Expecting The Unexpected (Nakaka Book 3)

by Cree Storm

  “You wanted to protect your people by taking out the threat,” Spencer whispered, disrupting Throg’s accounting for that horrible time in his life.

  Shaking his head, Throg corrected, “No, young one. I was not so noble. I wanted revenge, pure and simple. I wanted all those responsible for the deaths of my family to die, and I wanted their families just as dead as they were. I wanted them to know... to know...”

  “You wanted them to feel the depth of pain you were feeling for the loss of the ones you loved,” Spencer said in understanding.

  Sighing heavily, Throg said, “Yes. I led my men towards the town. The only ones safe were the children and one lone woman. All others were killed.”

  “What about Corbin?” Spencer asked quietly.

  “I wanted him spared. I knew he couldn’t have been part of the attack, because he had been with me.” Throg quietly said at first, and then his tone hardened, his fists tightened, and his eyes closed as if he didn’t want to see... to go back to that time, but was unable to stop himself. “I found him in the arms of another man. They were kissing and laughing. I knew him from the town, but never knew his name. He was bloody and laughing between kisses, then he pulled away from Corbin, saying, “Your plan went off perfectly, my love. They have been decimated. The Nakaka will turn to stone in but an hour, and we will return and take out the rest.”

  “Oh gods. Corbin planned the attack? He killed your people?” Spencer said, in complete shock, then asked, “What did you do?”

  “I landed by their side, and ripped the other man from Corbin’s arms and ripped his spine out, then I went to Corbin demanding to know what he had done. He told me. He had planned the entire attack. Our meeting was no accident. He played a part to gain my trust... he was the diversion as were so many others. When I told him I had loved him, he laughed. My anger grew and I couldn’t stop myself. I ripped his heart out, just as I felt he had done to me. I then went and assisted in taking out each of the deceivers and any and all they cared about, except the children. When we were finished, I swore right then and there, I would never allow any man to ever hold my heart again. I had failed at my duties once, and would never make that mistake again,” Throg rasped.

  Spencer felt his heart clench at Throg’s words. He began to back up, whispering, “I understand.”

  His mate had been hurt in a way Spencer couldn’t defend. He couldn’t continue to look on at the one Fate had deemed his. The one that Spencer had known he loved practically from the start, and realized that he had to let him go.

  “No, Spencer, you don’t understand. You are my Salvator. I gave it a lot of thought. I listened to Norval and Krerr. I realized they were right. The god and goddess never said the ancient guards could never have a Viata. We decided that the day we were duped and our people paid the price,” Throg softly said.

  Spencer could hear Throg had come closer, but he couldn’t begin to hope at what those words meant.

  “I realized I was not only tossing the goddess’s gift back in her face, I was doing to you what had been done to me. I was breaking your heart... taking what you had to offer me and crushing it, with not only my actions, but my words,” Throg softly said as he lifted Spencer’s chin, so he had no choice but to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how I can do it, but I swear to you I will make it up to you. Every day the gods bless us to be together, I will do whatever it takes to make you believe that I do want you. I’ve always wanted you and I always will.”

  “Is this because I’m pregnant? I don’t want...”

  Throg placed a finger over Spencer’s lips. “Although having a chickpea with you is bringing great joy to my heart and happiness for my people, and I will love and cherish our child for all eternity, I want you, my Salvator. I want the man the gods said would complete me and make me whole. Because, you do that for me, Salvator. You make me feel whole for the first time in a very long time.”

  Throg leaned down at that point and began kissing Spencer. It wasn’t a chaste kiss, or one that said hello. No, this kiss was one of those toe-curling, “You are mine and I want all you have to offer me,” kind of kisses.

  Spencer opened to Throg’s oral assault, wrapping his arms around Throg’s neck, and pressing his body closer to the Nakaka. Spencer wanted Throg to know that he wanted him as much as Throg wanted them.

  Spencer felt Throg’s hard shaft pressing against his equally stiff member, causing a zing of electricity to race through his body and go straight to his balls.

  Holy shit! Spencer just knew he could come just from kissing the man, and he never wanted this kiss to end. However, Throg pulled back, causing a whimper to escape from Spencer’s tingling lips.

  Throg did something Spencer hadn’t ever remembered seeing him do... he smiled. It almost made him look like someone Spencer wouldn’t even know. Throg was already a sexy man, but with a smile... he was beyond sexy, he was beyond gorgeous. Hell, if Spencer didn’t know better, he would have sworn he could see the parts of all the gods within his features. “You’re so beautiful when you smile.”

  Spencer hadn’t even known he had said those words out loud, until Throg gently ran a finger down his cheeks and smiled even wider, whispering, “Then I guess you’re going to have to make sure I do it more often.”

  Nodding rapidly, Spencer quickly said, “I can do that.”

  Throg laughed, “I have no doubt you can, my Salvator.”

  “What does that mean?” Spencer asked.

  “It is Latin. It means savior and that’s what you are to me, Spencer. You saved me from myself. You took my heart in hand and have begun to heal it. I can’t say I forgive myself so quickly, but I’m trying. I see the way you look at me. I want to live up to the Nakaka you see. I want to be all that you think I am. I—”

  “You already are, Throg.” Spencer said quickly, “I know you don’t see it. You don’t see how Hron and the others from that time look at you. They not only see you as their protector, but as their friend... their family. The Nakaka in this clutch—”

  “Run from me in fear.” Throg interrupted.

  Spencer laughed, “They do not. They get tongue-tied, because they are in awe of you. You are their superhero. As long as you’re here, they know they will be protected. It’s one of the reasons that the clutch has been bouncing back as quickly as it has been after Chantal’s attack and rule. They know as long as you’re here, they’re safe. I am so proud the gods blessed me with you as my mate. I know that I will thank them every day for making you mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will forever be grateful to them.”

  “I’m not yours just yet, but I want to be. My Salvator, will you bless me with the gift of our bonding?” Throg asked.

  Spencer rasped, “What about the Brais...”

  “We will figure something out. Maybe Tumm won’t notice, or know it for what it is. I don’t know. What I do know is that I can’t go off to Brais without knowing you are mine and that I am yours,” Throg said, then gently kissed Spencer, whispering, “Will you bless me with our bonding?”

  There was no way in hell Spencer could deny his mate a second longer. “Gods yes.”

  CHAPTER 13

  Throg didn’t remember taking off his clothes or Spencer’s, but damned if they weren’t both naked, and rubbing against each other as if they couldn’t get enough of the feeling of the skin-to-skin contact.

  Everywhere they touched sparked flames, and those flames were building into a fire... a bonfire, and only one thing would ever contain it.

  Slowly Throg walked Spencer back to the bed, until his knees hit the mattress, and the man broke their kiss long enough to sit, and then situate himself further back, giving Throg room to move up the bed and lay over him.

  “Throg, please,” Spencer begged, as their cocks rubbed against each other. “I need you... please.”

  “And you will have me, but I will not rush our bonding, Salvator. I dreamed this could happen one day, but I never thought I would be gran
ted such a gift,” Throg said, then his voice went even softer, “I didn’t think I was deserving.”

  “Everyone deserves love, Throg. What happened wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry to say that people use feelings against each other often, but I swear to you on our child’s life, I will never do that to you. I will never get in the way of your duty. I am blessed to be granted an ancient guard as my mate, and I know you have responsibilities. I won’t interfere with them. I’m not him.”

  Throg kissed Spencer’s lips, and then trailed kisses behind the man’s ear, feeling his flesh prickle with goosebumps.

  “I know, Salvator,” Throg rasped, as he continued to kiss his way down, until he came to a nipple and gently bit down. Spencer’s reaction was amazing. He arched his back, hissing out a sound that showed he had felt that bit of pain, but it wasn’t the kind that actually hurt, but instead brought tingles of pleasure throughout his body. Throg did it again, and then suckled the tiny nub, loving all the sounds his Viata was making.

  “I shall start our bonding if you are still willing?” Throg asked, as he nipped at the nipple once again.

  Spencer panted and arched into Throg’s lips and teeth, rasping, “Gods, yes. Please.”

  Knowing that his Viata was enjoying the gentle torture Throg was doing to his body, Throg licked and kissed to the other nub and did it there, before kissing and licking his way down the man’s torso as he brought his tail up and close to Spencer’s channel.

  Gently he worked his tail inside, careful to slowly secrete his mating juices with each stroke inside. It acted as lube, but it was what they needed in order to begin their bonding.

  Tiny sparks flittered through Throg as they would be doing to Spencer as well. Slowly, Throg could feel their breathing coming together, and their hearts began beating the same rhythm, but it wasn’t enough. Throg wanted it all. He knew when all was said and done, not only would their hearts and lungs work as a singular unit, but so would their minds... their very souls. If what he knew was true, they would be able to mind speak, and feel what the other was feeling. Spencer would know just how much Throg loved him. It would never be a question about him bonding for the child, or for love.

  Using his tail to go deeper, and stretching his Viata, so he could take him with no pain, Throg moved his tail in tiny circles going wider bit by bit as he took his Viata’s cock in his mouth and swallowed him to the root, glorying in the fact that he had no gag reflex, and was able to swallow the rather large and thick member to the back and down his throat.

  “Holy shit!” Spencer shouted, and erupted without warning.

  Throg didn’t care for a moment. He drew back a bit so he could have those glorious juices coating his tongue... it was ambrosia. Salt, musk, and guava all mixed together. There was no way to hold back his moan as he enjoyed the taste of his Viata.

  “Throg! Need... please... need...”

  Spencer’s ramblings had Throg feeling like a god. He had put that sound of pleasure... need... want... desire into this man, and damned if he could hold back from taking what was his a moment longer.

  Allowing Spencer’s cock to slip from his mouth, Throg lifted up and gently pushed Spencer’s knees to his chest, watching as his tail slipped from his Viata’s glistening hole, and pulsed as if wanting to call it back. However, Throg had something better to offer that hole, and it damn sure wasn’t his tail. “You shall be mine,” Throg whispered.

  “I already am,” Spencer murmured, as he looked Throg in the eyes, showing him just how much he meant those words. He then lifted up and placed a small kiss to Throg’s lips, then lowered just slightly, never taking his bright-green eyes off of Throg’s own silver orbs. “Now, how about we make this mating official.”

  Throg didn’t wait another second, nor did he stop the eye contact with his Viata as he slowly, carefully, and gently pushed inside.

  Gods, Throg wanted to close his eyes in rapture, as he felt Spencer’s tight channel wrapping around him, and draw him deep within his warm, wet channel.

  Throg knew he was much larger than the average shifter or Nakaka, but his Viata took him as if... as if they were made for each other. There was little sign of pain or discomfort, but so many indications of pleasure, and for lack of a better word... contentment.

  Leisurely, Throg pulled back and slid back inside, all while watching every movement of his Viata, and every sound he made. Gods, he wanted nothing more than to plunge deep and hard into the man, but there was no way he was going to hurt Spencer. He wanted this bonding to be something, Spencer remembered. Throg wanted it to be his everything... because that’s what it was to Throg.

  “Please, Throg, I’m fine. I need you to claim me... Please.” Spencer begged, as he lifted his own hips to meet Throg’s forward-moving hips.

  Throg moved just a bit faster, and without even realizing what he was doing, Throg’s thrusts were getting deeper and harder. He watched as Spencer’s neck arched back as his body moved to have his hole pounded harder. “Open your eyes, Viata. Open them, so I can see the pleasure I’m bringing to you as we become one.”

  Spencer immediately opened those glorious green orbs, and Throg could only look at them in wonder as rapture looked back at him. It was the only word Throg could think of, because he was getting to the point he couldn’t think at all.

  Bringing Spencer’s legs over his shoulders, Throg gripped onto Spencer’s hips, and began pounding into his Viata over and over again. His balls drew up tight, and one look at his mate with his large, round, green eyes begging for release along with his words of, “Please, Throg. Please!”

  Throg felt the long sharp claws of his Viata’s sloth digging into his flesh, but ignored it. It was evident that Spencer was ready to claim Throg, and damned if Throg wasn’t ready to claim him.

  Leaning down low enough, Throg brought his neck closer to his Viata’s sharpened teeth, whispering, “Make me yours Salvator.”

  Without hesitation Spencer bit into his flesh. There was some pain, but Throg soon forgot that when he felt his balls draw up even tighter. He felt Spencer burrowing within his body, heart and soul, piece by piece, and the second he withdrew his teeth and licked at the wound, Throg was moving to the man’s throat, and biting into him.

  Throg’s large brown-and-white eagle wings shot out wide and wrapped around his Viata, bringing Spencer as close as he could be to Throg. They were connected in every way they could be as Spencer cried out, and cum filled the little space between them. Within seconds, Throg’s cock exploded, and his seed quickly filled Spencer’s channel, until it was dribbling out the sides. Their hearts beat as one. Their breath came as one. Their souls came together, and every feeling, thought and desire his Viata had, consumed Throg, as he knew also happened to Spencer.

  Spencer’s arms wrapped around Throg’s neck, and he felt tears wetting his shoulder. Throg didn’t have to fear he was hurting his Viata, because all he could feel was joy and love.

  Throg slowly slid his sharp teeth from Spencer’s neck, and licked the mark to stop the bleeding. He wrapped his arms and wings around Spencer even tighter, and felt his rumbling before he could stop it. He was doing what his kind call the halcyon. It was normally for calming their Viata, but it seemed as though Throg was using it as almost a purring of sorts.

  Spencer stopped crying, softly asking, “What is that?”

  “It’s called the halcyon. Normally the Nakaka use it to help calm our Viata. It seems I’m using it to show my happiness and contentment at bonding with my Viata,” Throg answered.

  Spencer pulled back and smiled wide. “I like it.”

  “Good, I shall do it again soon. For now, I would like to cuddle with my Viata,” Throg said, slowly lowering Spencer to the bed, slowly unwrapping his wings and drawing them back in.

  Throg slid from his mate’s seed-soaked channel and got out of the bed. He wet a small towel and cleaned himself, and then went back to his Viata and cleaned his hole and inside of his thighs, thinking it adorable when his Viata turn
ed a pretty shade of pink.

  Tossing the dirty towel towards the bathroom, Throg got back on the bed, snuggling up to Spencer, and drawing the man so he lay halfway over his chest. Gods, this was perfection.

  They lay like that for a long time, neither speaking. They were enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, and Throg had never felt more content in his long life. A thought crossed his mind, and he asked, “Are you upset about the chickpea?”

  Spencer stilled a moment, but answered, “No. I mean it was unexpected, but this child is not unwanted. I don’t have any family and I always wanted kids, so even though I never thought I would be the one to have them, I’m quite happy about having a child of my own.”

  “Our own,” Throg quickly corrected.

  A slight laugh came from Spencer, as he said, “Yes, Throg, this baby is ours. What about you? Are... are you upset about having a baby?”

  “Never. Not just because it is a miracle we can share with the clutch house, but because... it is part of you... part of us together. I hope he has your eyes,” Throg said, rubbing his Viata’s back.

  “You know it can be a girl, right?” Spencer said, with a snicker.

  “Nakaka are male,” Throg stated.

  Spencer lifted up and looked at Throg with a brow raised, “You do know this could be a cub? I mean, it might not be a Nakaka at all.”

  “No matter who this chickpea takes after, he will be Nakaka. I am his father and therefore the child will have my blood flowing through his veins, just as much as he shall have yours,” Throg said, matter of factly.

  Spencer rolled his eyes, “Duh. I’m just saying that he may be a she.”

  “A girl?” Throg gasped in horror. Oh gods, what if it is a girl? He wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. He had never held, nor seen, a girl chickpea in his life. Weren’t they fragile? Could he break her?

  “Hey, it’s going to be fine, Throg. We’re in this together... remember?” Spencer said, as he slowly rubbed Throg’s chest and shoulder.