Page 10 of Expecting The Unexpected

“And when they ask you about their father? What then, Spencer? Are you going to tell them who he is?” Khall asked, sounding angry.

“Khall, it’s going to be alright,” Elijah whispered softly, as he caressed his mate’s back trying to calm the man down.

Shaking his head, Khall rapidly responded, “No it isn’t okay! Two hundred years we have waited for this miracle. Two hundred years couples have yearned for a chickpea to be born, and when the time comes that the gods have finally blessed us, Spencer refuses to acknowledge the sire of that chickpea. Whoever he is has a right to know. The people in this clutch have a right to know. Spencer has the ability to bring hope into our world once again, and because of his ego, he refuses to even offer that much. It’s wrong, Elijah. You know it, Caden knows it, and if Spencer was willing to admit it, he even knows it.”

Spencer shook his head, “This has nothing to do with ego. I’m sorry, Khall. I won’t tell you who the father is. He doesn’t want me, and I will never, ever be one of those that uses a child to get their man. I just... can’t.”

“You can’t know that, and besides if he knows about the chickpea… if he…”

“That’s just it. I don’t want him to want me because of the baby. The man knows I’m his mate, and he won’t have anything to do with me. Our getting together was a mistake. At least, that’s what he called it,” Spencer whispered painfully.

Khall replied, “Maybe he was just shocked at what had happened. You said that neither of you planned on having sex. Maybe…”

Shaking his head once again, Spencer remembered the day they had come together. It had been explosive. One second they were fighting, and Spencer was having a hard time controlling his lust and need for his mate, which pissed him off, so Spencer did what he always did... he said some smartass comment, and the next thing he knew, Throg had Spencer pinned to the wall, and they were kissing, as if it was the last day on this earth and they would never get the chance again.

Throg pulled back, ripped Spencer’s shirt from his body, “You keep poking the bear, amans.”

“Maybe I want to see if the bear will poke back,” Spencer said with a hiss, as Throg undid his pants and pushed them down.

Throg flipped Spencer around and pinned his hands to the wall, leaning in close to his ear, whispering, “I plan on poking you real good. Now don’t move those hands. You keep them right there.”

Spencer’s heart was about pounding out of his chest, as he listened to Throg undo his own pants. Within seconds he felt the man’s hands holding his ass cheeks apart, as something began to penetrate his hole. It took a minute to realize that it was the man’s tail.

Throg leaned in once more, “I’m gonna stretch you, and then fuck you. It’s what you want. It’s what we both want.”

“Yes! Do it! Hurry damn it.”

Throg moaned as he rubbed those thick callused hands over Spencer’s chest and licked his throat, exactly where the mating mark would go. Gods, how Spencer longed to have those teeth deep inside his skin, marking him for all Nakaka and shifters to see. For them to know that Spencer was his, and when Spencer bit into him, they would know that Throg was his.

“Gods be damned, I can’t control myself! I need you. I need you now!” Throg said.

Spencer hissed, when one second there was a thick tail filling him and stretching him, and the next thing he knew, he had what could only be described as a tree limb being pushed into his ass. “Holy shit!”

“Relax, amans. Relax and let me in,” Throg hissed, as he pushed past the tight rings, and moved that huge cock in as far as it would go.

Spencer yelped and drew in a sharp breath at the burn, but didn’t stop Throg as he began a fierce pounding into Spencer’s ass. The pain turned into pleasure so fast, Spencer almost couldn’t keep up, and soon his moans of pleasure were joining the sounds of slapping skin and heavy breathing.

It didn’t take long before the pleasure of it all was just too much, that and the fact that Spencer had wanted Throg for so long, and finally was being granted his fondest wish—his mate.

When Throg’s lips kissed, and then he lightly nipped that spot on his neck that would mark him, Spencer lost it. He came with a scream of Throg’s name on his lips. His ass clamped down on Throg’s still-moving cock, only to feel his channel being filled, and filled some more.

Holy fuck, Nakaka had a lot of juices. That would be something to remember if ever they wanted to get it on in the office again.

When both men had spent their seed, Throg kissed along Spencer’s neck, and Spencer just knew this was when Throg would bite him. He would claim him. Throg would make Spencer his for all eternity. But instead, Throg started whispering, “My amans. My mate... I wish things could be different, but you are who you are, and I am what I am. It can never be.”

Spencer didn’t completely understand those words, until Throg had pulled out and stepped back. “I’ll get something to clean you with.”

Throg turned, and Spencer watched him walk into the bathroom. What had just happened? Did his mate just refuse him? Did he refuse to accept Spencer as his mate?

The words Throg said, played over and over in his mind, and Spencer felt himself go numb. Of course, his mate didn’t want him. He had been used and abused by another. He was dirty and not worthy of someone as wonderful and powerful as Throg. Spencer knew this. He had struggled with how he could ever be accepted by a mate after what had happened to him. How anyone could look at him and not think, how weak and pathetic he was, how disgusting he was.

Spencer pulled up his pants, ignoring the mess filling them. He needed to leave. He needed to get out of there. Gods, how would he ever look Throg in the eyes again?

Hearing the water shut off, Spencer took off out of the office as fast as he could. He ran, not really knowing where he was going. He couldn’t go to his room, Throg would know where he was. No, he needed to find someplace to hide. Someplace no one would ever think to look for him. So, he went to the one place he knew no one would see his humiliation... Spencer ran until he made it to the cell Chantal had forced him into. The cell that had changed and ruined his life. The cell that had cost him his mate.

“Spencer!Damn it, answer me!”

A sharp slap had Spencer looking up and realizing everyone was staring at him in horror. Feeling something wet running down his cheeks, Spencer realized he had been crying. From their looks they all thought he was upset about the baby. No. He could never be upset about the baby. Not only was it the one thing in this world that would love him... truly love him... but it was the only part of Throg he would ever have. “I... I need to go.”

Spencer rushed from the room hearing Elijah calling his name. He needed to think. He needed to be alone. Again, he couldn’t go to his room, because Elijah would find him and demand answers. No. There was only one place he could go that he would be able to find that peace. The cell.