Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

As Jasper flew with his mate in his claws to their home, he communicated with his brothers, warning them all to flee the area.
His Wyvern was in full protection mode, the beast carrying something precious. Something his.
He felt Conny’s questioning concern, but it was times like these it paid to be the Alpha. He snarled the command and felt satisfaction when they obeyed.
Jasper did not want to waste another thought on them or anyone else. Only Carolina mattered.
Jasper led his mate to the section of rooms that were his quarters in the mansion where he had grown up. The walls were thick and reinforced with noise cancelling insulation—something his parents had added about thirty years ago, when he’d been going through his heavy metal stage.
Good thing too. He had no time to do anything about the noise they were going to make. His brothers were not home, and his father’s rooms were all the way at the opposite end of the estate.
Fifteen thousand square feet lay between them. Hopefully, it would be far enough.
Sadness touched his heart for one moment before it slipped away. He would introduce his father to his mate after he’d claimed her. Carolina’s hand squeezed his, and he turned to her, taking in her sexy, wind tousled hair and pink cheeks. She was as lovely as ever as he guided her to his bed.
Proudly, she took off her clothes until she was as naked as he. He could hardly stop the trembling of his limbs and thundering of his heart.
“Touch me, Jasper,” she commanded, and he went to her.
He’d do anything and everything for her. Hell, he planned on doing most of them tonight. Of course, the moment he touched her naked skin, all rational thought left his mind. She was mesmerizing, her heavy breasts swayed in front of him as she hovered over his prone form.
Yes, he would let her have her fill first. He tugged on her arms, then her waist, and finally hooked her beneath her knees until she was straddling his face. Her hands against the wall, Carolina moaned as Jasper reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking the nipples while he feasted on her honey.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, rocking her hips in time with his tongue, within minutes she was exploding with pleasure.
He was ravenous. Giving her no time to recover, Jasper flipped their positions. He mashed his mouth to hers and she brought her legs up to cradle his large body between her thick, soft thighs. She was the perfect foil for his hardness, and he couldn’t wait to have her on his tongue again. But first, this. He pushed the tip of his steel-hard cock into her wet heat, and together they moaned at his sweet invasion.
“Mine,” he growled, thrusting into her.
“Yours,” she replied.
“I’m gonna bring you pleasure first, then I will bite you here and make you mine. Bind us together,” he explained, his voice rough with his Wyvern.
Her sheath stretched, welcoming him. He was long and girthy, and he fucking loved how she squeezed him tightly.
Fuck, she was amazing. Lips, tongue, teeth, and nails, she loved him, marking him the only way she could, and he loved it. The beast inside reveled in it.
He moved faster now, harder. Every inch of him had been created to give exquisite, inexplicable pleasure—the likes of which he’d never shared with anyone else—to her and only her.
Caro moaned his name. Her hips met his as she ground her body against him, racing to find the sweet release only he could give her. Her hands fisted the sheets, and she laid her feet flat on the mattress, bucking against him with all her strength. Jasper took her mouth, thrusting his tongue into the hot, wet cavern in time with his flexing hips. He felt her roll her own in response, and her walls tightened. Her pussy quivered around him, pleasure spiked in his veins as she came.
“Jasper!” she cried out.
He bit down on her neck, sipped from her life’s force, sealing their bond, and claiming her as his own.
He threw his head back and loosed his Wyvern’s cry. As he filled her with his seed, he felt their matebond pulse around them. A living thing, the silvery gold thread pulsed, glowed, and wrapped around them, holding them together, making them one.
“Mate.” Jasper tried to catch his breath and pressed his forehead to hers. Carolina whimpered and held him tightly before her whole body stiffened.
“What is wrong?”
“Ouch! Fuck, ow!” she yelled, and he moved off of her body, following her as she scrambled off the bed, and headed to his mirror.
“What is it, baby? Did I hurt you?”
“Look!” she exclaimed, and tilted her head to the side.
There on her neck was no longer a bite mark like he’d seen on other Shifter mates. In its place was a yellowish symbol, a tattoo of sorts. It looked like a Wyvern, he thought, and a smile bloomed across his face.
“It’s me,” he told her, approvingly.
“Like a brand? Like I’m cattle!” Caro said, staring at the tiny Wyvern.
She ran a hand over it, and he felt her touch as if it were on his skin.
“It connects us,” she said, and she gasped.
He nodded at her in the mirror with glowing golden eyes. She was so fucking beautiful. Her curvy body was glowing after their lovemaking, and already, he was hard again, and desperate to have her.
“Yes, my love. DO you really mind it?” he asked, and she turned and wrapped her arms around him.
“No. I love it. I’ve never felt like this, Jasper. Is it really real?”
“Yes. This is real. I love you, my mate, always,” he told her and kissed her head.
“I love you too,” she replied. “Best Christmas gift ever!”
“What?” He laughed the question.
“I mean, when I was a kid, most of my friends wanted ponies and stuff, but me, I wanted a Dragon, er—I mean a Wyvern, I just didn’t understand the difference. Anyway, now I got one!”
“I love you so much,” he said, nipping her lip.
“I think being loved and loving you is going to be awesome.”
And it was. Carolina and Jasper spent the whole night loving each other. They never stopped, even when they heard something land on the roof and the sounds of someone laughing in the distance.