Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Heliodore didn’t know how long he could hold out. Fuck. How could she stand it?
Flashes of lust, need, and desire crashed against him like relentless waves against the shore with the force of a fucking hurricane.
His cock throbbed, and he snarled when she tensed as another hit her badly. Fuck this, he thought and lifted her.
Standing, he cradled her in his arms, not-so-secretly thrilled when she pressed her chest to his, and he felt the hardened nipples rub against him.
Fuck, she said planet. He knew she did. Heliodore had to ask her about stuff. Knew he needed answers, but what could he do?
Dor also knew beyond a doubt she was his. And he knew what happened to females who went into their heat. Without a male to see her through, the pain would be unbearable.
No. Mine.
So, did he need answers? Yes. but later. Much later.
“Hurts,” she moaned.
“I got you, rosebud,” he murmured.
Dor walked with Daeja in his arms, heading to the bed. They were never going to end up anywhere else. Only now there was a question of whether his parts and her parts were compatible.
Wait. What? She is from another planet, dickhead, but she is our species, his Wyvern hissed.
Oh fuck. That was much too big for him to consider now. All he wanted was to ease her pain and give her pleasure. Take away the hurt and replace it with joy.
I could do that.
“Please, revolko, touch me,” she moaned, and pressed her lips to the side of his neck.
His hands reached around her hips to cup her ass, and she turned in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. She rubbed her heated core against his abdomen, and he hissed at the contact.
Fuck, that felt good. Better than good. It felt right.
Alien.
The word wouldn’t leave him alone, even as she pressed kisses to his neck and he cupped her ass, rocking her core against his rigid hardness. The woman he’d been wanting to fuck more than he wanted to breathe was an Alien.
Like E fucking T? Um, no.
Nope. No way. No sale.
He was not buying that. It couldn’t be. She couldn’t be. Something was fucked up about this whole damn thing. He wanted her more than he wanted air, but Dor needed the truth. Hell, he demanded it.
“Who are you?”
He tugged her head back gently. Hating himself for doing this now when he was so close to heaven. Her need hit him once more, and he squeezed her ass tighter, fascinated by the way even that small touch seemed to relieve the pain of her heat.
“I am Daeja 53, er, I mean, Smith. Daeja Smith,” she repeated and squinted as if the lie sounded ridiculous to her own ears.
“The truth,” he growled. “Please, Dor. It hurts.”
“I got you, rosebud. I will take care of you,” he murmured, grinding his cloth covered cock into her core.
Seconds away from tearing through their clothes with his claws, he stilled as she whimpered in pleasure, not pain.
Her body trembled as another wave of heat threatened to sweep through her. She tried to fight it, but he knew it was impossible.
Biology had made it so. But even if she wasn’t going through this, he knew Fate had brought her to him. She was his mate. His one and only.
“I will tell you the truth. Please, you must know, I tried to tell you. Jennifer said not to. I need her help for my apakein⁠—”
“Why would she say that? She has known us for years.”
“I do not know her protocols, but I am sure she was doing as commanded. Frek,” she cried out, and he cupped her breasts, stroking her hard nipples through the fabric.
“Oh, really? Now, you want to stick up for her? You were ready to rip her a new asshole at the clinic,” he growled again, to his shame.
“What does this mean? I never wanted to rip⁠—”
“It’s an expression. Tell me the truth, please,” he begged her, to his shock but not embarrassment.
The fabric of her silver catsuit made no noise as she unwound her legs from his waist and slid down his body. She released her hold on him despite the pain he saw in her eyes. Her heat was in full effect, but still she met his hard stare.
Fuck, she was brave.
Though a foot shorter than him, she stood tall and proud, even through the discomfort he knew she felt because it echoed through him. It was as if the fact she’d stopped touching him was painful.
His skin itched and ached. Desperate for her hands, her body. Fuck, how could she stand it?
Pink eyes sparkling, shoulder length hair curling at the tips, Daeja straightened her spine. She gave him one sharp nod before opening her perfect bow of a mouth. A mouth that he’d be kissing if only he’d shut the fuck up.
“I am called Daeja 5368205qtR37. I hail from the former planet Drakeinan, thusly named for the six suns that once warmed its surface,” she paused, and he watched her inhale.
Whether it was against the next onslaught of her pheromones or to collect her thoughts, he could not be sure. His entire body was desperate for her, but if she could stand through this, he could too.
Her eyes glistened, but she sucked in another breath, waited a single beat to regain her voice. Then she continued, as if addressing a commanding officer.
He had to admit he was impressed with her perseverance. The female was a fucking badass. He wondered how she felt about violence against others.
He’d been told before that he needed to mellow out, but he was a predator. He enjoyed a good hunt and battle. Out of the four of them, Heliodore was the one with the most reprimands on his file.
Fucking government pansies hated it when he set shit on fire or froze assets—literally.
Oh well.
But his Daeja was one in a million. She had her own fire glowing brightly in her pink gaze. He was certain she could meet anything he threw her way. She was strong and fierce, proud too.
Everything about her spoke to him of a fighter with the air of a queen. She was a goddess. His goddess.
“I have traveled thousands of light years with the sole survivors of the 100 Years Great War between the Clans of Drakeinan. The war ravaged our numbers and destroyed our home planet. There are less than fifty of us left in total.”
She whimpered, stumbling a little, but when he went to aid her, she shook her head. Fuck, that hurt, but he understood and so he forced himself not to touch her again.
“Our researchers and explorers had searched vast and far distances for a planet with similar qualities to our own. Earth was the closest, and we discovered it some seventy years ago. That is how we set our course for this place,” she inhaled again, and this time the pain she felt was visible on her face.
“Fuck, Daeja. We can do this later. I’m so sorry. Come here,” he begged, but she halted him with one hand raised when he would’ve gone to her.
“However,” she growled. “Instead of brokering a deal with Earth’s leaders, and securing our place here, Commander Cass Viper has ordered me to track down the four descendants of the Flamebound Clan who’d been sent to Non-Drakein 9, our word for Earth, some eighty-years ago, just when rumblings of the war had begun.”
“Who is Commander Viper?”
“He is our Commanding Officer and sole heir to the Viper Clan’s ruling class. They were deemed victors of the war as they are the only Clan left with males who are not elders. At least, on Drakeinan that was true. He brought us here for two reasons. Earth has an almost identical atmosphere to Drakeinan, true, but he believes the heirs to the Flamebound Clan are here.”
“You mean me and my brothers.”
“Yes. He hunts you, thinking you are babes in stasis pods, sure that no Earth tech could have awakened you from your cryo-slumber. Cass Viper is a male of low worth. He wants you four dead.”
Another wave of lust hit them both, and Daeja sunk to her knees.
“Fuck!” Dor tried again, sliding to his knees beside her. “We can talk about this later, Daeja. You are in pain. I can feel it. Let me help you. We can talk about whatever you want after. Any crazy thing that pops into your pretty head, I promise.”
“What? Oh, I understand,” she growled. “You think I have lost my brains!”
“The phrase is lost your mind, rosebud, and yes, that is exactly what I think. But I believe you. Gods fucking help me, I do,” he growled angrily.
But he was not mad at her. It was the whole damn thing. He was frustrated and out of sorts. Pissed as hell every time she moaned or whimpered in pain from her heat. Just thinking about her discomfort enraged him.
Shit.
He was such an asshole, and now that he started, the words just would not stop pouring out of his idiot mouth.
“I don’t know what to think anymore. You’re here. You need me. And gods know, I want you. For two days, you’ve been running and hiding from me.”
“Of course, I hide from you. You don’t know what this feels like, revolko!”
“What does that mean? Is this just a fucking game to you? Like when you called me mate?”
Shit. If she would not let him touch her, what could he do? He was not about to force his company on anyone. Damn, but she smelled good.
She called us mate, his Wyvern insisted, but he wasn’t such a dick to take what she was not willing to give freely.
“Heliodore,” Daeja snarled his name, and the primal sound went right to his cock. “I assure you, revolko, I speak the truth in all this. Much as I did when I first called you mine.”
Heliodore exhaled. He was hanging on to his sanity by a thread.
Mine.
The word resounded in his brain, in his heart and soul as well. He liked it. A lot. Wanted to be hers. Wanted her to be his. The hell with everything else.
He was just about to turn around and tell her so, when the woman did something he’d never expected her to in a thousand years.
She tackled him.
Right. Down. To. The. Ground.