Page 42 of Expecting The Unexpected

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 granted 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.