All Chapters of Wyvern Protection Unit: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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 eve

One Day Later…Bunches of snowflakes swirled around in happy little dances and gentle winter breezes that only seemed to exist within the protective bubble of Santa’s Magical Village. Like they had minds of their own, the little gangs of frosty crystals flittered hither and yon, making folks giggle in delight as they were wont to do within the confines of that top secret place where only a select few were privileged to dwell.The winds outside the protective shield were not the same. Oh no. In the actual North Pole, the weather raged on as blizzard conditions continued to grow more and more hazardous in the human world.Of course, that was beyond their borders, but it was cause for worry. After all, it was Christmas Eve. Candy Kane bit her lip. She could hardly comprehend this was the same snow that had nearly buried her alive a mere day ago.But what did she expect? Then again, she never was much of a rule follower. Going out into the human world, following astronomical signs, and

“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 li

Two days ago in the Magical Christmas Village…“Candy Margaret Kane, come back here!” yelled Mrs. Stripes.But she was too late. Candy had already rushed out the back door. The young Christmas Elf just had to make a break for it. The time to act was now.Santa’s Magical Christmas Village, aka the North Pole, only existed on the earthly plane for one week out of every human calendar year. The days leading up to Christmas Eve were filled with hustle and bustle.It truly was the busiest season for all Christmas Elves. There was a ton of work to be done, but Candy Kane had other things on her mind besides tinsel and presents.She had already squandered half her time doing the same old chores. Candy was a helper. That was not an official title, but as she had yet to choose a specialty, she went where she was needed.Research and development, building toys, wrapping gifts, even fetching cocoa and cookies, etc. There was a plethora of jobs to choose from. She was just waiting for someth

After walking for an entire day, Candy could not believe her eyes. Was she hallucinating? If she was…holy fluffin’ snow berries, was this a good one!Nervous little lightning strikes of awareness zipped and zapped up and down her spine. The cave should have been dark, the walls covered in ice, but he had a nice fire going, and had hung plastic to block the wind so it was already toasty and warm inside.The firelight reflected off the icicles hanging from the ceiling, and the effect was breathtaking. Like a thousand little glowing candles were lit all around them.Holy fluffernutters was he smokin’!“Hello, I’m Candy,” she said, breaking the silence, and with any luck, the strange man’s impossibly direct stare.The breathless quality her voice had adapted startled her. She was no simpering maid, but snowballs, did she sound like one. It was the regular way to start a conversation, but she could hardly expect anything to be regular when she stood in the face of such devastatingly ha