Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

It was the most profound moment of his entire existence.
Medjed felt her walls tighten as she sheathed his cock, stroking his incredible girth and length perfectly until every last bit of him was encompassed by her heat.
They moaned in unison, and he cupped her face, shocked as the thread of her life seemed to wind itself around his, intertwining their destinies and binding them together.
“You feel that too, don’t you, rohi?” he whispered, the moment too sacred for loud words.
“Yes, oh yes,” she murmured, her green eyes blurring as tears filled them.
“Do not cry, my love. I will make you feel good,” he told her.
“That is not why I am crying. Oh Medjed, this feels so good. I never dreamed,” she moaned when his cock twitched, and rolled her hips, sucking him deeper.
“I know, sweet. But together, we will make new dreams.”
Holy hell, the woman was a natural at this. At taking him and making him feel pleasure. It was as if she were made for him. And wasn’t she, though?
“Mine,” he grunted as he pressed deep within her heat.
The primal word was possessive as hell, but Medjed could not help himself. To regain control, he froze, pressing his forehead against hers to give her a moment to adjust.
But Candy was not having that. She gripped his hips, her nails scoring the flesh on his gluteus maximus, and he grinned.
“Please,” she begged, urging him on.
“Anything for you,” he told her and meant it.
He’d planned on going slow, on loving his mate at a steady pace until she was ready and accustomed to him. Once he buried himself within her slick heat, there was no stopping the need to drive home.
Instinct took over, and Medjed wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. Thank goodness his mate felt the same. Feeling her velvet vise gripping him was like no other satisfaction he had ever claimed as his own.
Of course it wasn’t. She was his fated mate. His one and only destined to be at his side for eternity. The thought sent lightning bolts of ecstasy careening through him.
“My rohi,” he growled as he pumped his hips harder and faster, building to that furious pace they both needed.
Candy whimpered, clutching him lovingly as she arched into him, her breasts smashed against his chest. Fuck, he loved this. Loved the way her long legs wrapped around him.
Medjed mashed his mouth to hers, invading her with his tongue as his cock found her core perfectly with each slip, grind, slide, and flex of his hips. An avalanche of feelings came crashing through his system.
Some hers, mostly his, and Medjed was overwhelmed and overjoyed to say the least. Magic and destiny were all well and good, but what he felt was more profound than any of those.
Medjed felt love blossoming within him, rising like the tide. Unstoppable. A force of nature. And all for her.
It was as if they were the only two beings in the universe. He supposed they were right then, close as two people could be in that shelter they had created within the cave.
Finding her pleasure, giving her more than she could bear, and even more still, was his only goal. She was his reason, his sole purpose for being, he knew that with every cell in his body.
The feeling was indescribable.
“Candy, need you, mate,” he said, chanting her name as the first waves of pleasure began to pulse and crash through his blood, starting in his balls and shooting through his cock as he sprayed his seed deep within her womb.
For the first time during sex, Medjed thought of young. The possibility that with his mate he could learn to be a father was so damn humble, and something he wanted so badly, he cried out with pleasure at the prospect.
“Good girl, rohi. That’s it, take me, take me deep,” he commanded as her sex squeezed him and they both tumbled over the edge of glory.
There was so much to be grateful for, so much to look forward to, after an eternity of being alone and untethered, Medjed had found his rohi.
He would live for her and for them, for the matebond that pulsed and grew with every thrust of his sex into her hot core.
“Medjed,” she cried his name as her own orgasm swept her away and together, they panted loudly, clinging to one another with all their strength.
Her fierce completion propelled him further, and still, he moved, ringing out every ounce of pleasure until they reached heights he had never imagined possible.
It was the most fantastic coming together he had ever experienced, and he wasn’t finished with her. He would never be finished with his own sweet Candy Kane.
Universes died and were born within the moments he found bliss inside her welcoming heat, and he rejoiced in knowing that he would get to experience more of the same for all time. It would only get better between them.
She was his rohi, and he was hers in every way that counted. He pledged his heart, mind, soul, and body to hers forever and ever.
The taste of evergreen and cranberries would forever be stamped upon his mind, body, and heart. Still, he wanted more.
His body reflected that, and within moments, he grew hard again. Candy’s lust-glazed eyes flashed, and her mouth parted on a sigh as he thrust shallowly, rocking her into her next orgasm.
He was greedy for her. He wanted more of those pants and moans, of her tight little sex wrapped around him. He would never not want her, he realized as he cupped her face and kissed her, flexing his hips until she rode out every last wave of her orgasm.
Medjed wanted more. He wanted it all. He wanted his Candy. Forever.