Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 40: Chapter 40

The coyotes he’d engaged to watch over her barked louder as they moved closer to the cabin, moving in to protect him and his mate.
Good beasts.
Larimar had been so caught up in finding and claiming his mate, he’d almost forgotten why he was there to begin with. He had a job to do. First, he needed to reach out with his mind to the coyotes and the other animals he’d contracted to watch over the cabin.
Something had all the creatures in the area, big and small, all aflutter. His Wyvern perked up. The need to make sure she was safe was first on the beast’s mind—that above all else.
“Don’t leave the house. I’m just going to do a quick check of the perimeter.”
“Alright. I’d like to reach out to some contacts for any info I can find on Harold’s whereabouts or any mention of the artifacts he’d stolen,” she said and sat down with her laptop.
“Use a private browser and hide your IP address, do you know how?” he took a moment and set up her laptop so she could surf the web incognito before he stepped outside to change into his beast.
“Hey, can I watch you change shapes?” she bit her lip and waited for him to speak.
His Wyvern was overjoyed that she wanted to know him, but his human side erred on the side of caution. Her safety was paramount.
“Yes, but please, stay inside. I will show you my beast at leisure another time. When I know you are safe. I don’t want to be distracted when I am protecting you,” he explained.
“Okay,” she nodded, but he could feel her disappointment.
“Kimberley, I love you. My Wyvern is anxious to show himself to you, but I won’t be able to do my job if I am worried about you. Stay here and let me do a perimeter check. Okay?”
“You really do love me, don’t you?”
Kim grinned, awe bathing her face in an ethereal sort of glow. Her eyes softened and again he was struck by how unique she was. Larimar felt his heart squeeze with joy.
She loved him, too.
Even if she didn’t voice it, it was true. He knew her heart, deep inside, he could feel it. They were fated mates. The most desired and cherished union of all Shifter and supernaturals alike. Even if she was a normal.
He had to remember that she wouldn’t understand her feelings for him as quickly as he did. Still, he was overjoyed to know that deep down he knew she loved him.
Looking back at the way she’d opened to him, accepted him—like a flower suddenly blooming after being forced to hide in the shadows for far too long—he wondered how it could be anything but love.
He just had to be patient. Not exactly his strong suit, but for her, he would try. He gave her one last long look, before nodding his head. A moment later, Larimar stepped outside of the cozily air conditioned cabin and into the rank humidity of the campgrounds.
He didn’t mind the heat, but the thick, damp air was a bit much. It was like a fucking swamp, but then again so was a good chunk of Jersey. He rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath sifting the flavors through his supernaturally enhanced palate.
His body had been completely relaxed after a night and morning of lovemaking, but he needed to be alert now. Stripping inside, to the welcomed gasp and stare of his saucy little mate, made his shift a bit easier on him.
Walking out and leaving her in the cabin when the scent of her arousal was wrapped around his cock like a living thing, had been anything but easy.
At least his Wyvern understood their priority right then was to protect her. Now that he had possessed her in every sense of the word, his beast would ensure her safety above all else. She was more important to him than air.
Reaching out with his senses, Larimar felt for the creatures he’d contacted a mere thirty hours ago. Had it been so short a time? He shook his head and focused. A den of foxes answered his call, so did their coyote cousins.
Both canids informed him all had been clear in the immediate vicinity except for a few minutes during the middle of the night when a strange black bird had taken to the skies.
Hmm.
What was so strange about a bird? He pondered that as the familiar hum of Magic encircled his body. It touched his skin with energy and light, and he used it as he always did to call upon his beast. He welcomed his Wyvern, the other half of his existence, like an embrace from an old friend.
The creature was mythical, not found in the wild, and so the other animals inhabiting the planet tended to bow and obey the fearsome being. Stretching his muscular legs, Larimar loosed a fiery roar into the sky.
His flame was not as hot or exact as Jasper’s, but it would burn anything on the planet to ash within minutes. He snarled and puffed smoke through his nostrils, an alert to anyone watching that he was in the area, and they’d best not touch what was his.
The sounds of Kimberley’s soft breathing, her awestruck gasp, and the slightly increased beat of her heart reached his sensitive ears, and the beast preened. He was a majestic creature, and he knew it. Larimar scented her delicious cinnamon essence tangled with his own musk, and something else, something positively Magical beneath it.
She was more than she seemed, his Wyvern’s Magically enhanced senses seemed to recognize it, even if his human understanding was a bit slow on the uptake. But he would mull that over later. He had a job to do now.
With a mighty flap of his pretty impressive wingspan—if he did say so himself—Larimar launched into the sky. He heard his mate’s astonished gasp inside his mind’s eye and felt their connection strengthen, much to his immediate joy and relief.
She was truly his destiny. He was born to love her and no other. His eyesight rivaled that of the most advanced falcon’s vision, enabling him to catch a detailed glimpse of Kim’s beautiful face in the window as he circled the cabin.
He’d never seen such wonder in another being’s eyes. His Wyvern twisted and turned, puffing smoke through his nostrils and hurling flames through the air as he spun and circled for her.
Wyverns were typically smaller than traditional Dragon Shifters, though, yes, they were draconian by nature. Rather than the large, and in his opinion, cumbersome six-appendaged beasts, Wyverns could stand on two legs when shifted. They also used the razor sharp talons at the end of their wings as claws to climb, fight, and sometimes stand. It all depended on the terrain.
All four Wessex boys had hatched at the same time, Jasper was technically the eldest. However, Larimar was the largest. Bigger as man and beast, he stood taller and weighed in higher than any of his brothers. His animal was bigger still than the size of the largest bull elephant on record.
That put him at over twelve tons in weight and roughly sixteen feet in height. His wingspan was easily triple that size.
The Wessex brothers were unique among Shifter-kind and, as such, had spent years working out what special talents they each had. His brother Jasper was gifted with laser-like fire and beyond accurate precision. Heliodore was able to call frost and ice to his aid, breathing it as easily as he did his Wyvern’s fire. And Zircon seemed to be able to summon lightning with a mere beat of his wings, like the thunder god himself.
All four of them breathed fire in varying degrees of heat. Perhaps none were as precise or as hot as Jasper’s, but Larimar’s flame could still do the job.
His real talents lay with his psychic and telepathic communication skills with animals, and now, with his mate. That was what set him apart from the rest.
Still, it was the fire that drew the ooohs and aaahs.
Knowing his sweet Kimberley was watching, he spat a short flame into the sky. Yes, he was showing off, but before he could start twirling about doing some more loop de loops, the coyotes below sent him a warning.
His head reared up and his keen gaze took in a vehicle speeding down the road that led to the cabin. It was a car. Almost the second he spotted it, his mind was filled with even more chittering from the creatures big and small he’d set to the task of watching out for his mate.
He’d ask them to tell him if they saw or heard anything unusual, and this was unusual. The driver must have been drunk or something, the car veered left and right, swerving all over the place and headed straight for the cabin.
Larimar growled and flapped his wings hard before taking a nosedive straight for the rusted old car. He landed with a fierce roar in the middle of the road, causing the old pile of junk to spin out as the driver slammed on the brakes.
“Larimar!”
Kimberley ran from the house, and he growled, blocking her from running out in front of him. He wouldn’t allow her to put herself in harm’s way. He couldn’t.
The idea of Kimberley in immediate danger sent his beast into a frenzy. He opened his wings and shielded her from the trespasser. The car door opened, and he roared even as he picked up the distinct scent of urine and sweat.
“Shit! Oh shit! Don’t eat me!” The male—yes, it was a male, though an unworthy one—cried out with his hands over his head as he exited the car.
He was pale and doughy-looking and his slacks held the telltale spot of darkened material where he’d lost control of his bladder. The piss-stained trespasser had no business there.
Larimar seethed and the trembling, stuttering man stumbled to his knees. He was nothing more than a snack for Larimar’s Wyvern, after a nice toasting of course, but a word from his mate had him whipping his head around.
“Eeek! Harold? Harold! You no good lying son of a bitch. I could just kill you!”