Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Yes. He still wanted her. Arousal and attraction hung between them, but there was more at stake here than physical need. A lot more.
“You know, there are all sorts of supernaturals in the Garden State. From Jersey Devils to Thunderbirds, but I don’t know if they’ve ever been treated to the funny farm special like me and my brothers. You called us princes, Daeja. Why?”
“Because you are a prince, Revolko,” she whispered, tears flooding her petal pink eyes.
He would never tire of the ever-changing shades of rose that filled her irises, reflecting her mood, he imagined. Heliodore would give anything to be around long enough to discover what each color meant.
He'd been lucky enough to grow up with a real example of what true love was like. Arthur Wessex had adored his wife in life and even after her untimely death. Their relationship was a shining example for him and his brothers.
“What can I do to ease your mind?” she asked, and he saw she was in earnest.
“Tell me about your Shifter side,” he surprised both of them with the not-so-subtle request.
“My Drakein?”
Nodding, he waited for her to respond.
“I do not know what to say other than I am Drakein, like you, Heliodore,” she replied.
“Why Drakein and not Wyvern?”
“That is what we are. Wyvern is a human word,” she explained and tilted her head. The movement sent a lock of shiny pink hair tumbling forward.
Dor had to work not to reach out and smooth it back to its place behind her ear. His fingers itched to do that and more, but he held still.
Waiting. Wanting. Always wanting her.
“Can you fly?” he asked, trying to stay on track.
He had to be smart about this. Secrets were dangerous, and not just to Shifters, but to everyone. She had secrets, this beautiful creature. Whether she was hiding for her own safety, or others, he did not know. But he wanted to help. He would help. If only she would let him.
“Yes. Of course, I can fly. You saw my wings, did you not?” she asked, a smile quirking her lips.
“Are your scales all pink?”
“Yes. Many shades, like my hair and eyes,” she replied shyly.
A deep blush spread across her cheeks, and fuck, his heart skipped a beat. He wondered if she blushed everywhere like that and was desperate to find out.
“May I see your Drakein, rosebud?” he asked, the term of endearment slipping past his lips before he could stop himself.
“Here? Now? I am afraid there is not room,” she replied and shook her head.
“Oh, yeah.”
Dummy.
Of course, there wasn’t enough room in the small apartment. What was he thinking? But he supposed the answer was quite obvious. He wasn’t thinking. At least, not with his brain.
Grrr.
“I can show you another way,” she whispered and crept forward. “May I?”
Daeja held her hands out to either side of his head, and he flinched back. His rejection caused a flash of pain to appear in her eyes, and he wanted to kick his own ass for causing her grief.
“Wait,” he said, reaching out with gentle hands on her wrists.
Heliodore brought her palms to either side of his head, and the smile that spread across her face warmed his chest. His Wyvern was quick to reassure him, even as doubts and trepidation filled him, this female was theirs. He had to learn to trust her.
Dor forced himself to be still once more. He wasn’t a teenager scared of his first time alone with a girl, for fuck’s sake.
He growled softly, and her eyes widened. But it wasn’t in fear. He inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal and nodded his head for her to continue. Then he felt her move her hands, so she was no longer cupping his head.
He missed her touch, but he was content to let her do her thing. Daeja made a purring sound in her throat as she hovered near. Not quite touching him.
It was more like she was forming a kind of barrier on either side of his head with air and energy and who knew what else. Her now magenta gaze held his, eyes dilating, before she closed them.
He followed suit, squeezing his eyelids shut.
“Oh shit,” he whispered as image after image flitted through his head of Daeja, but not Daeja.
It was her alright, but she wore her scales. This other form was as gorgeous as her human one. Daeja’s Wyvern was stunning.
Drakein.
The word was somehow pushed into his brain in her voice. He huffed a laugh. It was strange, but not unwelcome, having her inside his head. Dor’s mind’s eye widened and suddenly he was with her and her magnificent beast.
Her Drakein stood tall and proud in that metaphysical realm where all Shifters’ beasts waited to be called. His own yellow monster flew to meet her in the blue skies of that magical realm.
She was tall and muscular, with shimmery scales in a thousand shades of pink. From opalescent and pale to neon and glowing, fuck, but she was astounding.
Ethereal. Beautiful. And powerful.
There was no mistaking that in her eight-inch razor-sharp claws that tipped her wings and feet. She opened her draconian jaws and pink smoke puffed from her mouth, quickly igniting to a bright flame that he somehow knew was a greeting, not an attack.
His own beast responded in kind, shooting icy frost into the air and diving to catch it in his maw. They flew higher and higher, circling each other in their excitement.
It was exhilarating, breathtaking, and he wanted more. He had never felt anything so wonderful. Like their beasts both knew what they were to one another, and they did not share the same reticence as their human counterparts.
When he opened his eyes again, Daeja was hugging herself and backing away from him. He wanted to argue, to tell her to come back, to show him more. But he saw something in her face that made him back off. The only thing that would make him stand down.
He saw vulnerability. His heart ached for her, he wanted to soothe and calm her worries. To offer her comfort and protection as only he could provide.
Mate, his Wyvern growled.
“I will retire for the evening,” she whispered.
“Goodnight, Daeja.”
“Yes. Goodnight.”
Once she left the room, Heliodore could breathe again. What the hell was he going to do?
Clearly, the government wasn’t just going to let this go. His phone sounded again, and worry rushed through him.
It was Jasper. Still no sign of Zircon or Jennifer. So far, his orders were simply to stay put with the Daeja and keep her safe.
He could do that. He would do that. In fact, there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to protect her.