Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 78: Chapter 78
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Poor Jolly squeaked loudly before shoving her aside and jumping back. Candy closed her eyes and growled at the very same moment his spicy cinnamon gummy bear scent wafted into her nostrils.
Damn the man for being so yummy! She stifled the need to moan aloud and ignored the way her girly bits seemed to jump up and wave, begging for attention.
Who knew former virginal Christmas Elves could be positively sluttatsic when it came to their mates?
Oh well, she could ponder that question later. Right then, she had a dirty rat to deal with, but the pain in her heart stabbed at her till it was difficult to breathe.
No way. She was so not doing this. Candy pushed her tiny bundle into Jolly’s trembling hands, then gathered all the courage her Granny Elf had always said she possessed and faced him. Shoulders straight, head high, she narrowed her eyes and pointed a glitter painted fingernail at the tall, handsome as sin male.
“Don’t you dare call me that,” she growled, placing her other hand on her hip.
The sight of him was almost too much for her to take. He was too good looking to be true. She wanted to sigh and swoon but would never give the two-timing yellow-snow crunching hoof-licker the satisfaction!
“Candy Kane, as your mate I command you to tell me why you left?” Medjed asked through tight lips as he stood, ever the mighty warrior, with one hand on his waist, his regal head held high, and a wicked-looking sword gripped tightly in his other hand, pointed right at Jolly.
Damn, but he looked better than a lit up Christmas tree, all decked out in his bright white hi-tech polar gear. The ultra-expensive fabric molded to his almost seven-foot tall frame, perfectly outlining his sublime physique, and making her mouth water.
“You command me? Get a grip! And put your sword down, for snowflake’s sake! He is my friend,” she hissed at him and ignored the shockwave that zipped through her when his glittering dark eyes met hers.
Candy sucked in a fortifying breath and waited as heat and recognition flared to life between them. It was to be expected, she supposed. After all, they had already consummated their relationship only hours ago, sealing what she’d thought was a lifelong bond. Naturally, her body and her magic still wanted him.
Traitor!
She wanted to shout, but she bit her lip instead in order to steel herself against his wily ways. She had to remember she wasn’t his only love. And that was unforgiveable.
“Candy,” he said and stepped forward, “what happened?” he asked, the sincere expression on his face, riling her temper even more.
“How did you find me?” she countered.
“Of course I would find you. You are my mate. But I came back from checking on the weather, and you were gone!” he roared.
“Of course, I was gone! After what you said!”
“What did I say?” he asked and attempted to get closer to her.
But too bad for Medjed, the mighty butt-faced warrior! Her fellow Elves had rallied and were now closing ranks around her.
“Back up, sir. Candy is one of ours. I am sure we can talk this out without getting physical,” Jolly said, and she winced as she heard his soft little gulp at the end.
“I would move if I were you. No one will take my mate from me,” Medjed growled, narrowing eyes that glittered dangerously.
He was about half a second away from going nuclear on the lot of them, and Candy could not have that. She noted the telltale sign of his nostrils flaring and the tension in his jaws. He was scary, true, but Christmas Elves were made of stouter stuff than that.
“Do not move another step closer,” Jolly squeaked,
Take that, Candy thought, so proud of her typically timid brethren. Or, well, she was proud of them, for as long as their stance lasted, which was about thirty-seven seconds.
“I suggest you do not come between us again, little one,” Medjed growled, and the very air around him seemed to tremble with power.
Sigh.
One by one, her fellow Elves moved away, spurred on by Medjed’s intense growling and angry stare. Finally, only poor Jolly was left.
Medjed’s eyes were a deep, blood red in his anger. Somehow, he’d conjured fierce winds filled with glittering gold sand circling overhead, despite the magical shield protecting their village. Crap. He really was spitting mad.
But why should he be? He was the one who wronged her! Still, it was unfair of Candy to expect her much smaller, redheaded friend to take the heat. She had to do this herself.
“Back off, Medjed,” she said, pushing Jolly behind her.
“Explain what I did wrong. Tell me why you left,” he demanded.
“I heard you on the phone. Heard those things you said. Why are you even here?” she asked, her heart breaking. “Just go back to her, your first love, your Carolina!”
“What?” he asked and had the nerve to sound confused. “You are my only love, sweet Candy mine! I have said this,” he growled, and nodded as if his words were the end all.
“Oh, no you don’t. None of that, I have said this jingle balls nonsense, Medjed. I mean it!” Candy stomped her feet angrily at him.
“Candy, language,” scolded Jolly.
His voice was a mere whisper, but she heard it, despite the loud gasping of the assorted Elves. They were clearly astonished at her swearing, but she was too far gone to give a penguin fart about them.
Her heart was broken. Bro-ken. For fluff’s sake, didn’t anyone care?
“I heard you talking to that woman, and you said you would never forget her. That she was your first mate!”
“What? I never said that,” he growled.
“You said that meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“No, I did not. You misunderstand—”
“I don’t want to hear it, you, you, you, two-timing cinnamon-scented piece of reindeer fodder! You can just suck my mistletoe!” Candy shouted.
Tears burned her eyes, but she was really mad now, She turned her hand and pointed at him with her finger—yes, that one. Medjed had steam coming out of his ears and everyone gasped.
“First, I would be happy to suck any part of you, mate,” he whispered, but she knew her pointy-eared brethren were more than capable of hearing what he said.
Oh, jingle balls, she groaned as her body responded to his seductive tone.
“Second, my sweet, you have misunderstood the phone call. But I will clear this up—”
“It’s too late,” she murmured, hating herself for wanting to forgive him.
How could he still make her feel like this? Like a marshmallow in a cup of steaming cocoa, all gooey and hot inside.
Sigh.
She was a mixed up ball of confusion inside, but one look at her Elvish brethren and their unexpected rally of support, and Candy knew she could not just leave it like this. She deserved an explanation.
Even if it broke her heart.
Damn the man for being so yummy! She stifled the need to moan aloud and ignored the way her girly bits seemed to jump up and wave, begging for attention.
Who knew former virginal Christmas Elves could be positively sluttatsic when it came to their mates?
Oh well, she could ponder that question later. Right then, she had a dirty rat to deal with, but the pain in her heart stabbed at her till it was difficult to breathe.
No way. She was so not doing this. Candy pushed her tiny bundle into Jolly’s trembling hands, then gathered all the courage her Granny Elf had always said she possessed and faced him. Shoulders straight, head high, she narrowed her eyes and pointed a glitter painted fingernail at the tall, handsome as sin male.
“Don’t you dare call me that,” she growled, placing her other hand on her hip.
The sight of him was almost too much for her to take. He was too good looking to be true. She wanted to sigh and swoon but would never give the two-timing yellow-snow crunching hoof-licker the satisfaction!
“Candy Kane, as your mate I command you to tell me why you left?” Medjed asked through tight lips as he stood, ever the mighty warrior, with one hand on his waist, his regal head held high, and a wicked-looking sword gripped tightly in his other hand, pointed right at Jolly.
Damn, but he looked better than a lit up Christmas tree, all decked out in his bright white hi-tech polar gear. The ultra-expensive fabric molded to his almost seven-foot tall frame, perfectly outlining his sublime physique, and making her mouth water.
“You command me? Get a grip! And put your sword down, for snowflake’s sake! He is my friend,” she hissed at him and ignored the shockwave that zipped through her when his glittering dark eyes met hers.
Candy sucked in a fortifying breath and waited as heat and recognition flared to life between them. It was to be expected, she supposed. After all, they had already consummated their relationship only hours ago, sealing what she’d thought was a lifelong bond. Naturally, her body and her magic still wanted him.
Traitor!
She wanted to shout, but she bit her lip instead in order to steel herself against his wily ways. She had to remember she wasn’t his only love. And that was unforgiveable.
“Candy,” he said and stepped forward, “what happened?” he asked, the sincere expression on his face, riling her temper even more.
“How did you find me?” she countered.
“Of course I would find you. You are my mate. But I came back from checking on the weather, and you were gone!” he roared.
“Of course, I was gone! After what you said!”
“What did I say?” he asked and attempted to get closer to her.
But too bad for Medjed, the mighty butt-faced warrior! Her fellow Elves had rallied and were now closing ranks around her.
“Back up, sir. Candy is one of ours. I am sure we can talk this out without getting physical,” Jolly said, and she winced as she heard his soft little gulp at the end.
“I would move if I were you. No one will take my mate from me,” Medjed growled, narrowing eyes that glittered dangerously.
He was about half a second away from going nuclear on the lot of them, and Candy could not have that. She noted the telltale sign of his nostrils flaring and the tension in his jaws. He was scary, true, but Christmas Elves were made of stouter stuff than that.
“Do not move another step closer,” Jolly squeaked,
Take that, Candy thought, so proud of her typically timid brethren. Or, well, she was proud of them, for as long as their stance lasted, which was about thirty-seven seconds.
“I suggest you do not come between us again, little one,” Medjed growled, and the very air around him seemed to tremble with power.
Sigh.
One by one, her fellow Elves moved away, spurred on by Medjed’s intense growling and angry stare. Finally, only poor Jolly was left.
Medjed’s eyes were a deep, blood red in his anger. Somehow, he’d conjured fierce winds filled with glittering gold sand circling overhead, despite the magical shield protecting their village. Crap. He really was spitting mad.
But why should he be? He was the one who wronged her! Still, it was unfair of Candy to expect her much smaller, redheaded friend to take the heat. She had to do this herself.
“Back off, Medjed,” she said, pushing Jolly behind her.
“Explain what I did wrong. Tell me why you left,” he demanded.
“I heard you on the phone. Heard those things you said. Why are you even here?” she asked, her heart breaking. “Just go back to her, your first love, your Carolina!”
“What?” he asked and had the nerve to sound confused. “You are my only love, sweet Candy mine! I have said this,” he growled, and nodded as if his words were the end all.
“Oh, no you don’t. None of that, I have said this jingle balls nonsense, Medjed. I mean it!” Candy stomped her feet angrily at him.
“Candy, language,” scolded Jolly.
His voice was a mere whisper, but she heard it, despite the loud gasping of the assorted Elves. They were clearly astonished at her swearing, but she was too far gone to give a penguin fart about them.
Her heart was broken. Bro-ken. For fluff’s sake, didn’t anyone care?
“I heard you talking to that woman, and you said you would never forget her. That she was your first mate!”
“What? I never said that,” he growled.
“You said that meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“No, I did not. You misunderstand—”
“I don’t want to hear it, you, you, you, two-timing cinnamon-scented piece of reindeer fodder! You can just suck my mistletoe!” Candy shouted.
Tears burned her eyes, but she was really mad now, She turned her hand and pointed at him with her finger—yes, that one. Medjed had steam coming out of his ears and everyone gasped.
“First, I would be happy to suck any part of you, mate,” he whispered, but she knew her pointy-eared brethren were more than capable of hearing what he said.
Oh, jingle balls, she groaned as her body responded to his seductive tone.
“Second, my sweet, you have misunderstood the phone call. But I will clear this up—”
“It’s too late,” she murmured, hating herself for wanting to forgive him.
How could he still make her feel like this? Like a marshmallow in a cup of steaming cocoa, all gooey and hot inside.
Sigh.
She was a mixed up ball of confusion inside, but one look at her Elvish brethren and their unexpected rally of support, and Candy knew she could not just leave it like this. She deserved an explanation.
Even if it broke her heart.
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