Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Two days had passed.
Two. Days. And nights.
There had been no word from Jennifer or Zircon. No news or changes to his mission. He was stuck in a safe house with a female who was driving him bananas.
Speaking of, he nearly went cross-eyed as Daeja sat down, snacking on the yellow-skinned fruit. Who knew eating a banana could be so sexy?
Holy. Fuck.
Heliodore growled and rolled his shoulders. It was like the walls were closing in on him. They’d tiptoed around each other in the small safe house for forty-eight hours.
Images of his Wyvern and hers flying together in that metaphysical realm where they waited to be called burned in his mind. He could think of nothing less.
Well, nothing except the kisses they had shared. Even the memory of her lips, pink and slightly parted, and her increased breathing made his dick want to stand up and salute.
He’d been walking around with a boner ever since he laid eyes on the pink-haired siren. She felt it, too. He knew she did. But something had spooked her and he would respect her need for space. Even if it fucking killed him.
“Will it hurt?”
“Yes, but I will do my best by you, rosebud.”
Groan.
He could not believe he’d told her kissing hurt. But how could he tell her anything but the truth? Kissing her hurt like a wound to his heart. Possibly fatal.
Nothing will ever be the same again, he thought, and sucked in a breath.
Shit.
He was a goner. Ass over teakettle for the female. And yet, he had not admitted it.
Heliodore was a total asshole for not just telling her the truth about his feelings. She was confused. He’d seen it on her face. Daeja’s withdrawal cut like a knife, and it was all his fault.
Oh well, he never said he wasn’t a dick. Besides, it was the truth. Kissing her had more than hurt, it was fucking destroying him.
His thoughts weren’t even his own anymore! The instant he crushed his lips to hers, his entire world had tilted on its axis.
Daeja was this mystery, a walking conundrum. She was more than she seemed, and she knew things about who he was that he didn’t know.
Watching as she unfolded her supple body from the kitchen chair, he bit back his grown. She wore her skin-tight, silver catsuit during the day, changing into loose pants and a shirt to sleep every night. Thinking of her in either did nothing for his already slipping control.
Grrrr.
This was so not right. She was his assignment. He had to keep her safe. Thinking about walking up to her and capturing her sweet mouth, delving between her lips, and tasting her essence was really not part of the job. Even if he knew down to his bones that she was his.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
Maybe this thing between them would come to a head. Maybe it wouldn’t. He respected her enough to allow her to retreat.
For now.
No force in the world was strong enough to withstand the inevitable culmination of both their desires—and, yes, she wanted him back. He knew it, even as she paced back and forth, presenting her sumptuous ass to him without meaning to every time she turned around.
His Wyvern bristled. The beast pushing and scratching against his skin, demanding he stop fucking around and claim the female.
Dor wanted to mark her as his own. He wanted to bite her skin, tell every male in the known universe she belonged to him.
But he wasn’t a total Neanderthal. He had no intention of hitting her over the head and dragging her off to his cave. Even if the idea had merit.
Not the hitting. The carrying her away to his den part, though? Heliodore could so get into that.
Truth was, if she belonged to him, he also belonged to her. Fuck yes, he did. He craved her mark on his skin as well.
Fuck.
Just picturing it made his cock ache with renewed need. If Daeja marked him, he would strut that shit, wear it proudly for all to see.
Scales popped out all over his body, picturing the permanent scar her teeth would leave. He felt like he was a teenager again. No control.
That had not happened to him in decades. Certainly not because of a woman. He adjusted his thick cock, moving it to a more comfortable position in his jeans. The tension in the air was so thick it damn near suffocated him.
Daeja clutched her stomach and closed her eyes tight. A soft moan escaped her lips, and that was when her scent reached him.
Heliodore went still. A true predator with his prey in sight. He breathed in deeply, noting the fine, faint hints of pheromones lacing her sweet perfume.
She needs us, whispered his Wyvern.
Desire—no, it was stronger than that—pure need filled his veins. A lightning sharp reaction to her throaty moan struck him in the gut, and that need multiplied tenfold.
It seemed to flow from her to him, and back again. Pink eyes locked on his, and her lips parted. The room shook under the force of her growl.
Heliodore responded in kind, standing up and knocking his chair to the ground without thinking. Images of sinking into her willing heat filled his mind. He wanted her so damn badly it was almost overwhelming.
“Oh frek!”
Daeja gasped as a wave of energy seemed to flow from her body, hitting him right in his gut.
Eyes wide, he watched her moan and clutch her stomach once more. Then Heliodore’s feet were moving as she started to fall.
“Daeja!” Dor cried out, catching her before she could crash into the hardwood floor.
“Heliodore,” she called his name between clenched teeth.
“I got you. Fuck, what is it, rosebud? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t, touching makes it worse,” she moaned, and clutched his shoulders when he wrapped his arms around her body tighter.
Her words hurt, but then she was pulling him closer, not pushing. Another wave of lust hit him hard, and he did not know what to do. A third one struck, and he almost toppled to the ground.
What the hell was happening to him? To her?
Passion glazed magenta eyes implored him, so he did the thing he’d been wanting to do for days now. He kissed her. A gentle brush of lips, but it calmed her, eased the pain that had her furrowing her brows moments before.
“Revolko,” she sighed against his lips, but he kept his closed.
“What is it?” he asked, and his Wyvern roared.
The hell with talking. His animal was ready to claim the female, and his human side was messing it all up.
“Daeja? What is happening?”
“It is my heat cycle,” she whimpered and clung tighter.
“When a Drakein female meets her mate, she goes into heat almost immediately. It is why females are kept apart from male society for the most part on my planet,” she grunted as another wave of heat rolled over the two of them.
He was so desperate for her, hard and hot. But one word in all of that stood out.
Did she just say planet?