Brock: A Bad Boy Romance (87 page)

“Oh. No, he hasn’t asked for that. I can’t imagine why, but he’s never so much as approached me with the prospect of it…”

Mik nodded twice. “Maybe he already…knows…” He looked Trish directly in the eyes and said, “I’m going to have to go, Trish. When this all blows over, I’ll come back, but I don’t wanna risk anything for either of us.”

Trish took a step forward, holding her hand out to stop Mik, but he’d already started shifting back into a bear. “I’m sorry…” she said quietly to herself to the man now turned a bear. He walked over to her and rubbed his head against her body, letting her pet the top of his head a few times before running off to the trees surrounding the village.

A deep sadness swallowed her heart and yet, Trish felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her chest. Even if Mik had to leave, he’d still be safe from Heris when she told him. As she thought about Heris, she remembered that he was going to be the one making dinner for the two of them this evening. Of all the times they didn’t speak to one another with words, sitting down at dinner was always the hardest to keep a straight face because it was the only time they actually talked to each other. Heris would go over his plans for the morning and Trish would listen.

However, it seemed that Trish had something else in mind for tonight’s dinner. Trish shifted back into the form of the bear and as she padded over to the kubeba village, her mind was made up: she’d tell him tonight.

The smells of hickory smoked ham, broiled steak, and mashed potatoes filled the room as Trish walked in. She sat down at her spot opposite of Heris’s. Unlike most higher ranked members, Heris kept his table short so he could easily share his meal and conversation with Trish without the extra effort associated with a long table. Trish trembled in her seat as Heris neared, humming to himself as he set down a plate full of food in front of her. “Decided to go with some of our favorites and just kind of…mash them all together. What do you think?” Heris asked with one of his kind smiles.

Trish could never stop herself from grinning back—at least a little. “That’s fine with me,” she said nervously, trying not to make her voice squeak or crack.

Heris nodded slowly. “All of you?”

Trish swallowed dry air, fidgeting in her seat. “Huh?”

“Your stomach has been acting up lately. We want to make sure all of you enjoys it, right?” Heris asked as he set down a plate at his end, but waited just a second before going back into the kitchen.

“Oh… Yeah, right. I wouldn’t want to have another morning like I did yesterday…” Trish’s words drifted off as she looked down at her plate full of food. The smell was a pleasant mixture that made her mouth water, but it wasn’t enough to keep her mind off of the scenarios playing in the back of her mind.

Heris disappeared into the kitchen for a few moments and then came out with a bottle of wine. Trish winced as he poured some into her glass and then his. He sat down and raised his glass to toast and hesitantly, she raised hers as well. “To another night happily married to my wife,” he said with a smile and took a sip. He looked to Trish a certain way, as if he was expecting her to mirror his actions.

Trish tentatively brought the glass to her lips and gingerly sipped, hardly tasting any of the liquid. She set the glass down and idly poked at the food for a little bit before taking her first bite. As she chewed the perfectly cooked meat, she looked around the room for distraction, but only managed to keep staring at Heris and wondering how to start what she had to say.

Eventually, she reached the conclusion that there was no way she’d be able to find the right words. There were only the best words that she could use to tell him as gently as possible. Before she realized what she was saying, she blurted out, “Heris, I’m pregnant!” and dug her teeth into another piece of meat.

Heris was silent, seemingly not responding to her words at all. Fearing she’d have to say it again, she asked, “Dear, did you hear me?” Heris nodded slowly, his face starting to twitch a little. Trish wanted to get up and go over to him, but her body was frozen in place.

“You’ve waited so long to tell me, love…” Heris said in a quiet growl just barely able to be heard by Trish. She gave him a confused look and he went on to say, “I’ve known it from the moment I met you, Trish. I could smell it a mile away, but don’t worry—no one’s nose is as good as mine.”

Trish looked down at her food, unable to keep looking into Heris’s. “So…”

“Yes, I knew the whole time, but I waited because I thought that it’d show how much you trusted me if you told me. If…” Heris trailed off for a moment. “If I didn’t have to confront you myself.” Heris noticed that Trish’s head was still down, so he slammed his fist on the table and shouted, “Trish! I’m your husband!” Her head shot up immediately. “Why do you think I haven’t asked you have you as my own? I can still smell the male on you… The one who did this to you, but I won’t be having any more of it.”

“I… I don’t know what to say, Heris…” Trish was at a loss for words even though her mind scrambled to come up with an answer.

“You don’t have to say anything,” Heris said as he flicked his wrist and grabbed his glass of wine. He took a few sips and then said, “I’m going to seek that boy out and I’m going to challenge him.” He set the glass down and sighed. “It would be the…honorable thing to do after all.”

“B-but, Heris...” Trish started to say as she reached out to him. “No one has to know… It could be our little secret…”

Heris shook his head slowly, cutting into his steak. “No, no, no, my dear. I’m afraid I can’t be doing that. There’s no honor in keeping secrets.” He glanced up at Trish. “This isn’t your fault, you know, your people don’t see things the same way mine do, so…”

“So what?” Trish blurted out. Her body was tense and her confidence fading, but she couldn’t let another battle break out—especially because of her. “If you get into it with him, then it could start another battle between our tribes—or worse. Does that sounds honorable? The best for your people? Our people?”

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.