Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

“What are you doing?” Daeja asked when Heliodore reached out to angle her face just so.
“I’m kissing you, Deja.”
He leaned closer, but she flinched and moved backwards. A frightened move, like someone who’d been hurt or was new to this. She ducked her head, hiding her eyes, but he was not about to let her hide.
Anything they did would be consensual. She would have the choice always. But Heliodore felt so drawn to the female, and if she did not want to kiss him, he wanted to know why.
No pushing. Just asking.
“Hey, rosebud, what is it?” he asked, and his yellow gaze held her soft petal pink one. “Did I offend you?”
“No. I am not offended. But, if you will explain,” she said, and her cheeks brightened with her embarrassment.
Cute. Cute. CUTE.
Dammit. If she kept this up, Heliodore was likely to wake up with a cavity. Daeja licked her lips, and he tracked the tiny motion. Then the female dropped a bomb on him.
“What is kissing, exactly?”
“You’ve never been kissed?” he asked, damn near drunk on the prospect of being her first.
“No,” she replied, angling her head back so she could look into his eyes.
Heliodore had never wanted anybody so damn bad in his whole life. She was so beautiful, funny, and clever. Yeah, she was hiding something, but he was of a mind to root out every single one of her secrets. He sure as fuck had the time.
“Kissing,” he explained, moving closer so his torso was almost touching hers, “is when our lips touch. It is an expression of feeling. People who like each other, who want to be with each other kiss.”
“Everyone? I like your brothers and father and your sisters-in-law, must I kiss them all?” she asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
Jealousy rose in him like an untamed beast, and he closed his eyes for a second. Biting back his snarl. He shook his head and smiled instead.
“No, no. Not this kind of kiss. This is a kiss reserved for lovers.”
“Lovers? You mean, mates?” she asked and grew heavy-lidded as she stared at him.
Oh, so she hadn’t forgotten those first tempestuous moments they’d spent in each other’s company. Dor’s Wyvern perked up, the beast flapping his wings and shooting a blast of icy flames into the ether. So powerful was his connection, Dor’s next breath was icy cold.
“Fuck, I’m sorry⁠—”
“Sorry for your flame? Oh, never, revolko. I like the wintry side of you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Then can I kiss you, rosebud? Can I press my lips to yours? Taste your skin, see if you are as sweet as you smell.”
“Can I taste you as well? And if I do it right, and you like it, can I kiss you for long?” she inquired, seeming to like the idea very much.
“Fuck. Yes. You can kiss me as long as you want.”
Her strawberry sweet scent had been teasing him for hours.
“First, I must disclose I have seen this kissing in entertainment clips.”
“Movies?”
“Yes. movies. We watched them aboard our vessel before I was sent here to—” Daeja stopped.
But he did not care. Heliodore was too entranced by her plump, pink lips. He was touching her now, and his body sizzled like he was playing with a live wire. She was so soft, so fucking sexy—the perfect foil for his hardness.
“So, have you ever been kissed?” he asked, ignoring her near slip completely.
“No,” she shook her head, “I have never touched lips with another.”
“Let me,” he groaned, crashing into her with not as near enough finesse.
But suddenly, it did not matter. He forgot everything he knew about females and sex the second he had his hands on her.
Daeja was not like other girls. She was so much more. More honest. More exciting. Just More.
More everything.
She was so damn receptive, submitting to his touch as he invaded her space. They painted the air with the scent of their responsive arousals.
Pure, potent lust—but again, more hovered on the periphery of desire. More that maybe he was not willing to look at just yet.
Heliodore might have been raised by normals, but he was one hundred percent Shifter. And Shifters knew when they met their one and only.
He broke off their kiss, framing her face with his hands, and growled one word, the only word that mattered.
“Mine.”
In the Earth clips she had studied briefly before her departure, Daeja had learned of this mating ritual.
Anticipation made her tremble, and she felt her Drakein’s wings flutter within her. Her beast growled with need. She felt hot and swollen, wet between her legs.
His mouth felt so good, moving on hers, parting the seam of her lips. His tongue danced with hers, twirling and tasting every inch of her willing mouth, and yes, she was willing.
Closer. More, please. Just a little more.
“I want you, Daeja. Can I have you?” he growled the question, and she was already nodding.
All her reticence and reasons for wanting to go slowly flew out the window in the face of his arousal. He was the embodiment of worthiness and male beauty. Her ideal male in every way.
“Will it hurt?” she murmured, inhaling his scent as he leaned just a whisper away from her suddenly desperate lips.
“Yes, but I will do my best by you, rosebud,” he said, and her brows drew together.
If it hurt, why did he want to do it? And even knowing this, why did her inner beast still push her? She had no time to ponder or ask as the shrill sound of his cellular phone ringing broke them apart.
Daeja winced as her forehead bumped into his nose. His resounding groan told her she’d made contact.
Frek!
She could almost hear her apakein chuckling at her expense while in her training in the medical unit. Clumsiness was not an admirable trait in a Drakein, but it could be amusing, or so her grandfather had said.
“Shit. Are you okay?” he growled and winced as pain shot through his face.
“Yes, sorry,” she murmured.
“It’s fine, rosebud,” he replied, a smile on his face even as he held his nose.
Turning around, he clicked the rectangular device and spoke.
“What do you mean? Zircon is missing? Jennifer too?”
Daeja’s scales fluttered beneath her skin, threatening to pop out. She did not necessarily trust the female Shifter, but Jennifer Dylluan had been her first real contact on this planet.
Her senses told her she’d been as direct and honest as was permitted by her commanding officers. The female was a true soldier, something Daeja could understand.
If she’d left her post, it was not by choice. Fear made her eyes widen. She tugged on Heliodore’s massive forearm until he was forced to look at her.
“What is it?”
“Are they truly missing?”
“Yes. Why?”
“We must go to the place they were last seen.”
“No, my orders are clear.”
Dor swiped the screen of the small rectangular communication device, or cell phone, as she’d heard it called, and turned to face her.
His yellow eyes darkened to an amber color with flashes of gold. Daeja understood his beast was sizing her up, taking her measure, and she welcomed his perusal.
“Revolko, do you not wish to search for them?”
“I do, but I must see to your safety, Daeja,” he replied, his Drakein shining in his eyes.
On Drakeinan, potential mates used all their senses to confirm the initial pull of attraction was something more than physical. This was definitely more, but she understood he was not familiar with the process.
Honestly, she had to admit, the prospect of the physical was not as alarming as she’d once thought it would be. Not with him.
If he was going to look, she would do the same. Her eyes roved over the impressive male from head to foot. He was tall, very tall, much closer to seven feet than she’d originally thought.
The sheer breadth of him guaranteed he’d have to turn sideways should he ever board the vessel currently led by Commander Viper.
Commander pfbbbt, her Drakein sneered at the title.
The male was unfit for such a position. He’d done nothing to earn it other than live, and he did that by cowering behind braver Drakein who’d fought in the war. Cass Viper was a dishonorable cretin.
He was nothing at all like Heliodore Wessex. From what she knew of her potential mate, the male was all things honest and worthy. Being near him stirred sensations within she’d never experienced.
Even her Drakein wanted to get closer. The silly beast was actually purring, to Daeja’s shock and delight.