Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Heliodore moved faster than ever before, gripping both of her smooth thighs with both hands. Damn, she was soft and sweet, and too good for a beast like him, but he didn’t give a fuck.
She was his, and he was not letting go. He rose from his position on the mattress and pushed her hand gently, but forcefully, from between her legs.
“Mine,” he growled the word, hardly recognizing the animalistic sound as his voice.
Replacing her fingers with his own was step one of his claim the siren campaign. Next, he thrummed her swollen clit, slamming his lips securely to hers.
She was so fucking sexy. Her passion flared brighter than her eyes, turning him on so damn much, he didn’t think he would last one single second if he were to fill her with his cock right then.
So, he’d wait. It might kill him, but he would wait until after she came at least once. He would have her screaming his name, she bucked wildly against him in all her glory with pure, unadulterated pleasure before he ever took his own release.
Yesssss.
That was exactly what he wanted. Need fueled him, and he kissed her deeper than before. He left no inch of her mouth untouched, all the while his thick digits stroked and circled her silken flesh.
“Dor,” she cried out into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound hungrily.
Daeja moaned, moving in time with his ministrations as he mimicked fucking her with his hand, rocking his hips in time with his ministrations.
He rubbed her in tiny circles, faster and harder, tapping the tiny swollen nubbin with every thrust of his tongue inside her sweet mouth.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
Fingers soaked with her honey, Heliodore swallowed her ecstatic moan as he pushed her over the edge in the first of what was to be many orgasms to come.
Sucking her tongue, he swallowed her cries and wrung out every second of pleasure he could.
Grrr.
He shifted their positions then. Moving them until she was the one flat on the bed, panting as she fought to recover. But he wasn’t about to let her.
Not when he was hungry for a taste and so close to heaven. Draping her splayed legs over his shoulders, he shoved his head between her thighs and breathed in deep.
His Wyvern was hanging on by a thread, and the urge to consume her ran through him. Apparently, Wyverns liked to lick. At least this one did. And what wasn’t to like when she exploded with so many flavors upon his tongue?
Strawberries and cream, cherry pie à la mode, and bubblegum. All his favorites. All his.
Mine.
“You’re so sweet, rosebud,” he growled, spreading her pussy lips to reveal the treasures within.
It was better than he imagined. Pure sex and candy. A sinfully sweet combination liable to blow his mind. Without hesitation, he kept her shocked pink eyes on his while snaking out his tongue—then he ate her with gusto.
“Heliodore,” she arched her back, and grabbed onto his hair.
Tight, a little too tight, but the pain of her hold told him he was right on the money. So he did not stop licking her from anus to clit in great, long laps of his tongue.
Her smooth sex lips were so soft, so fucking sweet, he couldn’t get enough of her. Daeja gasped, hips undulating against him. She moaned loudly in the otherwise empty room, and it echoed in a way that made him want to thump his chest and roar to the world.
Mine.
But his rosebud was no patient observer. Daeja panted and moaned, swiveling, and flexing her gorgeous body as she sought pleasure from his mouth and hands.
Fuck yeah, she was so hot.
He wanted to make her scream, couldn’t wait for her to come again. He thanked the gods for the gift of Daeja, and she was that.
Heliodore knew he would give anything, everything, to be the man to make her come apart in his arms. Anything at all.
Her soft whimpers and pants were like music to his ears. Dor was drowning in the sound, loving every second of it. He added two thick fingers to her swollen, slick heat, pushing inside her velvety softness.
Her walls contracted around his digits, and he growled against her clit, loving her immediate response. Fuck, she was so tiny and hot. He worked his hands in and out, stretching her with each thrust so she would be ready to take him.
Excitement and need pulsed through him as she arched her back clear off the bed, grinding her pussy against his face for more. Dor growled, sending shock waves of vibrations straight through to her core.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, as if she’d heard his thoughts. “More, I want more, Heliodore. Mate.”
The single-syllable word drove him into a frenzy. Her hot sheath squeezed his fingers, and he grunted in approval. The sounds she was making spurred him on, acting like a catalyst to his maneuvers.
He suckled her clit hard while he fucked her with his hand. Cock aching to take the place of those two lucky fingers, he waited until she was just about to fall apart. Then he reared up, thrusting his hips between her spread legs.
Heliodore gripped his cock with one hand. He waited for her eyes to meet his before he allowed his mushroomed head to breach her sopping wet entrance.
“Oh,” they moaned in unison.
Out. In. Withdraw. Thrust. And repeat.
Each time adding one more inch of his thick length before withdrawing from her sweet body. Little by little, he fed her his dick. Prolonging the sweet agony before finally ramming his cock all the way to the hilt.
She was so tight. Her velvet channel squeezed him, welcoming him into her wet heat. One more swirl, one more grind, and Dor pushed her completely over the edge into carnal bliss.
Her resulting moan was loud and guttural as she clamped down hard around his cock. Her orgasm already racing through her.
“S’good, rosebud,” he whispered praises into her ear as her body continued to convulse.
Fuck, she was glorious as she came.
Radiant, breathtaking, and completely fucking his. He rocked into her, slow, deep movements, desperate to touch everywhere he could.
Still, she came, her sex rippled and tightened around him. Each squeeze and stroke sent spikes of pleasure shooting through his body. Being with her was like touching heaven, and his heart pounded with emotion.
Shocked magenta eyes went wide, and her swollen bow of a mouth opened in a silent scream. He only had a second to realize what she was doing when her lips closed over his shoulder.
Daeja bit down. Hard.
The action had him coming fast and furiously. Dor roared at the unexpected tsunami of ecstasy that damn near drowned him.
He was powerless to stop the tide, so he went with it. Drowning in the sweet bliss of her heat. She kept her mouth tight over the wound, lapping at the mark she’d given him, and his heart damn near beat him to death.
By the time he slowed, they were both panting, and his still hard cock was buried so deep within her, he never wanted to leave.
“Mine,” she growled, licking her lips, and making his dick pulse with need.
“Yesss,” he hissed, capturing her mouth in a long, deep kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to move, and he did. This time Dor’s pace was slower, unhurried as he pushed his cock deep, stroking along her walls until he found that perfect spot.
“You’re mine,” he growled against her lips, waiting for her agreement before he moved again.
“Yes,” she nodded, tightening her legs around his waist.
Heliodore grunted, his beast satisfied with the answer. Only then did he continue to love her with his body.
With long, slow strokes, he staked his claim. Making love to Daeja was the sweetest damn bliss he’d ever felt. As the first ripple of her pussy gripped his cock, his balls dragged tight and close against him, desperate to come.
But it wasn’t until she clawed his shoulders that he allowed his own orgasm to race through him.
“Mine,” he growled once, then struck.
Fangs closed over her flesh, he growled in the joy of flavors that burst along his tongue as he claimed her with his bite. The mark just under her left ear, visible to all and sundry—just like he wanted it.
He never said he wasn’t a possessive asshole. Swallowing down her essence, he could hardly believe the profound ecstasy he felt once their matebond surrounded the two of them.
So many questions, so many truths still hidden, but all of it fell away as they gave themselves to each other. Maybe it was the Fates, maybe it was just them, he didn’t know.
Fuck, he didn’t care.
She was his, surely as he was hers. They belonged together. And Heliodore knew he would burn down the whole fucking world if anyone tried to take her from him.
“Mate,” she whispered, and nuzzled his shoulder as he tucked her into his side.
“Mine. My rosebud,” he whispered, kissing her temple, and wrapping her securely in his arms.
Heliodore listened as her breathing slowed while she fell asleep. He held her tight, unable to loosen his arms.
True, he didn’t know what to make of her story. He wasn’t quite sure he believed her fantastic tale of voyaging through space.
Heliodore knew one irrevocable truth, she was his—and he would burn the whole fucking universe to save her.