C.D. Gorri

A holiday assignment turns into so much more for this grumpy Wyvern.

It’s the holiday season, but instead of snowboarding and doing shots of cinnamon vodka off his favorite bartender, Jasper Wessex is given the assignment from hell—literally.
Protect a woman on the run from a minor Egyptian Demon--um… who the what now?
He wants nothing more than to pass on this nut-ball case till he opens her file. Struck dumb by her picture, his Wyvern scratches against his skin. He can’t resist the owner of those flashing blue eyes.
Carolina Moore is in danger. Home from an archeological dig, she’s brought back a seriously unfortunate souvenir--an ancient Egyptian Demon who thinks she is his property!
Luckily, she has a friend who has contacts with the mysterious Wyvern Protection Unit. But what can she do when her protector poses more of a threat than the Demon she’s running from?


Wyvern Protection Unit

Heliodore didn’t know how long he could hold out. Fuck. How could she stand it?


Flashes of lust, need, and desire crashed against him like relentless waves against the shore with the force of a fucking hurricane.


His cock throbbed, and he snarled when she tensed as another hit her badly. Fuck this, he thought and lifted her.


Standing, he cradled her in his arms, not-so-secretly thrilled when she pressed her chest to his, and he felt the hardened nipples rub against him.


Fuck, she said planet. He knew she did. Heliodore had to ask her about stuff. Knew he needed answers, but what could he do?


Dor also knew beyond a doubt she was his. And he knew what happened to females who went into their heat. Without a male to see her through, the pain would be unbearable.


So, did he need answers? Yes. but later. Much later.


Chapter Nineteen