Brida Pact

by Leora Gonzales

  “You have fangs! Why didn’t I know you had fangs? Is it a Skrammon breed trait?” she asked while he stood completely still, letting her touch his face.

  “Yes it is. We are fighters and sometimes we use our teeth in hand-to-hand combat. They are intimidating to our enemies as well,” he said, flashing them again for her to see more clearly.

  Nodding now in understanding, she let go of his face and he relaxed. Not wanting to lose the moment, she held his hand in hers.

  “Is that why you don’t smile?” she asked.

  He nodded while still appearing slightly uncomfortable. “We also do not have much to smile about, Poppy. You seem happy all the time…this is new to many of us. I do not remember the last time I laughed before you arrived.” His voice had lowered as if he had finally realized what she had been trying to explain to them about raising her children.

  “What is going on here?” The booming question came from a couple feet away.

  “Wheaton!” Poppy yelled, launching herself at him. Practically climbing his body in an effort to reach his lips for a kiss, she felt his arms come around her and squeeze tight. She saw Behyr, was now standing at attention with all emotion wiped from his face. Hands folded behind his back, he resembled a soldier standing at perfect attention. In her excitement at seeing Wheaton, she hadn’t realized how pissed-off he was. Now she did. She saw him glaring at a warrior who had once been a friend, but who, if he didn’t step back from his bride, would be a dead warrior.

  “Don’t you dare yell at me, Wheaton!” she said, climbing off him.

  “I do not like the familiar way you were speaking with Behyr,” he argued.

  Oh hell no. Wheaton was delusional if he thought he was going to dictate who could be her friend and who could not.

  “First off, Behyr is my friend. Friend. That is all. Understand?” she said, poking his chest. The action startled him enough for him to step back and focus his entire attention on her.

  “Second, I haven’t seen you in forevah, so if you think you have any right to be angry with me, then you’re nuts!” she hollered with another hard poke as he moved even farther. Soon he had retreated all the way to her apartment door.

  “And third…” she continued only to be interrupted.

  Wheaton threw up his hands to ward off more pokes. “You are right, Poppy. I am sorry. I just have not seen you in days and I did not like how comfortable you seem to have gotten with another warrior,” he rushed out, apparently realizing that he needed to dig himself out of a hole and do it quickly.

  Glancing back, Poppy saw Behyr was still standing at attention. The only thing relaxed in his stance was the small smile he now wore. Poppy smiled back at him. “I will message you later about my schedule for tomorrow, okay?”

  “Of course, Poppy. Have a nice evening.” With a bow to both her and Wheaton, he walked away.

  Poppy waved her wrist to open the door Wheaton was blocking.

  “Come on, big guy, we have a lot to talk about.”

  Clutching his hand and tugging him into the apartment, she figured they couldn’t waste any time in case he got called away again.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Once in the apartment, Poppy found herself in his arms before she could be sure the door had even closed behind them. Losing herself in his kiss, she breathed in his musky scent. Wheaton released the clip from her hair, causing it to fall in curls down her back. With his hands tugging at the strands like that, a shiver crept down her spine and goose bumps popped up on her arms. Holy hell, this man could kiss. His mouth was so warm on hers and she thought she would melt into a puddle as he sucked at her lips and tongue. Her hands were being wasted, gripping his shoulders, so she moved them to his hair. His shoulder-length hair was silky smooth and she tugged a handful of it, causing him to moan into her mouth.

  Wheaton moved his mouth from hers, trailing it across her cheek to her ear and nibbling a bit before placing sucking kisses down to her neck. Fisting her hands in his hair now, she dragged his head back as she tried to clear her own. Wheaton fought her direction and kept his mouth moving lower.

  “Wheaton, we need to talk.” Rasping out the words, she gasped to pull air into her lungs.

  “Talk later,” he mumbled into her cleavage while trying to pull her vee-neck T-shirt down.

  Pulling at his hair again to get him to tip back his head, she noticed his eyes had turned a dark green. The same dark green she anticipated whenever they got frisky. Before they’d begun fooling around, she would gauge when they needed to call a halt to their foreplay by the color of his eyes. If they were any indication right now, then she needed to put the kibosh on things now before she caved in and straddled him in the entryway.

  “Wheaton, not later. Now. It’s important.”

  He groaned at the serious expression on her face and straightened back up, his hard body skimming hers.

  “Okay…let us talk quickly then,” he said with a grimace as he tried to adjust his leather pants that now had absolutely no room to spare.

  Gripping his hand, Poppy led him over to the couch. Before she was able to get comfortable, he pulled her onto his lap and settled her over his erection. Wheaton groaned at the pressure and wiggled his hips to a more comfortable position.

  “Talk. Please. Quickly,” Wheaton bit out, obviously losing his struggle for patience.

  “Okay…here goes.” Poppy had practiced this multiple times over the last week but her palms were still sweating.

  As if sensing that whatever she was going to say would be something important, Wheaton opened his eyes and stared into hers.

  “I’m…we’re…” she started.

  “Yes?” he asked when she paused.

  “Wheaton, I’m pregnant,” she rushed out, staring into his eyes.

  Nothing. No facial expression. No words. He sat there as if she hadn’t even spoken. He was stock-still and from what she could tell, not even breathing. Maybe he hadn’t heard her.

  “We’re having a baby,” she tried again.

  Wheaton blinked a couple times, sitting completely still now. She could feel him holding his breath.

  “A baby?” he echoed with a stunned look on his beautiful face.

  “A baby.” She nodded with a smile.

  His mouth was open and she could see him breathing now. The hands that had been tightened on her waist were now moving up to push up her T-shirt and hover over her belly.

  “A baby?” he repeated again.

  And there was that smile she’d been waiting for. His smile was so big she couldn’t help but mirror it.

  “Can I feel it? When did you find out? Have Tamin and Rodin examined you yet?” he rushed out while rubbing her belly. Apparently so many thoughts were running through his head and half of them seemed to be worries he had for Poppy and the baby she was growing in her belly.

  “Well, you can’t feel anything yet. I’m barely pregnant but the scan picked it up. I found out right after this whole Hannah thing started. And yes, they have checked me over. Everything so far is progressing great but they want to rescan me tomorrow morning. They wanted to scan every day but the med center has been so busy we haven’t had any privacy to do another one. I want you to be there tomorrow for the next one,” she said to answer his rapid-fire questions.

  He had lowered his gaze to the area that he’d exposed. Seeing his dark, strong hands cradle her belly was so sweet. Before she’d met Wheaton, her belly had been something she had sucked in when it was getting attention while naked. Shortly after they’d started fooling around, Wheaton had asked why she was holding her breath. At that moment she had a mini come-to-Jesus meeting with herself. Figuring her relationship with Wheaton needed to start as she meant it to go on, she admitted to him that she was a little self-conscious of her belly and the flab that seemed to glare at her when she scrutinized herself in the mirror.

  Normally it didn’t bother her but in their intimate moment, it had made her nervous. What if she didn’t turn him on? Sh
e had been insanely attracted to him to the point of panting—what if it was one-sided? At that point, he had asked her to point out the areas she didn’t like. When she pointed to the waddle under the length of her arms, he stroked that area and gave it a line of kisses. When she next moved to her love handles and belly pooch, he ran his rough palms over her stomach and sprinkled kisses there. Once it moved to the area below her waist, she had finally figured out that he didn’t mind her soft areas. From the size of his erection he had been sporting, he liked what he saw.

  The next morning when they had woken up, he spent the next hour showing her again what he loved about her body. Wheaton explained that many warriors had shown preferences toward softer body types. Poppy figured it was because everything around them was hard, so maybe they needed something soft around them for a change.

  Feeling his palms move, she shivered. His hands were on a seek-and-find mission of her sweet spots. Time to celebrate their baby.

  Wheaton apparently did not want to make love to the mother of his future child on the small white couch. Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom with her giggling and kissing his neck the entire way.

  “I am so happy, Poppy,” he whispered as he laid her back against her pillows. “A baby. We are having a baby. Maybe a little girl with hair like yours? Or a boy who will be a strong warrior to help protect his family. It does not matter to me really. I simply still cannot believe it.”

  “Me too,” she whispered back.

  Leaning down to nip at her lips, he turned a sweet moment into a much more sensual one with just a kiss.

  Moving her hands back to his hair, she pulled him into a longer kiss. One that involved lots of tongue and teeth. Giving her one last peck, he moved back far enough to jerk her T-shirt over her head. She laughed when her hair flopped over her face, blocking her vision. Blinded momentarily, she could only gasp as she felt his lips on her now bare stomach. His tongue lapping at her waistband, she was about a second from losing her pants. Wanting to watch him as he proceeded to undress her, she leaned up on her elbows.

  “Down to my underwear, babe, and you’re still fully dressed.” Poppy pointed out, motioning to his still-clothed body.

  “Easily rectified, little flower.”

  Moving to the side of the bed, he jerked his shirt over his head. Seeing his torso exposed, she licked her lips. Apparently he noticed her lip licking if his groan was anything to go by.

  Putting his hands to his waist, he unfastened the built-in buckle on his pants and pushed them over his hips. They were skimmed down his legs along with his underwear. Once his feet were free of his pants, he sat back down on the bed next to her and reached for her bra to undo it. Freeing her breast caused him to lick his lips and then it was Poppy’s turn to groan. Leaning forward to catch one pebbled nipple in his mouth, he gave it a wet suck before looping a finger through the straps on each side of her hips. As he tugged her panties down to bare her mound, her underwear barely cleared her pussy before he moved to her cleft. His hand skimmed down into her wetness. Finding her opening with his fingers, he probed. Poppy tried to open her legs wider before reaching the limit of the stretch in her panties.

  “Take them off,” she moaned.

  “I want to tease you more,” he whispered in a husky voice. Taking his time now that he finally had her where he wanted her.

  “No more teasing, Wheaton. I need to come. Now.” Wiggling her hips to try to move the panties down farther, she was halted when his hand came down on the fleshy side of her hip. The light smack made her moan softly, and she gazed up into his eyes.

  “You liked that, my little flower?” he asked.

  “Yes, more of that, and less talking. Now,” she ordered.

  “Of course, love.” His hand squeezed where it landed and rubbed once more before lifting up to give her another smack. When she moaned again, he reached down and pulled her panties down even farther.

  Sucking at her nipples and rubbing his face in her cleavage, he delved his hand again between her legs to spread her wetness around her clit. Sparks lit up behind Poppy’s eyes, which she again had closed. Putting her own hand on his, she moved his fingers where she wanted them the most.

  Wheaton moved over her to lie on top of her in the cradle of her legs. Spreading herself wide open to make him more comfortable and hopefully give him a hint as to where she needed this to go—sooner rather than later—she dragged her hands along his back. Her nails might be short but she was able to scratch them up and down while he moved his hips in a circle. The tip of his cock started a steady and firm pressure against her mound and she opened her legs even farther to allow it to kiss her wet opening. Teasing her with the hint of penetration drove her crazy. She couldn’t help but tilt her hips even farther so the head would enter her.

  “Poppy, stop moving or I will finish too soon,” he rasped, trying to hold her hips still.

  “I can’t. I need you in me now.” Canting her hips toward him made his cock move a little deeper.

  “That’s it. Get on your hands and knees.” He leaned up and moved to his knees. Poppy could see his dick was now wet from her and probably from him a little also.

  “My knees?” She smiled up at him and decided to tease him a bit. “Have you been sneaking porn again and saw something you wanted to try?” she asked with a giggle.

  Laughing, he helped her flip over and pulled her up onto her knees. Wheaton let out a groan when she flashed him a clear view of where she needed him. Hunger burned bright in his eyes as he stared at what she had exposed.

  “No porn but yes, I do want to try this,” he said huskily as he gripped her hips with one hand while the other moved behind her to hold his cock steady.

  Poppy had always been a fan of doggy-style, the position being able to get her off the fastest. She was anxious to experience this with Wheaton. She rocked her hips a bit in a teasing motion. His hand tightened on her hip as the head of his dick began to stretch her opening. He accompanied the movement with a swat on her ass. Starting a rhythm that made all teasing comments come to a halt, he moved with firm, sure strokes. The only sounds that were coming from either one of them were moans, loud breathing and the thud of his hips against her ass. After a couple more smacks, both of his hands moved to grip her hips and pull her into his thrusts. One hand let go for a second and rubbed her lower back, pushing her torso down. The submissive position she was in allowed him to hit an even better angle and she soon had her breasts flattened against the bed. Poppy had never before been this turned on. The control he exhibited over her body made her burn for more.

  Knowing what her body needed to come, her hand moved to her clit. Wheaton must have felt her adjust and realized she was playing with herself as he thrust in and out of her.

  “Rub yourself for me, love. Make yourself come. I need to feel it,” he groaned out.

  “So close, babe, so close,” she panted, feeling her channel tighten around the piston pumping back and forth inside it.

  Making his strokes shorter and harder, he reached up and pulled a fistful of her hair. The slight tug was what Poppy needed to push her completely over. As time seemed to stand still except for the clenching of her pussy, Poppy heard moaning and realized it was coming from her. Wheaton was rumbling so loudly behind her she could feel the vibrations against her ass as his abs tightened when he came. Peering over her shoulder, her cheek pressed against the bed, she saw him throw his head back and heard him give a shout. The pulsing of his cock seemed to go on and on as he rumbled loudly to the ceiling.

  “Wow,” she breathed out, trying to catch her breath.

  Wheaton lowered himself back onto his heels but did not let go of her hair or hips. Allowing her body to follow his shift in position as he relaxed, she was cradled into the curve of his kneeling body. Unclenching his fingers in her hair, he rubbed her back soothingly, his breathing slowly calming. Still inside her, he nestled her more securely into the curve of his body, wrapping his arms around her torso. He cradled
her breast before moving his free hand to her neck. Turning her head so he could reach her lips, he gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

  “Yes, wow,” he said when the kiss ended. With him still cradling her in a dominant way, she felt completely at his mercy. Poppy nuzzled his cheek. She would have been happy to stay like this forever. Her hips however were starting to protest. He gently lifted her off his lap and reclined behind her in spoon fashion. Sweeping his hand down her body as he cuddled his front into her back, he rested his hand over her stomach again.

  “I am so happy, my little flower,” he whispered to her, seeming not yet ready to break the little bubble they had created.

  “I am too, babe. I am too,” she whispered back.

  After lying there a long while, Poppy had a thought.

  “Are you able to stay the night, or will you need to go back to the apartment?” she asked, not really wanting to hear the answer if it wasn’t going to make her happy.

  “I want to stay. I plan on staying. Let me check my messages quickly and then I will come back and hold you.”

  As he stood, she realized she needed to tidy up. Good sex, it seemed, was a messy affair.

  After she finished up in the bathroom, she found him the kitchen area with a glass of water. He was standing completely naked while chugging it. Poppy took a moment to appreciate the nude vision in front of her. His cock had just finished making her come but it was still long and thick as it rested against his thigh. His throat worked as he gulped, causing her own mouth to water. The strong line of his neck was calling for her to nibble at it. Lowering the glass, Wheaton shot her a sexy grin. His thoughts were obvious, if his hot stare was anything to go by.

  “Did you check your messages yet?” she asked to distract herself from climbing on top of him in the kitchen.