Page 56 of Expecting The Unexpected

Seeing Groth flying high and just behind Tumm, Throg Needed to get Tumm away from where Spencer was hanging, before the man caught sight of him or even Groth. Throg did the only thing he could think to do, and hoped that Spencer would forgive him. He went for Tumm’s weak spot... Throg himself.

Sauntering closer to Tumm, it had the desired effect, if the tenting behind the man’s towel was any indication. “Why are we worrying about a bird call when we could be doing something much better and far more entertaining?”

Tumm’s eyes darkened with want as Throg gripped him close, and turned him away from the outdoors, walking the man back into the room. He had just enough time to see Groth swoop in and snatch Spencer from the balcony and take him away... thank fuck.

Throg hated touching the man, and hated being touched by him. He needed to get the fuck out of there, but had no clue how it was...

“Throg! Get your ass out of that room, this minute.” Spencer shouted, as a hard banging started on the door.

Throg pulled back fast, thanking the gods once more for his mate’s quick thinking, but then again, he didn’t want his mate coming in the room and risking getting hurt.

Before Throg could do anything, Tumm went stiff and marched to the door, allowing his towel to fall as he swung the door open. “What do you want, shifter?”

Tumm’s disgust was clear as he faced down Spencer, and Throg was ready to knock the fucker out.

Spencer pushed passed Tumm, “I want my mate.”

“Well, he doesn’t want you, now get the fuck out of my room, or I’ll have you removed.” Tumm said, in that hoity-toity tone one would use on someone beneath you... or what a person might deem beneath themselves.

“Listen here, Tummy, Throg is mine... not yours... mine and I don’t fucking share.” Spencer snarled.

Tumm sneered at Spencer, “My name is Tumm, not Tummy.”

Shrugging, Spencer said, “I’m not real good at names, so I tend to use name recognition. You know dog... Throg, ass... Nas, Dummy... Tummy, that kind of thing.”

Tumm opened his mouth to say something when his eyes narrowed in on something just behind Spencer. “What the fuck?”

Throg turned to see Tumm’s laptop, not only open, but signaling something had been downloaded.

Throg pushed Spencer behind him as Tumm looked at him as if to kill, “What did you do? This was all a setup wasn’t it? You coming on to me and...” Tumm snarled, and pointed to Spencer as the man leaned around Throg to see what was going on. “You! You flea-bitten, fungus-growing, parasite, bed of shit! Give me what you stole.”

Spencer snorted, “Not likely asshole. I already sent it to three different locations and you are finished.”

Tumm rushed forward as if to attack Spencer. Throg shot a right hook that hit Tumm in the jaw causing his head to whip to the right as the man flew back into the bedside table and crashing the lamp to the ground. Tumm’s ass hit the floor, just as the door burst open and Mennen, Groth, Hron, and Caliph Redmen rushed into the room with the two ancients right behind them.

Seeing his son on the floor, blood dripping from his lip, Urr asked, “What is the meaning of this? Tumm is the eldest child of the ancients. How dare you or anyone harm him!”

“I dare when the fucker attacks my mate. I dare when the fucker is a treasonous bastard that needs to die. I do...” Throg stopped, not realizing he was moving towards Tumm, ready to choke the life out of the bastard, until Spencer grabbed him.

“Treason? Tumm, what is Throg talking about?” his father, Blinn, asked in confusion.

“He’s lying!” Tumm said, getting to his feet. “These two attacked me in my room. That... that shifter tried to kill me and he needs to be taken to the elder council.”

Spencer snorted, “You are so full of shit, Tummy. I don’t think an entire box of laxatives can help you.”

“Somebody better start talking and fast. I have a feeling that your trip here was done under false pretenses, and I don’t appreciate deception. I welcomed you into my clutch, and this is how you repay me? Attacking an ancient’s eldest son? Klondike, contact the ancient council and—”

“Go ahead and call them. When they get here, we can have good-ole Tummy here tell them how he’s been working with a group of Nakaka trying to take out every ancient... including his own fathers, so that he and a bunch of fucktards can take over and decimate the human race... oh, and the shifters too,” Spencer snapped. “What I got may not say exactly that, but that’s the gist of it... well, if his diary is anything to go by.”

Spencer pointed to Tumm’s wrist, “Someone needs to get the drive from his bracelet. I have a feeling we’ll get even more information from it. I already found names and locations of the others, and we were right, Hron. The places we thought the other drives were...”

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up,shifter.” Tumm snarled once again, but before he could attack Spencer, Throg had the man pinned to the wall, with his forearm pressing into the Nakaka’s throat.

“I should crush your windpipe you traitorous fucker. How could you? How could you turn on your own like this? You are the eldest of the ancients. You know...”

“What I know is that the Nakaka were attacked and devastated by both humans and shifters, and where were you? Where were our great and loyal Ancient guards? Getting your rocks off, that’s where! My baby brother was dead. My friends were dead, and the guards, created to protect us, were off emptying their balls,” Tumm hissed out.

Throg let go of Tumm and stepped back. “We had no idea...”