Brock: A Bad Boy Romance

by Amy Kyle

  Heris slowed his chewing, pondering Trish’s words. Once he swallowed her shot her a questioning glance, which told Trish that he was lost himself. “You…bring up a good point, my dear…” Heris’s voice sounded a little lighter and his words lacked the depth that they usually held. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands. “So, how do you propose we remedy this then, Trish? I can’t live feeling that my honor has been threatened, which means that I must take up some sort of revenge, but at the same time…”

  Trish tapped her chin, trying to focus on a way to resolve the conflict. Every answer she came up with only led down another road of blood, but there was one she thought had the possibility of working. How do you appeal to a man of honor? “Well… I’ve been thinking… this child might be born, but under different circumstances…”

  “I’m listening…”

  “There’s nothing more honorable than having a son to pass down everything to, correct? Well, it was a beta-male that gave me his seed in the first place, but we both know that that’s an easy fix.” Heris stroked the light stubble at the bottom of his chin, thinking over Trish’s words. “If I had, say, your sperm inside of me then I’d get impregnated by your son instead of his. That way your honor can stay intact.”

  Heris grinned. “Ha-ha… I don’t know if that’d work or not, but it sounds like you’re going to great lengths to have my seed.” Trish was silent, unsure of what to say again. “Is it really so important for you that no harm comes to this so-called ‘beta-male’?”

  Trish nodded, standing up and walking over to Heris. “Yes, but… Like you said, you’re my husband and I’ve been wanting you since I saw your face for the first time.”

  The man couldn’t keep from coughing up a couple of laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Do you really mean that or are you getting my face mixed up with my loincloth?”

  Trish added a swift shashay to her steps and traced two fingers around Heris’s chest as she said, “Baby, I love all of you not just one part.”

  Before Heris could say another word, Trish leaned over from Heris’s side and pressed her lips to his, tasting his gruff lips and letting his tongue come into hers. She could still taste the meat in his mouth as her ear caught a low growl from Heris’s throat. Am I really doing this right now? Trish wondered as she felt one of his large hands grope her breast through the thin fabric covering them. The sensitive nipples dug into Heris’s palm, earning a gasp from her that tumbled into his mouth.

  “Mmm…” Heris hummed contently as one of his hands slipped between his legs and ran from his hefty balls up his thick shaft. He pulled away from Trish’s lips from a moment to say, “Okay, okay… You’ve got me…” With a quiet groan, he moved the loincloth out of the way of his hard-on and flashed it at Trish. “You like?” he asked playfully, openly stroking it for her as a bead of pre-cum tipped his head. Trish nodded slowly, licking her lips and reaching for it.

  “If you want my seed so badly, you should’ve told me in the first place,” Heris said in almost a purr. “Let’s do this where there’s more room—I’ll have a servant take care of this when we’re done,” Heris said with a wink.

  *

  Heris led Trish to the bedroom, only stopping a few times to grope her from behind to rub himself against her. Trish squirmed against him, unable to keep from moaning and gasping from the sudden bursts of pleasure she got whenever he reached around to pinch her nipples or bit down on the side of her neck. “Mm…” Trish hummed as she crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, exposing her already dripping sex to Heris.

  “Damn, baby… You’ve got a very pretty pussy,” Heris said as he licked his lips and Trish blushed. It was the first time she’d ever heard Heris say anything along those lines and the compliment caught her off guard. She wasn’t sure about not sucking him first, but when she felt Heris’s press against her own, her worries went away. This time, however, he was kissing and suckling on her bottom lips.

  Trish’s legs twitched as Heris gave her sloppy kiss after kiss up and down her vulva, taking her moist lips into his mouth to suckle them. “Ahh…” Trish huffed, reaching down to mess with Heris’s hair while he closed his eyes, rubbing his nose against her slowly swelling clit. The little nub pulsed with every wave of pleasure that Heris granted Trish and when he enveloped his lips around it, she pressed her head back against the pillow—hard.

  “Ohhhh…! Oh, that’s it! Right there, baby!” Trish cried out, her legs straightening out to the sides of Heris.

  “That’s it, babe… That’s it…” Heris bellowed below her, letting her clit out of his lips for just a second. He twirled his tongue around it before taking it back into his lips and brought up two fingers to sneak along the side of Trish’s labia. Trish bit down on her bottom lip, trying to withstand the sensations running all throughout her body, but she couldn’t control how wet Heris’s masterful mouth and fingers were making her.

  “F-fuck, Heris!” she shrieked, kicking both of her legs out as Heris suckled on her clit, sneaking both fingers by her entrance to tease her with the tips. They pushed through the first gush, getting coated in her thick juices and then drove in deeper, stretching Trish’s still-tight hole even further. Trish grasped Heris’s hair harder, moving her hips up and down to brush her clit against his teasing tongue again and again in time with his fingers pumping in and out of her.

  “Mmm… Babe, you taste so fucking good,” Heris growled as he glanced up at Trish, licking his lips. The look in his eyes was purely feral and looking closer, Trish could swear that she saw fires dancing in both of them. She watched as his head sank below her legs again.

  She never knew that a man could do so much to her. She was so used to having to entice and craftily seduce, but now she had a husband that would more than happily give just as much to her. How she managed to keep her pregnancy a ‘secret’ she’d never know, but now that she was getting Heris’s—her husband’s seed instead of his, she was sure that it was all for the better.

  As Heris’s fingers started to go faster and faster, Trish found it harder to hold back the buildup starting to take her. Just before she went past the point, she pushed Heris away saying, “Stop! Stop! I don’t want to come yet!”

  Heris reluctantly pulled himself away from Trish, but found a grin on his face when he remembered. “Oh, right… You wanted me to come inside of you first, right, babe?”

  Trish bit down on her lip, hardly able to say the words now that she was so exposed to him. “I… Well, um…” She looked away for a second, but then nodded with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes again, Heris was leaning in to get another kiss from her. She could taste herself on his lips—faintly sweet, but his taste overpowered her own, making the kiss just as rough as the last one.

  Slowly, Heris pulled himself away from Trish’s lips again, but rested his forehead against hers. “Mmm, babe…You don’t know how much I want you right now,” Heris said as he ground his cock against Trish’s thigh, bringing the heavy, rock-hard manhood up to brush against Trish’s snatch. “That’s right babe… It’s fully hard and just for you…” Heris whispered into Trish’s ear, as he slid his lips over to it, softly biting it.

  “Ah!” Trish sharply gasped as she felt the bit of fang coming out and trailing along the side of her ear. Heris took hold of his cock at the base and positioned it at Trish’s entrance.

  “You ready for me?” he asked in a low growl, letting his bear come out a little.

  Trish nodded twice, the bear in her feeling the need to mate even though it’d lay dormant for so long. Something about Heris had awakened it and it made her think that maybe her idea was better than she’d originally thought.

  Heris thrust into her slowly to get comfortable, managing to squeeze the entirety of himself into her. Trish growled and moaned aloud, writhing beneath Heris as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Trish’s sharing a kiss with her as he started to thrust faster and faster. The waves gradually became just a
s strong as when his head was between her legs—stronger even. Trish closed her eyes, trying to keep up with Heris’s kiss and movements, but it was all too much for her to handle.

  By the time Heris had gotten into a fast rhythm, thrusting his entirety in and out of her, they were both lost in the passion, sharing a heated mating session that only tribal were-bears could. “Fuck, baby…! Fuck…! I think… I’m going…! I’m gonna!”

  Trish pressed her head against the pillow one last time as all over her muscles tensed up and her breaths got short, her walls clamping down around Heris’s thick shaft as Heris started to shoot inside of her. Heris threw his head back and then fell atop of Trish, panting hard and still thrusting as he filled her sex with his hot seed.

  “F-finaly…” huffed Heris as his spurts slowly came to a drip inside of Trish. Her walls milked him of all of his cum, still throbbing wildly alongside his manhood. “I finally got to breed my wife…”

  “So, does this mean you don’t need to take revenge anymore?”

  “I think this means that I’m going to be glad to greet my son.

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  THE END

  Highland Rescue

  The rain fell softly on my face. It helped me forget about all of the black cloth that had recently passed by. The tree above me released the raindrops that had been contained in its leaves. It was as though the tree was crying with me.

  Merely days had passed since my father was killed by the beast. Brother was in such a hurry to bury him into the ground after his death so that he could become king. The ceremony would be held later today to introduce the new king of Darden. I had no intentions of being there. I would remain by my father’s side until my body became one with the ground above him. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so alone.

  Mother had died the day I entered the world. Brother always told me it was my fault that she was gone. I killed her. He never let me forget that. Father was my only ally in life. Now he was gone and I was alone.

  Many people have told me that I am much like my mother. At my age my mother had dark hair that flowed straight down her back touching her waist. Just as mine does now. I have her emerald eyes and small button nose. Unfortunately for me I was given my father’s ears that always seemed to stick out to the side. He always told me that my strange ears made me a good listener. I wish I could have known my mother. There is so much I wish to have learned from her. Things such as how it felt to kiss a boy for the first time. Or how she knew who to give her love to. There are so many things that only my mother could tell me. Father always did his very best however it is certainly not the same. I love him dearly for trying. He was able to provide me everything I could possibly need.

  Three days ago I went with Father into the village to see the townspeople. We brought bread and cheese to pass out to those in need. Father was always giving back everything he had to his people. He was a beloved king and things would never be the same without him. The people praised him and he made sure to call everyone by their first name. I already knew that Brother would be nothing like that. He had darkness inside of him, a burning greed. He enjoyed making others feel small while he stomped around like a giant.

  When we knocked on the door of Mr. Toil Germaine’s small shack he greeted us nervously. Just like he would do every time, father shook Mr. Germaine’s hand and offered him some bread. Mr. Germaine asked us inside for a cup of warm milk, father accepted. After entering his home, a wild beast pounced at us from across the room. It looked like a monster with razor teeth and black bristly fur. First he attacked Father and I screamed. Mr. Germaine kept chanting, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! My king, please forgive me! What was a starving man to do?”

  Father fell to the ground and the animal escaped. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed back at the castle. I awoke in a panic. Then I realized it must have all been a bad dream.

  “Mira!” I heard our nurse Hazel stirring beside me. “Oh, my sweet girl. What trouble you have seen!” She placed a cold cloth upon my brow.

  “Thank you Hazel. You may leave.” Brother called out from across the room.

  I watched as Hazel started toward the door. She bowed her head as she walked past Brother. “My king.” She replied. It hadn’t been a dream. Tears began flowing down my cheeks.

  Brother pulled up a chair to my bedside. “Hello Sister.” He stated with a bite in his voice. “I see you have done it again.”

  Puzzled, I responded in between sobs, “What have I done again?”

  “You have killed another one of our parents. Well done.” He said in a poisonous tone. “Death truly surrounds you sister.” I began to cry even harder. I felt a pain in my heart that could only be described as emptiness.

  “Brother!” I pleaded. The sound of my voice scared me. It sounded hollow and desperate. “There was this black beast, it came out of nowhere!”

  “Don’t bother wasting your words, I will not listen. I have already arranged your punishment. You got away with killing our mother, the queen. I will not let you get away with killing our father as well.”

  At this point I wanted to fall into myself and leave this world. I had no one.

  “I have arranged your wedding to Kit Bataran. It will take place after I am sworn in as king.” Brother stood up and looked down at me in the bed. “You are a disgrace to our family and I will not see you again. Consider yourself forever banished from Darden.” And just like that he stormed out of the room slamming the door behind him. I jumped at the sound.

  Kit Bataran was the eldest son of King Laurence Bataran of Soundsforth. For my entire life I had been told stories about the Bataran’s. Brother had always told me horrors of what terrible people they were. I didn’t know enough about him and I was in no way interested in being married to him, or anyone for that matter. Darden had been my home for the past eighteen years. I wasn’t ready to leave. I stayed in my bed for days until my tears dried up, only getting up to say my goodbyes to father.

  The funeral felt short for someone who had led such a significant life. The entire town showed up to pay their respects to the fallen King Erroll Nord. The only townsfolk who wasn’t there was Toil Germaine. The way he continued to mutter his apologies caused me to believe that he had planned the attack on my father. Something didn’t fit properly. My heart burned with hatred for that man. He let this happen, I know it.

  The tree shook again and more raindrops fell upon my face. It was quiet, I was the only person remaining at the burial site. The rest of the town was at the castle for the royal crowning of their new king, Montgomery Nord.

  I looked down at my hands and placed them gently on my lap to smooth out my black cloak. When I noticed the white lace of my wedding gown peeking out around my ankles, I scrambled to tuck it in. Brother had insisted I wear it under my cloak to the funeral seeing as I was to be married hours later.

  When I was sure that Brother’s crowning ceremony was over I picked myself up off of the ground and blew father a kiss. “Father, I miss you in my heart and I will never forget you. I promise to keep your soul alive.” I placed a single white rose upon his headstone and pulled myself away. The wind picked up and howled against my back pushing me up the hill. Forcing me not to turn back.

  The ceremony was small which I was completely grateful for. It was held just outside of Darden in the hills of Soundsforth. The only people attending were King Laurence and his queen Elmire. Brother showed up for the appearance to ensure that I was following through with my punishment. He left shortly after the ceremony began. It was quite strange for a royal wedding to be so small but my heart screamed out in joy.

  Kit was quite handsome in his royal cloak. He had a very kind but concerned face. The way his hair curled and framed his face softened his appearance. He stood six foot five inches towering a foot above my petit frame. He clasped my hand in his which I found quite bizarre considering the circumstances. This man was a complete stranger to me.

  The ceremony droned on and I only half listened. I pa
id close attention to cross my fingers behind my back as I recited my marital vows to Kit Bataran. The only vow I took today was to myself. I vowed to keep my heart guarded. I may be forced to marry this man but I would never love him. Everyone I have ever loved has been taken from me. It was better this way.

  “You may now kiss the princess.”

  Kit smiled at my coyly, nervously. Gently, he placed one hand along my cheek and bowed his head down placing his warm lips carefully on mine. This was my first kiss, all of the blood in my body rushed up into my cheeks. I hoped I was doing this right. I felt his other hand brush the small of my back and against my hand which was still fingers-crossed behind my back. Embarrassed, I pulled my hands together. Then it ended just as quickly as it had started.

  “I promise I am going to love you.” Kit whispered in the kindest voice. I felt my stomach flutter and my mind began to fog.

  Snap out of it Mira, guard your heart.

  As a family, we walked toward the royal carriage where the guards and horses were awaiting us. King Laurence and Queen Elmire lead the way while Kit and I followed closely behind. Just as he had before, Kit clasped my hand in his.

  Once we reached the carriage and the king and queen had entered, Kit asked to talk to me on the side. I felt a wave of nerves come over me but politely agreed.

  “Mira, my lady.” He cleared his throat. He was so handsome. “I just wanted to personally express my condolences on the loss of your father. King Erroll was a great man. We thought very highly of him even in Soundsforth. I understand that it has been an excruciatingly difficult day for you and I will respect your space. Please, if there is anything myself or the kingdom of Soundsforth can do for you, do not hesitate to ask. We are you home now.”

  I couldn’t help myself, I threw my arms around his neck and burst into tears. His kindness burned right through me and I so badly needed someone to care for me. Reminding myself to keep my heart guarded, I pulled away carefully from his embrace. “Thank you my prince. We can go home now.” The words tasted funny in my mouth. I had never referred to anywhere but Darden as ‘home.’ Now here I was, headed in the wrong direction and already calling it home.