Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

She’s kissing me. Holy fuck. She is kissing me.
Larimar’s head, along with his cock, nearly exploded the moment her unbelievably soft, wide mouth crashed into his. He had no idea what had been going on inside her amazing mind, but one minute they were chatting, flirting even, and the next she seemed to have had some kind of epiphany.
Unable to help himself, he’d gone to her, wanting to fix whatever made her go quiet. The look on her sweet face had been positively heartbreaking. Her jade eyes had swelled with tears, and one had run over and down her cheek.
That was when he touched her. The beast within needing to console the female he already considered his, and it was everything he could have ever dreamed it would be.
Petal soft skin, tanned from her recent trip to Egypt, greeted his fingertips and he relished the contact. His Wyvern pressed him for more, but he waited until her eyes saw him once again.
He thought he witnessed a flash of relief once she’d recognized him, but then it turned into something else. Something he hadn’t dared hope for. Desire flashed between them, and the sweet, succulent scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.
Her fragrance was sublime, like sunshine and sugared almonds with a dash of cinnamon. Sweet and heady, hot, and delicious, as he soon found out when she opened her lips and let him in.
Mate, his beast whispered in his head.
Larimar readily agreed with the winged version of himself as he wrapped his arms around Kimberley’s lush form.
“Mmm,” she moaned, kissing him deeply.
Fuck, she was incredible. He barely held on to his reserve when she dove off her chair, slamming her luscious body into his. Larimar was ready for her, though. Always would be.
My perfect mate.
He groaned into her mouth as he relished the feel of her supple body and stood up with her in his arms. It was too soon. Too much too fast for a normal. He should slow this down.
“Kim,” he murmured, trying to stem the tide of desire.
“Shhh,” she replied, and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her hot core against him.
Whatever small amount of control he’d held onto disappeared in that moment. His mate was in his arms, kissing him for all she was worth—which was a fucking king’s ransom, in his opinion.
His cock swelled even more, making him hate the fabric that separated them. She was rough and a little demanding as she grabbed his shirt and tugged.
Sexiest woman ever. Lucky, lucky me.
Panting and tangling her tongue with his, Kimberley was all sweet temptation and sultry moans. Larimar managed to remove his shirt and hers by the time they tumbled onto the sofa.
“I never do things like this,” she said as she straddled him in only her white bra and panties.
“Me either,” he growled and leaned forward, nipping her chin and shoulder, pressing her breasts to his chest.
“Yeah right,” she snorted, tilting her head to give him better access to the sweet spot beneath her ear.
“I mean it, Kim. But you’re too damn beautiful to resist,” he growled.
Larimar ran his hands up and down her succulent form, groaning as he reached her peach of an ass. He gripped her hips next, grinding her still-covered sex against his hardened length—proof of how much he wanted her.
“You don’t have to do that. I mean, I’m yours if you want me tonight, Larimar, but you don’t have to call me beautiful,” she whispered, running her hands over his abs and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
“Hey,” he said and tugged her head gently, so she was looking at him. “I never say things I don’t mean, Kim. You are beautiful. Really fucking beautiful, and I’m about the luckiest bastard in the world to get to see you like this, so confident and gorgeous.”
“I am neither of those things,” she replied and snorted.
“Fuck yes, you are. Kiss me again, Kim, and I’ll prove it. Kiss me, now.”
“Okay,” she murmured, dipping her head to his.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he told her, his Wyvern growling hard.
Then he took her lips in a deliberately slow kiss. The beast inside demanded he show her how beautiful she was and his human half was so on board with that. Her spicy cinnamon scent drove him wild, and he sipped from her lips like she was fine wine, and he was dying of thirst.
Larimar was too greedy a motherfucker to go slow for very long. The second she melted into him, he plundered her mouth, ravaging it with his tongue, leaving no inch of her unexplored.
She revved him up to heights unseen, and he was wild with need within minutes. He wanted her so badly. Needed her.
“I want you,” he growled.
“You do?” she whispered the question, moaning and pressing her damp panties against him.
So fucking hot.
“Yes, I do. It’s important you believe me. Shifters don’t usually tell lies because we can sense it,” he explained. “Believe me when I tell you I want you.”
“But why? Why would someone like you want someone like me?” she asked, her creamy eyes filled with emotion.
“I’ve wanted you since Jennifer gave me your picture and told me I was assigned to you. Do you believe in fate, Kim?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, believe in this then. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Let me have you. Let me make you feel good.”
“Okay,” she replied. “Make me feel good.”
“Anything you want, baby,” Larimar growled and switched their positions so she was on the couch, and he was kneeling on the floor between her splayed legs.
Heaven.
Even if he’d never been there before, he certainly was there now. Heaven existed between Kimberley Scott’s legs, and Larimar was so fucking close to dying right there. La petit morte, as the French called it, was within his grasp and Larimar could not fucking wait to lose himself in the bliss of making love to his mate.
Miles of smooth, clear skin covered her bountiful curves, waiting on him to explore every inch, and he intended too. Larimar ran his hands down her body from the place on her neck where he would mark her, to the slender ankles he found so fucking adorable.
He undressed her as he went, smoothing away her panties and bra, dick hardening even more with every bit of flesh revealed. He laved kisses and nibbles down her neck, between her full, dusky-tipped breasts, and onto her soft belly. He would save those berries for further study later.
Then on he went, running his hands down her long torso, bypassing the sweet flare of her gorgeous hips, again later, he promised, until finally, he brushed his hands over his ultimate prize. Close-cropped curls covered her mound, and Larimar growled louder. Her sweet, seductive musk was mouth-watering as he slid his fingers between her slick folds.
“Mmm,” Kimberley moaned.
He flicked his gaze and took her in, head back, lips open, fuck, she was so beautiful like that. Resplendent in her passion, and he repeated the gesture, teasing her slick folds over and over, circling her heated entrance.
Larimar leaned forward, unable to resist as he placed biting kisses on the inside of her thighs, petting her pretty pussy the entire time. Slowly, then with more pressure, he slid one finger inside her channel, loving every whimper and gasp he drew from her.
Watching her squirm and wiggle was doing crazy things to him, and he paused a minute to compose himself.
“Please,” she whimpered, flexing her hips in an attempt to make him move.
“Slowly, baby,” he murmured.
Larimar was in control now. He grinned and leaned forward, taking in all her naked glory in one long sweep of his gaze. He spread her knees apart with his shoulders, making room as he stroked his finger in and out of her, ever so slowly.
Mine, growled his Wyvern.
Kim whimpered, her eyes closing as she lost herself to his touch. Good. That was very good. Larimar watched as he fucked her on his hand, loving every second. She was so beautiful. Her pink perfection glistened with desire, and he’d never seen anything more perfect. Kimberley writhed, searching for something, and tried to shy away from his stare, but he was immovable.
No secrets here.