Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 35: Chapter 35

Her sweet cries of ecstasy had him damn near coming and her falling to the floor, but he held them both upright and in check. Seeing to her every need until he was able to slide up her loose limbed body.
Larimar took his cock in his hand and placed himself right between those sumptuous thighs of hers, waiting until she looked at him with the heavy-lidded stare of a satisfied woman. His dick throbbed with the need to sink into her wet heat, but he wouldn’t move unless she gave him the okay.
“Come here,” she said, lifting her arms around his neck, pressing every inch of her delightfully curvy frame to his muscular one.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” she whispered, smirking as he allowed her to drag him down and mashed her lips to his.
Sexy seductress. Terrifying woman. So hot.
She had him, body, heart, and soul, whether she realized it or not. Larimar groaned as she sucked on his tongue, no doubt tasting her own essence as she locked her legs around his waist. That was all the assent he needed.
His dick at her entrance, he had only to flex his hips, which he did, and he was there, pushing past her slick entrance to the tight heat inside. Groaning in unison as he buried himself to the hilt. She was so damn tight, it was almost too much, but Larimar swallowed her surprised gasp and waited for her to become accustomed to his girthy length before he moved.
Larimar was big everywhere. Big and tall, he was covered in ropes of thick, sinewy muscle and bronzed skin. Every single inch was solid and larger than the average human and Shifter.
To think Wyverns got teased for being smaller than the typical Dragon in Shifter form. Fucking doubters. He and his brothers were not like the rest.
In his Wyvern form, he was lethal and fast, and in his human form he possessed more strength than even a Kodiak Shifter. Big all over, he was careful not to hurt his tiny mate.
He wasn’t bragging, but even a certain Egyptian Demon whose personal hieroglyph resembled a dildo with eyes and feet had absolutely nothing on him in the package department.
Except for the cool hieroglyph. Medjed had cornered the market on that. Maybe Larimar could get one of his own. He would ask his archeologist mate about it—after he finished claiming her.
Speaking of claiming, Kimberley dug her heels into his ass, urging him to move, and he didn’t disappoint. How could he? Not when her soft skin beckoned him to satiate every naughty little urge and inkling right then and there.
Swivel, rotate, withdraw, plunder.
Over and over again he rocked his hips into his sweet mate’s welcoming body, loving the way she readily accepted him. He could only hope she would receive his claim as easily as she did his body.
He growled in time with his movements. The scent of her arousal wrapped around him, urging his beast on. Exploring her neck with his lips and teeth, and lower to her wonderful breasts, Larimar licked and kissed, and okay, he nibbled every place he could reach. All the while, he continued thrusting and rocking, moving inside of her.
The sweet symphony of their lovemaking gave way to raucous panting and slapping of sweaty skin against skin. All the sweeter to Larimar’s sensitive hearing.
Everything about her was phenomenal. His Kimberley moaned and mewled, clinging to him like a vine. She writhed her succulent body beneath his like some sort of contortionist, and fuck, if she didn’t make his eyes cross. Being inside her was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever felt.
But he wouldn’t allow himself to fall into oblivion. Not yet. Not until he felt her pretty pink pussy ripple and squeeze his shaft with her own completion. Only then would he seek satisfaction.
“Oh, there, there, there,” she ground out and squeezed her thighs tightly around his hips.
Larimar’s heart soared as he moved, striving to give her what she sought. His beast pushed him. Aggression and possession, two things his Wyvern understood quite well. He wanted this woman. She was his fated mate. His one and only.
Terrifying, glorious, addictive woman.
Kimberley fit him perfectly, like a glove. He was never, ever going to belong to any other. And he would dedicate himself to providing her with happiness, security, and love for the rest of their lives.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The mantra repeated in his brain. His fangs loosened, claws extended, he would claim her now. Take her as his mate. Keep her safe, cherished forever.
“Kimberley,” he growled her name. “Who do you belong to?”
“Please, don’t stop,” she moaned as he slowed his pace.
“Tell me, who do you belong to?”
“You. You!” she swore.
“Mine,” he growled, pressing deep and hard, snagging the soft flesh of her neck between his teeth and sucking on it, but not claiming her fully.
Not just yet. Not till they talked.
The heavy friction of his pubis grinding into her needy little nub soon sent her flying over the edge. Only then did Larimar let go. Following her into oblivion as white hot lights blinded him for a moment and pure, unadulterated ecstasy filled his veins.
His Wyvern pushed his way forward in that blinding moment. The beast was of one mind. Larimar was still deep in that moment of pure elation, and with his guard down, he did the one thing he hadn’t meant to do—he bit her.
“Ow—ooooooh,” she screamed.
Scoring her flesh with his teeth brought forth a stronger, more intense orgasm bursting through him, and from the way she moaned, and her entire body tightened, he knew she felt it too.
Cum spewed from his cock, coating her womb and filling her with his scent—his very essence. Larimar swallowed down her blood and licked her wound closed, sealing the bond that would tie them for life.
Satisfaction flowed through him, and he held her through every pulse and aftershock. The pleasure was unending. It went on and on for what seemed like eternity.
He would’ve happily stayed there, wrapped around her supple body and buried to the hilt with her clinging to him, but he had to explain what he’d done. Larimar waited until they were both breathing normally. But when he tried for words, he had none.
Shit.
The enormity of his actions sat heavily on his shoulders. He had to tell her. Explain what his bite meant.
“Kim,” he said her name and eased up off her, but his sweet mate held him close and buried her head further into his chest.
Looking down, he realized she’d fallen asleep, and his heart swelled with pride. She was so trusting and sweet, so very tempting with her wide, pouty lips relaxed in her slumber.
What else could he do but join her?
Larimar eased out of her heated sheath and lifted her from the couch. He carried her to the single bedroom, where she’d placed her things and tucked her in before sending a message to the beasts in the area to guard the tiny cabin during the night and to alert him of any presence that did not belong.
Then he crawled in beside her. The universe had blessed him with the gift of a mate, and he would do his best not to fuck it up. Protective instincts welled up inside of him as he thought of her situation and the rat bastards who had dared try to harm her.
He would end them all. No one would hurt his mate. A promise he’d already made to himself. He watched her for a while. Her face was relaxed, skin glowing in the darkness of the room. She really was a beauty.
I am a lucky, lucky bastard.
In her sleep, his sweet Kimberley curled her luscious body into his. Lust and desire hit him again, and he was shocked and thrilled by it. He wanted her more with each minute.
Was this how Jasper felt about Caro? Judging from the amount of time they spent in their bedroom, he supposed he already knew the answer to that question.
His father had taught him and his brothers what it meant to be a Shifter, despite his being a human. Former army general, Arthur Wessex was an educated man and a good father, but his version of mating fever was exceedingly bland compared to how Larimar actually felt at the moment.
Yes, there was an intensely strong desire to actually have sex with his mate, but it was so much more than that. She exhaled, and he tucked her in close to his big body. When he’d first seen her, he worried he would crush her tiny little frame.
But she was stronger than she looked, and in bed, she was more than he could have ever dreamed. Imagine her thinking she was not a good lover. Larimar stilled.
Where had that thought even come from? He searched his brain and gasped at the realization it had come from her. Right before he’d kissed her senseless.
He'd always been able to telepathically communicate with beasts and creatures, but he’d never done so with a human.
Could it be?
In his heart, he knew the answer. She truly was his soulmate. Their telepathic link would grow, he was almost positive. Possessive instincts filled him, nearly blinding Larimar with their strength.
He wanted to claim every inch of her, to stamp himself on her flesh, but not just there. He wanted her mind, her soul, and most of all, her heart. Not to own them—that was not what he meant by possession.
He coveted her. Wanted to cherish, to protect, to love her with everything he had inside him. That was his idea of possession. Not so much to own as to be owned.
She has me. Fuck, yes, does she have me. The fealty of a beast.
He swallowed loud and his eyes blinked open. For a moment, he struggled to breathe. It was like once he’d admitted the feeling, whatever door it had been closed behind burst to bits.
I love her.
Fast? Yes. But it was inevitable. Simple even. Larimar reached out a hand and cradled his mate’s sleeping face in his hands, he dropped a soft kiss on her lips. He grinned when she nuzzled him with her nose and snuggled closer to him, looking for warmth and maybe protection.
Love for her overwhelmed him, blocking out every other feeling. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her into him.
Yes, he loved her. So much more than he could’ve ever imagined. Their matebond pulsed around him, and he reveled in the feeling.
It was still thin. A softly glowing, ethereal string that would thicken over time and grow along with his love and her acceptance. Who knows? Maybe over time she would grow to love him too.
For now, the question was, would she accept him? He pushed the nagging thought from his brain and allowed himself to simply hold her. He’d figure the rest out later. For now, he was going to protect her, and show her what it meant to be loved by him.