Page 28 of Thrilled By Her Protector

“You should be in bed.”

“Yes, I should,” she whispered, and fuck, if she didn’t sway closer to him.

“Jenn, I can’t hold back much longer. If you want to go. Go now,” he said bluntly.

He was hanging on to his beast by a thread. Every instinct he had demanded he claim her now. But Zircon was made up of more than instincts. He loved this woman, and he would never force her into a situation. Not ever. And fuck what his Wyvern thought about that.

Yes, he was determined to win her, but Zircon wanted her for the long haul. Not a frantic hour or two between the sheets. But he was only a man, and how long could he hold out before he gave in to his baser needs? Shit. What was she playing at?

His beast wanted to claim her now. He wanted to roar and shoot fire from his maw. He wanted to pull down all her walls and barricades. Call lightning to him as he unleashed hell on the blockade she’d erected around her heart. All he wanted was everything from her. But he swore to the gods he would give her everything he was in return.

Didn’t she know he couldn’t live without her? Zircon was holding himself together by a thread. She couldn’t understand what she was doing, could she?

“Jenn,” he said her name in warning.

Her luminous eyes looked into his as she moved closer. He must be dreaming, he mused. Zircon closed his eyes, blocking out the sight before he did something stupid like grab her and crush her body to his.

“Conny, look at me,” she commanded, and he was helpless to disobey.

“Jenn,” he warned a second time.

“You said I should be in bed, Conny. Will you take me?”

“To bed?”

“Yes. Your bed. Take me to your bed, Conny. Please,” she begged, and all thoughts of resisting flew right the fuck out the window.

Zircon’s gaze slid over her from head to foot before he pulled his attention back to her big brown eyes. She was telling the truth about wanting him to take her to bed. He could hear it ringing in her voice, all deep and husky with need. The scent of her arousal was making him swoon, and Zircon knew resistance was futile.

Jennifer belonged to him, and he to her. That was how it worked with fated mates. He’d been strong for so long, but he did not have it in him to be without her tonight. No, not tonight. Not anymore.

He nuzzled her face, softly brushing his cheek against hers, then forehead, and his nose. Finally, he teased her mouth with his lips, mingling their breaths, making her chase him. Jennifer whimpered, pushing her full-breasted body against his, and fuck, but she felt good. All warm and soft curves, her hands clutching at his shoulders. She made him feel like ten times a man, and he loved it, loved her.

“I could get drunk on you, Jenn,” he whispered, still teasing her lips with the promise of kisses to come.

It was heady and erotic, a dangerous game for sure. Her chest reverberated with her Owl’s hiss and Zircon grinned.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Kiss me,” she begged.

“I will. Don’t rush me.”

“Stop fucking around, Conny. Kiss. Me. Now,” she demanded.

Her brows were furrowed, and her breathing labored. Oh, but he had her riled up, alright. He liked her that way. Off balance and filled with passion. Jennifer was always so collected and well put together. Conny got a rush, knowing he was the only man who could provoke her to this level of heightened agitation.

“Anything you want, baby. You just had to ask,” he replied.

“Con—”

But he was already crushing her mouth beneath his, stopping her before she could fire off a retort. Zircon’s stomach did somersaults as he kissed her good and well before allowing her to come up for air. She was gasping, hanging on to him for support, but he gave her no time to collect herself. He wanted her needy and clinging to him.

Scooping her off her feet was easy. She wrapped her legs around him on instinct, and he growled and held her by the sweet globes of her ripe ass. His Jenn was all woman. Curvy and delicious, he could not wait to strip her down so he could properly worship every single inch of her delectable body.

She moaned and pressed her core to the bulge threatening to destroy his jeans, and he growled, nipping her neck.

“Behave, Jenn, or by the gods, I’ll fuck you right here in the hallway.”

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