Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

“Please, mate. Come with me. My sweet Candy, let me explain,” he said in that gravelly, softly accented voice she had fallen in love with.
It was the sexiest damn thing she had ever heard. Especially when he whispered to her in Ancient Egyptian, his lips pressed against her earlobe while he did deliciously naughty things to her no-longer-virginal self.
Good tidings, indeed.
The deep, dulcet tones elicited visions of the euphoric bliss she’d found in his large, muscular arms on the bed they’d made inside the cave out in the wilderness. They’d spent countless hours making love, simply mesmerized by the newness of their finding one another—or, well, at least she had felt that way. She was not so sure about him.
Candy had technically been a virgin, and learning every nuance and memorizing each and every sigh and groan was something she’d taken to right away. She’d given herself to him, sworn eternal loyalty and love and had thought he’d felt the same.
Sniff.
Then it all went splat like a snowball landing on hell’s doorstep!
“No, Medjed, I won’t go with you ever again,” she answered, and her heart constricted in pain at her cold response.
Christmas Elves might be used to wintry weather, but her heart had never felt so frozen. Still, it was the only way. She had to try to hold on to her integrity. After all, she wasn’t a plaything.
She was a living, breathing she-Elf with a beating heart and a soul that needed and deserved to be treated with honesty and respect. And love, most of all love.
Was she so naïve she’d confused sex with love? But she’d been so very certain he was the man her Granny Elf had predicted she’d find all those years ago. But one question remained. How could Medjed be her mate if he had another?
“Don’t say that, rohi, please,” he begged, and went to reach for her, but she stepped back, bumping into Jolly.
It hurt to hear him use the nickname he’d given her at first sight. The way it rolled off his tongue, sweet as a lark’s song, melted her insides until she was a puddle of goo at his size thirteen feet.
Rohi was Egyptian for “my soul” and it had made her feel so very special when he’d explained that she was a part of him. Now she wondered how many other pieces of his soul were out there.
“Chirp!”
At that exact moment, Fluffy, the baby penguin she’d saved, leaped out of Jolly’s hands, and landed on the floor. The little bird’s whimpers and cries would be ignored no more.
“Fluffy,” Candy called, but the chick scampered across the floor quick as her little webbed feet could run straight to Medjed’s arms. The exact same place Candy wished she could go.
The little traitor.
Candy sucked in a breath at the sharp sting of betrayal she felt, however brief, at the penguin chick’s obvious lack of loyalty.
But what did she expect?
The warrior of Osiris practically exuded heat. He was like a living furnace, for fluff’s sake! Even the tiny helpless chick knew he was bigger, braver, and stronger than everyone else there.
Naturally, she sought him out for protection. He was the logical choice to when it came to choosing someone to provide for you. Everything inside of Candy approved, but she couldn’t let this go.
What kind of life could they have if he belonged to another? Candy’s heart squeezed inside her chest, her emotions matching the ferocity of the blizzard raging beyond the village’s borders. The Fates must hate her! How could she continue this way? Living without him was sure to kill her. But what choice did she have? Did he expect her to share him?
There was no fluffin’ chance of that! She huffed and watched as he cradled the tiny chick to his chest. Dammit. Why did he have to be so endearing?
“Hello there, small flightless bird,” Medjed cooed and tucked Fluffy against his large, warm body, holding the baby penguin with gentle hands.
Egads, those hands of his were pure magic. Candy knew all too well just what they were capable of. Incredible tenderness, rousing passion, inciting infernos of desire with every swipe—no, she should not be thinking about smexy times.
So, what if those hands had traced and caressed every inch of her curvaceous frame just hours ago, making her moan with inexplicable delight at the pleasure he brought her?
Jingle balls, Candy, get a grip! She scolded herself.
Her body hummed with memories of the time they had spent in the tiny little cavern they’d sheltered in while the snowstorm howled and battered against their shelter. They’d been safe in their cocoon of love.
But was it love or was it just seduction on his part?
If only she knew.
Sad sigh.
Candy was hundreds of years old, but still, she was so fluffin’ green when it came to males. Elves aged differently than normals, so that was to be expected, but Medjed was not human. He was supernatural, like her, only not the virginal part.
So, yes, she was a virgin until he’d claimed her as his own, but maybe that meant something different to the Ancient Egyptian Demon-Demigod-Warrior-Dude-Man-Mate-Lover, er, um, thing? How else could he justify having another mate somewhere else?
Okay, fine.
She did not know what to call him, but Candy was not so naïve as to not recognize Medjed was pretty much built for sex. He had the most incredible physique.
Like mega hot.
Novice though she might have been, Candy was well aware of one fact the books had gotten right. Medjed the Mighty was infamous for that most masculine part of him, and yes, it was for a good reason.
He had, by far, the longest, thickest, most magnificently curved, ridged with just the right amount of veins, virile, everlasting, splendidly sublime cock—definitely worthy of the moniker megladong—that Candy had ever seen.
Holy. Fluffin’. Snowflakes. Home slice was HUNG.
Okay, so yeah, she’d seen her fair share of erotic movies, or, er porn. She was an Elf not a Saint. Elvish bachelorette parties were remarkably similar to human traditions, though in Candy’s opinion supernaturals were far superior in the package department.
Elves came in many shapes and sizes, but Christmas Elves were very close in both to normals. Hence, their preference for their traditional entertainment—like pornography.
Anyway, how she got off on that tangent, she did not know. Candy only knew Medjed had, indeed, earned the nickname sword of the ancient Egyptian underworld for more than his prowess with his khopesh—the large, curved blade he expertly wielded in battle.
It was the same reason his hieroglyph resembled a large phallus. Okay, fine. It looked like a dildo.
Giggle. Snort.
No, wait—this was not funny. He was still a two-timing, yellow snow licking, butt muncher! And unfortunately, Candy’s heart was still broken into tiny bits.
She worked on getting her thoughts organized. Then her eyes snapped to his.
“Where are the dogs?” she asked distractedly, looking behind him for any sign of the team of Huskies that she’d grown to love.
“They are fine, rohi,” he replied and smiled warmly.
Like he was pleased by her question. Candy grunted. She wanted to kick him in the shins.
“Some of your friends took them from me outside and promised to feed and water them. I trust they will be cared for.”
Medjed spoke calmly and assuredly, as if he knew how much it meant to her to hear the four-legged fur babies were safe. Her pulse raced, and she swallowed, trying to hold on to her hurt.
It was no big deal. She loved animals. It was an easy enough guess to figure she’d be worried.
“Yeah, the Elves will take fine care of them.”
Candy exhaled and turned her face as his liquid eyes lifted. They were the most intriguing color she had ever seen, always changing. Sometimes black, sometimes gold, with swirling magic glittering inside them.
She could not meet his unrelenting stare, knowing instinctively she would crumble if she did. Medjed had the most infuriating way of seeing exactly what it was she wanted whenever he looked at her.
Of course, what she mostly wanted during her time with him was to have the man naked and making love with her. The wonderful bliss she experienced in his arms had been better than anything she had ever known.
“Please, rohi, let us go somewhere to talk.”
Jingle balls, she was so screwed.
She had snagged a kiss or two under the mistletoe after so many hundreds of holiday office parties, but Candy had never felt that lightning strike with anyone but him. What could she say? She was a hopeless romantic.
She had waited her whole life for her mate. Had saved herself for her one and only. But why in the wintry fluffy flurry would her one and only already have a mate? Did the Fates hate her or something?
Pain rocked her to her core, and she wanted to cry, but held herself together.
That no good toffee-toothed snow blower!
How had she come to love him so completely in so short a time? And he’d lied to her! Completely pulled the wool over her dazzled and gullible gumdrop green eyes—she knew from others that hers were that particular color. It was kind of fitting for an Elf named Candy.
But whatever. None of that mattered in the face of her misery. Candy bit her lip and exhaled through her nose.
“Please don’t gnaw your soft lips that way, rohi. You will do yourself injury, and I cannot abide that,” Medjed said, his cinnamon scent growing stronger.
Candy gasped, realizing he had blurred across the distance and was now right in front of her. The big, sexy, bronze-skinned warrior was so close, she swayed on her feet, drawn into the magnetic pull she’d only experience with him.
“How did he get there?”
“The guy blinked!”
“That is so hot!”
“Check out his assets in those snow pants!”
Her fellow Elves needed to learn to whisper, she thought grumpily. Candy turned to give the two she-Elves nearest her—the ones who were currently checking out his taut bottom in the tight white ski pants—the stink eye.
“Back off!” Candy growled at them.
She winced when she heard a similar sound from Fluffy, who was also protective of the male, especially since she was currently nestled in Medjed’s hands.
Their little penguin chick was quite possessive of the Egyptian warrior. Almost as much as Candy was—if only she had the right to be.
She still could not believe what she’d heard with her own pointy ears. Medjed was a liar. He belonged to another.
“Rohi, please⁠—”
“No, I won’t be just another flake on your mountain of snow,” she replied miserably.
The sudden hush of whispers amongst the Elves had Candy turning her attention away from the cause of her heartbreak.
Uh oh.
“What is going on here? My Elves, why is no one working? We have to get ready. It is almost time,” a large booming voice called out, and Candy looked up to find a pair of twinkling blue eyes staring right at her.
“Is that him?” Medjed whispered suddenly right next to her, and she slapped a hand over his mouth and nodded.
It really was him.
Her boss.
The big man himself.