Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” he growled the question.
“Larimar,” she moaned. “A woman’s vagina is not beautiful,” she told him, eyes burning pink as she met his gaze.
“What did I tell you about Shifters and lying? I will never lie to you. Every inch of you is delectable,” he told her, slowing his pace.
“Please,” she whimpered and flexed her hips.
“Please what?” he teased.
“Do something,” she moaned.
“I am doing something. I am looking at your pretty pink pussy. Do you know how bad I want it? Have you any idea how good it’s going to feel when my tongue is tasting you? Or when I take my thick cock and press it deep inside you?”
“Oh god! Please, yes, do it. Now,” she commanded.
“I will, baby, I swear I’ll give it all to you. Just need you to say it.”
“Tell me what to say.”
Fuck, his little mate was so needy, so ready for him. The sugary cinnamon scent of her arousal gripped him, and he was damn near out of his mind with need.
“Tell me how beautiful you are, baby, and I’ll give you what you need,” he commanded.
“Fine, I’m pretty,” she said.
“Ah ah. Not pretty. Beautiful,” Larimar growled.
He tapped her on her swollen clit once with two thick fingers, loving her gasp and the uncontrollable flex of her hips.
“Oh fuck, more, please,” she begged.
“Not until you tell me what I want to hear,” he rumbled.
Larimar dipped his head and blew his hot breath over her sensitive folds. Kimberley writhed, tempting him closer, but he knew what he wanted. And he could be a patient Wyvern.
Even if his beast was snarling at him to fill her channel with his cock. To mate her and bind her to him forevermore. But first, he wanted her to see how he saw her.
“Fuck Kim, you are so fucking wet. So ready for me. Aren’t you, baby?”
Larimar’s words were laced with grunts and growls, he was barely understandable to himself. He ran his index finger along her outer lips, teasing the close cropped curls so wet with her need. Taking himself in his other hand, he gave his dick a squeeze, just to stop the inevitable eruption from happening too damn soon.
“I am so ready, Larimar, please,” she begged.
“Tell me.”
Lust-glazed jade eyes met his, and he could tell he’d sparked her ire. Fuck, she was beautiful even when pissed. Her pants were loud in the room, but so was his growling. All of it another facet of their physical coming together. He could not fucking wait.
“I’m beautiful,” she said, and this time he could tell she was considering it.
“Again, baby.”
“I am. I am beautiful,” she opened her eyes and met his stare, widening her legs as she did so. “I am fucking gorgeous, and my pussy is pretty, so fucking pretty.”
“Beautiful,” he growled, loving her so fucking much already.
Larimar felt the truth of his statement down to his bones. She was so right. Kimberley was fucking gorgeous, all wanton and spread out on the sofa like some willing sacrifice.
Mine, his Wyvern hissed.
This sensual little game had him harder than steel. His balls tightened, and he squeezed the flesh of her thighs while he lowered his head, positioning his face where his fingers had been a moment ago. His wide shoulders were a tight fit, but he managed.
“Oh thank fuck,” she moaned, snapping at him when he hesitated. “I told you, my pussy is fucking beautiful. So, what are you gonna do about it?”
“Yes, you did, baby,” he growled, blowing another hot breath against her glistening lips. “But you forgot to add the rest.”
“What rest?”
“You told me your pussy is beautiful, but you forgot to say who it belongs to.”
Larimar was a possessive fucker, and whatever ideas she had about this being a onetime thing needed to be squashed. He didn’t intend to let her go. Once he tasted her, it wouldn’t be possible.
“Who it belongs to?” she repeated the question.
“Me. You belong to me. This right here is mine, Kim,” he growled, noting the flare of heat in her jade eyes.
Larimar held her gaze, waiting till she nodded. Then, finally, he lowered his head and gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on her weeping slit.
“Oh god!” she moaned, and it was like music to his ears.
Reining in his beast was no longer an option. The second he had his mouth on her sweet pussy, he was lost to his animal. Larimar dove right in, his tongue tasting and swallowing down every drop of her sweet nectar.
Claim. Mate. Mine.
His ears rang with her loud shout as he dipped his tongue into her channel and pulled it out again, fucking her with the appendage until she squirmed and bucked against him. He pressed her thighs wide, surprised at the strength in her gorgeous legs as she squeezed them around his shoulders.
Sexy, sexy mate.
Sugar, spice, and everything so very fucking nice danced along his tastebuds. She was all cinnamon hotness and womanly flavors filling his senses and taking over his body. He moved on instinct, bringing her to the peak, then slowing it down, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. His Wyvern growled, the beast intently focused on her pleasure.
“Larimar,” she said and grabbed at his head with her hands.
Pushing, pulling, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to stop until he’d wrung out every drop of pleasure from her succulent body.
“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. Gonna make you come on my tongue. Then you’re gonna come on my cock,” he told her, loving her immediate agreement.
“Yes, please,” she begged, and who was he to refuse?
He lifted her legs, placing her warm, thick thighs up and over his wide shoulders. He swiped his tongue from her sweet little asshole to her swollen, needy clit in one long, luscious lick. Then he did it again, and again, swallowing down every juicy drop of her pleasure—and it was all about her pleasure.
His Wyvern pushed him to bite her, mark her, claim her as his, but he wasn’t going to do that yet. His sweet mate had her whole life turned ass over teakettle and he wanted her to have a little pleasure to take her mind off it.
Later.
He would get to the heavy stuff later. Right now, he wanted her to scream his name and come harder than she ever had before.
“Mine,” he growled between her wet pussy lips as he licked and sucked, alternating between flicking his long tongue against her clit and pressing it deep inside her tight channel.
Larimar couldn’t get enough of her taste. She was pure heat and bliss. Captivating, enticing, and entirely addictive. Better than anything he’d ever experienced, and he wanted all of her more and more with each passing second.
He was insatiable. He wanted all of her reactions, every gasp, pant, and groan, the wild scratching of her short fingernails along his shoulders and neck, every urgent whisper and sigh. They were music to his ears, and every single one of them belonged to him alone.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
His Wyvern repeated the litany as he devoured his sexy little mate until she screamed with pleasure.
“Oh god, yes, please don’t stop,” Kimberley uttered the deep and throaty phrase a second before her entire body went taut.
Her ecstasy exploded through her, rocketing into him, and Larimar doubled his efforts. He was a Shifter, a beast of a man, and he knew body language.
His mate was there, and he was as close to bliss as he’d ever been. But he wanted more for her, and using the wide, flat side of his tongue, he lapped at her through her first spiral, thrusting two thick digits into her tight channel.
“One more, baby,” he grunted as he fucked her on his hand and licked her to oblivion.
“Ohmygod!” she shouted in a rush as she went over again—fuck, did she go.
Kimberley moaned loudly and pulled his hair tight, pressing his face closer to her core. She bucked her hips, rocking her sweet pussy back and forth on his mouth until she fell to pieces with his name on her lips.
“Larimar. Larimar. LARIMAR.”