Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 68: Chapter 68

Fucking hell.
Heliodore grunted with the force of impact. His feisty little siren had caught him off guard, but he wasn’t some wuss.
Heliodore was a badass motherfucking Wyvern Shifter. What did that mean? It meant he took the full onslaught of her tackle with no more than a widening of his eyes.
Then he flipped them in time to receive the brunt of the fall onto the cold, hardwood floor. The end result was fine with him. He had all five and a half feet of curvy, pink-haired goddess dressed in that silver catsuit he’d had countless fantasies about plastered to his front.
Dor couldn’t have hidden his reaction if he’d wanted. Judging from the glittery sparkle in her magenta eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing—and she liked it.
Grrr.
“Mine,” she growled, and did what he’d tried to do only minutes earlier before he’d opened his mouth and fucked it all up.
Daeja kissed him. Well, she slammed her mouth into his, but the resulting zing that shot down his spine told him it was worth the momentary teeth jarring. His siren was untutored in this, but he would teach her.
Fuck, it would be his pleasure—and hers.
He wanted to educate her on the finer points of carnal pleasure. To explore everything about her sensual nature. Shifters were very physical beings. That was simply how they were wired.
Even Alien Shifters, apparently.
Sex was good. Sex between mates, though out of his purview until just then, was guaranteed to be out of this world.
No pun intended.
“Mmm,” she moaned, and the sound allowed him to take control of her untrained lips.
The idea that she was new to this began to take hold in his animalistic brain, and yeah, he was that much of a selfish prick he wanted to gloat in being her first. Her only. But truthfully, as long as he was hers—it didn’t really fucking matter.
Heliodore wrapped one arm around her lower back, pushing her up his body until her core was level with his dick. He sucked in a breath as she opened her legs to straddle him, pressing her heated sex firmly against his ever-hardening cock.
Dor went cross-eyed, but he didn’t lose focus. He kept his eye firmly on the ball. Using his other hand, he tilted her head, sliding his tongue against the seam of her lips, licking and prodding.
Finally, he flexed his hips, eliciting a gasp, and then he dove right in. Sweet torture, he growled as he slid his tongue along hers. Twirling and wrestling for the upper hand.
She was feisty as fuck, and she tasted just like ripe strawberries and whipped cream. The fresh kind made with only the best forty percent fat heavy cream and confectioners’ sugar. He loved every second of kissing her sweet mouth.
“Mmm,” he growled against her tongue.
Dor was hungry for her like nothing else in the world could sate his need. It couldn’t, as far as he knew. Her flavors burst along his tongue as he tasted her completely.
Leaving no inch of her hot, wet cavern untouched, he showed his Daeja what a real kiss was.
“I never,” she whimpered when he flipped them over, running his hands along her shapely body in the tight outfit.
“I know,” he growled, taking pleasure in the small confession.
“Need you,” she whispered as he found the fastenings that held her suit together and pulled.
“Mine,” he growled, sucking in a breath when the fabric parted under his fingertips.
A sea of smooth, unblemished, pale pink skin was revealed to his greedy eyes. Suddenly, he frowned.
What the fuck was he doing?
Rutting on her like a fucking animal on the floor. No, this was unacceptable. Heliodore stood up, hating the confusion, the shame that passed over her features as she rushed to cover herself.
“No! It’s not that. It’s not you. You are perfect, rosebud,” he growled, his Wyvern showing through his gravelly voice.
Dor shook his head. He was holding on to his control, but only barely. He lifted her off the floor gently, carefully, like the treasure she was.
“Don’t hide from me, sweet siren. Never that. The floor is hard and cold. Want to take you to the bed. You deserve more than hardwood beneath your beautiful body.”
His words were stilted, but his movements sure as he carried her back to the bed. She felt good in his embrace. A precious bundle to cherish and worship.
He’d listened to her story and had yet to make heads or tails of it. But through it all, one truth resonated within him during her speech. One word echoing through to his very soul—mate.
“I’ve tried to deny this feeling since I laid eyes on your pretty, pink head, Daeja, but the fact is, my Wyvern chose you. I chose you.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “My Drakein is the same. I feel the same. Mine. Mate,” she whispered, wonder filling her voice as he settled her in the middle of the queen-sized bed.
It was small, but it would do for now. Heliodore shuddered with need as pale flesh glimmered in the dim lighting. She was soft and rounded in all the right places, but there was also muscle and sinew. She was strong, beautiful, brilliant and fuck, he wanted to cherish her.
“Beautiful,” he whispered reverently, unable to pry his eyes away from her skin.
She was so very pretty, her body a mix of ivory and blush. Like porcelain and silk, and a million other feminine things he couldn’t name. But he could appreciate them.
Dor could appreciate her. Show her with his lips and hands and flesh just how beautiful she was to him. Make her feel food. Bring her pleasure.
Yesssss.
“Want you, rosebud,” he said. “Do you want me too, Daeja?”
“Yesss. I want you.”
A secret, needy part of him preened as she repeated those words. At first, he’d been determined to deny his feelings, but he’d spoken to Jasper and Larimar before about what they’d felt when meeting their mates. Each male had told a similar story.
Upon seeing just an image of their mates, they’d known, without a doubt, they were meant to be. Heliodore could admit now that he’d been fighting a losing battle ever since he’d spied her pink hair and eyes.
Daeja purred softly, lifting herself up on her elbows as she watched him remove his clothes. Her gaze raked him from head to foot, longing, lust, and something else glittering therein.
“I need you, revolko.”
“Good.”
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
She filled his senses. Her image stamped itself on his brain. Her scent, committed to memory. Yes, she was it for him. She was his heart.
Yes, she is my heart, his Wyvern echoed.
All curves and soft pink skin like silk. She tempted him to sin, like some succubus calling him down from the heavens.
Fuck yes, he would gladly take the fall for her. To be one with her, there was nothing he wouldn’t do.
She inhaled a dep breath and her body undulated with the next spike in her heat. So pink and ready. Just like a rosebud, she seemed to blossom before his eyes.
Daeja dropped raised arms over her head, revealing all her secrets. Little intimate things, like the dark pink freckle over her left breast, and the opalescent sheen that covered her body.
Sweet seduction, she was enthralling. Dor reveled in her secrets. In those small, intimate things that would only ever be known to him.
He was her lover. Her mate. Her only one.
“Mine,” he growled.
Her responding whimper went straight to his cock, and he trembled like a green boy. Dor must have done something right in his life to be blessed with this female. To think he would get to awaken her passion, to claim her sweet flesh as his own.
He closed his eyes and thanked the gods, because for the first time in many months, he felt certain. He was made for this. Made to love her.
“I have never seen a male gaze at me like that,” she whispered.
Jealousy reared its ugly head, and he allowed it to take up one moment of his time with her, before pushing it out of his mind. She deserved better than that.
He knew without a doubt he’d gut the first person who even tried to get a glimpse of her womanly perfection. Dor could not change her past, and he would not want to. He wanted her as she was.
Perfect and pink and his.
“You’re driving me wild. I can hardly keep still.”
“Why keep still, when I so obviously want you, revolko?”
Then he watched a smile blossom across her face, and the air whooshed out of his lungs. His siren beckoned to him, the movement jiggling her large, rounded breasts.
The hardened buds at the tips of each abundant mound seemed to call to him. Fucking hell, could he come from simply looking at her?
Anything was possible.
He was helpless to refuse. But it was her first time, and he had never initiated a virgin. He needed to tread carefully.
Worry must have shown across his features because she reached for him and dropped soothing kisses to his jaw and cheek.