Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Can I really belong to him?
What does it all mean?
Kim’s thoughts filtered into his brain as Larimar tried to catch his breath against her cinnamon scented hair.
“Yes, you can. And it will be just like this,” he grunted trying to catch his breath.
"Reading my mind?”
“Yeah, that, and this. This is exactly what it will be like from now on, baby,” he whispered into her ear.
He held her as she shivered and tiny little orgasmic aftershocks raced through her and straight to his cock. He was still out of breath and feeling so damn good he never wanted to move. Then she hit him.
The whack to his shoulder was startling, but not as much as when she jumped up, jostling him off her sweet, warm body. What the heck? She met his wide eyed stared even as her chest heaved with her own struggle to breathe correctly.
“You called me mate. I know what that means. You claimed me!”
“I don’t understand what you’re upset about. I told you, you’re mine,” he said, and yes, idiot that he was, he scratched his head.
“But you can’t mate me! I’m not, I mean, I’m not. I don’t⁠—”
“What? Kim?”
Larimar swallowed the pain that squeezed his chest when she held her hand out for him to stop.
“I, uh, I need to think.”
His mate turned around, giving him a sneak peek of the top of her generous backside as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her body with the bulky covers that had been tossed to the floor while she tried to walk away at the same time.
Hell no.
He was not having any of that. Larimar grabbed the tail of the sheet and tugged it. She might need a moment away from him to think, but he never wanted her to be shy or embarrassed in front of him.
She clutched the end and whirled around. Her lovely face a shade of pink he’d never seen before as she glared at him with sparkling green eyes that spat angrily at him. Damn, she was gorgeous when she was mad.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Baby, I have kissed, licked, and fucked every inch of your body. I have given you my mate mark. You never need to hide yourself from my eyes⁠—”
“Maybe I was cold!” she yelled.
“You’re not cold. But even if you were, I could warm you up better than any sheet.”
“Ooh, you conceited oaf,” she grunted, and almost tripped as he reeled her in with the blasted white cloth.
“Not conceited. Wyvern Shifter. I run hot,” he growled.
Once she was within grabbing distance, Larimar pulled her sweet body into his and plastered his mouth to hers. Cinnamon, sugary goodness exploded on his tongue. He never had much of a sweet tooth, but he sure did now.
If it wasn’t for the sweet submission of her mouth opening for him and her tongue wrapping around his, he’d have thought she was immune. She held herself rigid in his embrace, but he’d warm her up sooner or later. His mate was a wildcat.
Feisty and sexy as sin. Perfect for him. Now, he just had to get her to forgive him for mating her without explaining in detail just what it entailed. Good thing she was wild about his body, now he just had to tempt her heart.
Of course, the sharp punch to his shoulder didn’t bode well for him. Oh well, nothing worth it was ever won easily, he figured. At least, that’s what is father always said.
“That’s for biting me without asking,” she said, and since he wasn’t an idiot, he kept his mouth shut. Larimar just sat and waited.
In his experience—or as it was explained by Jasper the last time Caro had kicked his ass out of their room to sleep on the sofa—there was simply nothing a man could say when his female was pissed.
Lucky for Jas, Carolina was a forgiving woman and he never spent more than an hour on the couch before she called him back to her.
Would Larimar’s mate be as forgiving?
“You lied.”
“I didn’t lie, Kim.”
“Fine. But you didn’t ask me, either.”
He grunted. He did take without asking. Sort of. Actually, he did ask her who she belonged to—and that counted, right? But he wasn’t going to argue the fact.
“Hey, pay attention, you big dope,” she growled, and he refocused on her.
Damn, she was cute when she was mad. Her eyes sparkled like jade fire and her cheeks were all pink. That reminded him of her other secret, pink places. The ones he’d loved so well on her kickass body and wanted to again.
Then she startled him by jumping on his lap. Straddling his waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.
Fuck, she was hot when she was forceful.
“I forgive you,” she said and mashed her plump lips to his.
The woman was some kisser. Lucky, lucky him, he thought as she tangled her tongue with his while crushing her soft breasts against his chest.
Everything she did turned him on like nothing else ever could. Larimar’s dick throbbed, heavy and hard. Vixen that she was, his sweet Kimberley reached between them and took him in her hands, stroking him from root to tip.
He pressed into her as she pumped his cock up and down, squeezing him just right. Fuck, he wanted to come, was wild with need as she gripped his dick and jerked him to the brink, only to stop right before he exploded.
He opened his eyes to see her smiling as she withdrew her lips from his, and then her hand. Fuck, Larimar could’ve died right there. Only he wouldn’t. He’d never leave her.
Mine.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“That was also for biting me without asking,” she said, and this time when she walked away, she didn’t bother with the sheet.
“You coming?” she turned her head and asked once her hand was on the doorknob to the bathroom.
Not yet, he thought with a wicked grin before he followed her inside the tiny room. Larimar wasn’t going to lie. It was a tight fit, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t make it work.
Hope swelled inside his chest, and he closed his eyes for the time it took for his heart to complete a single beat. She was really going to give this a try, and it was all he could hope for.
After they’d cleaned each other off in the shower, they almost made it out without further consummation. Almost being the key word.
After dirtying one another on the floor between the two rooms, they decided on another shower. Overall, it took about ninety minutes before they both exited the bedroom with clothes on.
Kimberley looked comfy in the new clothes he’d brought from Jennifer, and he made a note to treat her to a real shopping spree once the men after her were caught.
Before his Wyvern had finished growling over the rather troublesome fact that Kim was being hunted by an as of yet unnamed group, she was strutting past him. Pinching his ass along the way, her thoughts flooded his mind and he growled appreciatively.
His mate was as insatiable as he, and the psychic connection he had with her was growing stronger every minute he spent in her company, and of course, every time they’d made love.
Feelings filled him to the point of being this shy of overwhelming. The love he felt for her was almost indescribable. Especially after such a short time, but that is what he felt.
Love. Love. LOVE.
He should try to explain, but as far as he knew, humans did not experience fated mates. Or mating fever. Though his mate sure seemed to have that. At least, her thoughts told him she did. Just how much did she know about being claimed by a Shifter?
“What is that look for?” she asked, and her smile threatened to fall.
Larimar wasn’t having any of that.
“This look, it’s because I wonder what it is I did to make me worthy of a creature as wondrous as you.”
Her smile was back, full force and he was struck by her earthy beauty. The rain had finally stopped and with the sun filtering through the cheap blinds he was fascinated by the way her hair seemed to shine with a hundred shades of bronze and golds. She truly was a treasure indeed. His treasure.
“Me? Nah. I’m just a geek. You’re the Shifter. How much more wondrous than that can you get?”
“What did I tell you about being down on yourself? Besides, you know, I have a question. You seem really easy with this whole me being a Shifter thing⁠—”
“Well, yeah. Cause of Caro,” she replied and shrugged, nibbling on a cracker.
“I don’t think so. You seem really attune to my beast, and our connection is stronger than I would have guessed. Are you sure you have no supernaturals in your family tree?” he asked.
“Um, I don’t really know much. I was adopted,” she told him, eyes wide. “My biological mother named me but gave me up when I was about six months old. I don’t remember her at all⁠—”
“So, Scott is your surname?”
“Yeah, but the folks who adopted me are my real parents. I’m cool being who I am,” she asserted.
“Of course. I just wondered, anyway, like I said, you are extraordinary, my mate.”
“Says the psychic Shifter,” she teased.
“I’ve always been a Shifter, and telepathy has always been my talent, but our connection is unlike anything I have ever felt,” he said and picked up a lock of her soft hair to twirl between his fingers.
“Meaning?”
“I’ve only ever been able to communicate with animals.”
“You mean you’ve never done that with a woman?”
Kim swallowed her discomfort, and he lifted her face with a gentle finger on her chin. He wanted to smooth her insecurities away, but only time would do that. He could be patient. She was worth it.
“You are the only woman ever, baby. I’ve never linked minds with anyone like that except my brothers and beasts,” he replied.
“Is it because I am your fated mate?”
“I think so, Kimberley. You are it for me. My Wyvern knew it from the second I saw your picture. My destiny.”
“So you are saying what? We are like soulmates?”
“Yes, but even more than that. You see, Shifters, and other supernaturals have a spiritual connection with the universe that humankind has long since denied. That is why typical normals don’t feel it when they meet their mates. But we do. I do. I feel it, baby. With you.”
“You really mean it, don’t you?” she said and for a moment, a hint of vulnerability peeked through and damn near broke his heart.
“I know it seems too fast, and I don’t expect you to say it back, but I love you, Kim. Completely, irrevocably, and eternally,” he whispered.
Larimar kissed her wide mouth and reveled in her unique flavors, imprinting each one on his mind, heart, and soul. Her pulse raced, and emotions he didn’t dare name filtered from her mind into his.
Hell yes, he loved her. It was too soon for her to say it back, but if the small peek he’d had into her heart was anything to go by, she was going to make him a very lucky, very happy, very satisfied Wyvern.
Mine.
The sound of snarling and yips sounded outside, and Larimar turned his head, a roar on his lips.
“What is it?” she asked, dazed from his kiss.
Satisfaction filled him as he took her in. She looked good like that. Well-loved and soft, but now was not the time. He had a job to do.
“Stay back,” he warned, his instincts on high alert.