oil and topped it with chopped basil and salt and pepper.
She was drooling by the time he placed her dish in front of her. And not just for the food.
“This looks fabulous,” she smiled.
“Well, I’m no poet and I don’t know shit about flowers, but I can cook,” he said.
Jasper ducked his head, and she realized he really was jealous of all that stuff Medjed had written about her. Holy cow. Could this beautiful man really care about her?
“I guess it’s a good thing I’m more into food than poetry,” she returned.
He rumbled happily, and she blushed as she cut into the perfectly cooked meat. Tender, pink, hot. Just the way she liked it.
Gulp.
Great. Carolina couldn’t stop thinking pervy thoughts. As if he could read her mind, one corner of Jasper’s mouth tilted up in a flirtatious little semi-grin that remained in place while they ate.
“I always envied people who could cook,” she said, trying to keep the dinner conversation light.
“The things you can do with those hands are far more remarkable than cooking a steak,” he replied.
Images of Jasper on the couch with her between his knees, licking, sucking, and squeezing his massive dick with her hands and mouth, filtered through her brain, and she almost fell off the seat.
“Whoa,” he said, catching her elbow. “I meant your art, baby. But yeah, those hands are really talented at other stuff too. If you want to talk about that, just let me know,” he said, kissing her fingertips before letting her hand go.
“No,” she said too quickly. “Uh, I can talk about, uh, sculpting and stuff.”
She was a rambling idiot. Imagine being shy after the things they’d done together, but there she was, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
Of course, once she thought about that, she imagined his mouth on her, and any hope she had at being able to get the mouthful of beef she was chewing down her throat went out the window. It took a minute, but finally, she swallowed.
“Have any siblings?” he asked.
“No, it was just me and my parents. I was sort of a late gift. They were almost fifty when they had me.” She smiled fondly at the memory of being an only child, “Of course, they didn’t know what to do with me. I was coloring on walls and playing in mud, and they were both very straitlaced scientists. I miss them. They passed about a year ago, Mom after Dad. Like she could not bear to be here without him.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I miss my Mom too. But it must have been fun for them, to have someone as bright and artistic as you in their lives,” he said, and she felt herself go warm.
“I don’t know, I always kind of felt like I must’ve been a disappointment,” she shrugged.
Jasper took her hand and waited until her eyes met his. Would she ever grow tired of that intense golden stare of his?
She highly doubted it. His eyes were like two pools full of warm honey, luminous and hypnotizing.
“I know they loved you and would be proud of you today.”
“Oh, no. I mean, I know they loved me, but I’m really not someone who inspires pride⁠—”
“You are the most amazing woman I have ever met, Carolina Moore. If anyone in your life can’t see you for the gift you are, then I say to hell with them.”
“Oh,” she said, drowning in his gaze.
His head dipped forward, and her stomach clenched in anticipation. Was she really going down this path again? It was such sinfully sweet heaven to be with Jasper, but to what end? She questioned herself, even as her heart threatened to beat her to death.
Wait—was that her heart or the front door?
The question was answered when the single slab of hand-carved oak that graced Jennifer’s front door burst into a million pieces. Splintered wood shot across the room, and Jasper covered her with his own body. She hardly had time to think, never mind react.
“Get under the table!” Jasper snarled, careful when he shoved her beneath the kitchen table and jumped up to meet the assault head on.
Better watch out, better not cry, she thought hysterically.