Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

Heliodore could not wait to get her to his rooms after he’d finished that bastard, Cass Viper.
Once he’d closed the doors, Daeja had jumped him. Her thick thighs had squeezed his waist while he stripped her of her silver suit and tangled his tongue with hers in a duel as old as time.
She was so beautiful and fierce, and his, thank fuck she was his. They hadn’t even made it to the bed, so desperate to reclaim each other after their disagreement.
Fuck, he hated the separation he’d felt between them. Sliding inside her heat, Dor knew there was no place he would rather be.
Together, they reached bliss, reclaimed one another, and strengthened their matebond. He carried her over to their bed, cock still buried deep as they panted, trying to catch their breaths.
“I love you, revolko,” she whispered.
“I love you, too. That was fucking incredible, rosebud. I cannot wait to do it again. Slowly. More thoroughly this time,” he promised, already hardening inside her.
Only, it seemed like every fucking person in New Jersey wanted to talk to his female. The phone was ringing again, and in his frustration, he leaned over and crushed the thing in his hand.
Fuck it. He could get a new one later.
Daeja giggled, her petal pink irises glowing in the darkness of their bedroom. Heliodore caught her lips in a sweet kiss, loving her strawberries and cream flavors and thanking God he’d reinforced his rooms with extra soundproofing.
His mate was a screamer. Something that turned him on to no end.
“I thought you like my noises, revolko.”
“I do. In fact, I want to hear them again,” he growled, thrilled at the way she read his mind through their matebond.
After his other brothers had mated, they’d all put a little extra effort into separating wings of the Wessex estate, to afford them more privacy.
None wanted to leave their father, who had only recently faced a terrible diagnosis, to have it cured by an ancient Egyptian god who was now considered family.
Speak of the demon.
The knock on the door and the distinct scent of peppermint and cinnamon told him Medjed had arrived, and he was not alone.
“Brother of my heart, let me look upon you and your new mate!” Medjed yelled loudly, knocking again.
“Who is that?” Daeja asked, her voice deliciously hoarse from their passionate session.
“A fucking pest, but he won’t go away if we don’t at least say hello,” he growled and slid out of her.
“Okay, but we are not done,” she said, eyes narrowed.
“That’s a promise, rosebud.”
He shrugged on a pair of sweats and handed her a long robe.
“Ah, there you are!”
Medjed’s smile was wide as he took in Heliodore’s tight expression, which eclipsed into a grin for the strange female beside him. She was sporting a baby bump and had pointed ears.
What the fuck?
“Um, Medjed?”
“This is Candy! My mate. And you must be Daeja, many welcomes, sister of my heart!”
“Congratulations, brother. I had no idea you found a mate,” Dor replied, clapping the male on the back.
“Yes. Candy is my heart’s desire. As you can see, the gods have blessed us. My loins are very fertile,” Medjed said proudly.
“Hello and congrats,” Daeja said, eyes dropping to the man’s ridiculously tight, and damn near see-through white pants. Dor growled.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“This is the traditional garb of my mate’s people. The Christmas Elves feel leggings provide the best support, and I agree my man-parts have never been happier,” Medjed stated and smiled wider.
“Um, it is very nice to meet you,” Daeja said, but her eyes were still on Medjed’s legendary dick.
Had Heliodore not owed the man, or demon, or god, or whatever the fuck he was, for saving his father, he would have ripped the fucking thing off.
“Come, let’s take a nap before dinner,” Candy whispered. She snuggled into her mate’s side, clearly exhausted.
“Yes, my love. We will see you tonight,” Medjed stated and lifted his mate into his arms before disappearing down the hall.
“Alright, see you later,” Dor muttered a curse, and closed the door.
“What was that about?” he turned and frowned at his mate.
“What?” Daeja asked.
Her eyes were wide, her pink lips swollen from kissing him. She looked so innocent, too, but he knew she knew exactly what he was talking about.
“You were staring at his junk,” he growled.
“His junk?”
“His cock?”
“I was not!”
“You were!”
Dor snorted, but he had to admit Medjed’s cock was pretty fucking impressive. Seeing the humongous thing outlined in white leggings took a moment to get used to.
Hell, even he stared a second or two. No matter who admitted it or not, all guys sized up the competition.
Shit.
He knew he had his rosebud’s heart, but he wanted her attention, all of it, on him. Only him.
Possessive much? Yep. You better believe it.
Being mated had in no way calmed the urge to maim or kill everyone who looked at her.
“I admit, revolko, I found his garb interesting, and I was caught off guard, but this,” she whispered and grabbed his length in her warm hands, “is the only cock I am interested in.”
Fuck.
When in the hell had she dipped inside his pants? Fuck if he knew. His woman was full of surprises.
Those pleasure pods were so fucking worth it, he thought as she dropped to her knees and showed him exactly how interesting she found his cock.
Of course, the second her plump pink lips closed around his mushroomed head, that was the last thought to enter Heliodore’s brain for a very long while.
Just like that, everything else fell away. Daeja’s pink head bent forward as she sucked on his pulsating dick. Her mouth was so hot and wet. She took him inside like she was born to.
Using her tongue, teeth, nails, and lips, she bobbed up and down, taking him down her throat until he thought he would die from pleasure.
“Come here,” he growled, lifting her up and parting her robe in one bold move.
“Yes,” she moaned, opening her legs wide for him as he laid her down on the bed.
“So pale and pink, so perfect, rosebud.”
“Revolko, please,” she moaned.
He fucking loved it when she called him that. Heliodore lined the broad head of his shaft against her entrance, allowing her pussy to kiss the tip.
“On Drakeinan, when we find our mates, we not only claim them with our bodies and our bites,” she gasped as he pushed in a little more.
“No?”
“No. We use words as well. Do you claim me, mate? In all ways.”
“Yes,” he growled against her mouth, stuffing her full of his dick. “I claim you, Daeja. You are mine and I am yours, My kevola, always,” he groaned as he withdrew then buried himself to the hilt.
Heliodore relished the delicious shudder that rippled through her body. All through that night, he proved to his mate they belonged to one another.
He claimed her with his body, his bite, and his words.
“I am your revolko and you are my kevola.”
“Yes!”
“I love you, Daeja,” he whispered against her lips, feeling her smile before he saw it.
“Yes,” she said, “I love you, too, Heliodore.”
Their matebond seemed to strengthen around them with the proclamation, and Heliodore had never felt such peace within himself as he did in that moment.
It did not hurt one bit that his pink-haired mate was just as bloodthirsty as him. The sound of a fight erupting from the direction of the kitchen reminded him of their forty-something houseguests.
While Dor would never scold a female, he did not mind watching as his mate took them to task for misbehaving.
It seemed the Drakein females had lived in the shadow of the males on the planet for too long. They were thrilled at the prospect of overseeing their own fates, but they had some things to learn.
Things he and his brothers, as the heirs of the Flamebound Clan, and their sassy and brilliant mates, were all too happy to teach them.
Meeting Daeja’s apakein had worried him at first, but once the older man had seen his love for his granddaughter, he offered his heartfelt congratulations.
Even better was when Arthur Wessex had offered his guesthouse to the male, which made his Daeja’s face glow and her eyes sparkle like rubies.
Damn, he was one lucky bastard.
“You are lucky, revolko, but so am I,” Daeja said and kissed him before jumping up to dress. “Come with me. I need French fries, and while we wait, we can settle this matter between the females. From what I can hear, Melia has eaten the last of the coo-kies.”
Heliodore stood to go with her. No one knew better than he that coming between a female Drakein and her rations was not a good thing. A resounding roar followed another crash, and he and Daeja rushed to the kitchen.
He grinned as she took the two warring females to task. His beautiful kevola looked amazing, all pink with fury as she told them to respect their home.
He really was blessed to have her. Oh, they had a long way to go, and much to teach each other, but life was an adventure.
Dor was head over heels for his mate, and lucky as fuck he got to share his adventure with her. His kevola.
Mine.
The end.