His Secret Baby

by Ashlee Price

  “We have modern dresses in the closet.” The woman’s bird-like face was apprehensive. Aria started to realize that she was worried about something. Aria wondered if she was scared of her husband.

  “I assure you, nothing will happen to you. I am just not going to wear it. I will find something, thank you for your help.”

  Aria was trying to qualm her fears, though she did not think that she had done such a good job. She looked even more stricken and her hand touched her shoulder lightly. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I am fine.” Petra shook her head and looked to her with black eyes. There was something in her depths that Aria didn’t understand. Everyone she had met since the sham wedding, were so strange and she had to wonder what her life would be like with them in it. There was so much for her to learn. “We are all glad you’re here Aria. Just remember that.”

  The small woman left the room and Aria to her thoughts. Petra shook her head and was stunned. It was going to be interesting, she thought to herself.

  Chapter 4

  Aria grumbled for a minute as she looked through the clothing. It was like the furniture and the house itself, from another time. She did not see much of anything that she wanted to wear until she came to the back that had some more modern choices. There were still mainly dresses, but there were some leggings and a couple of tops that she thought would do.

  While Aria had a real aversion to all things girly, it was the idea that he wanted her to wear them that made her rebel so much. Keith seemed to be one of the collaborators and not a victim. There didn’t seem to be anything vulnerable about him and she had the feeling, he could read her mind anyways. Something was amiss and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what. Some things can’t be unlearned or unseen. Her resignation feeling from earlier had passed and she started to wonder how hard it would be to just walk out of there.

  Walking into the bathroom, she sighed from the bright interior. Even though everything else seemed dated, there were modern conveniences tucked away and she wanted to hug the shower. It wasn’t because she was dirty, but because she ached for something familiar like the relaxation of the steamy water. As soon as the steam started rising in the room, Aria was already feeling better.

  She quickly undressed and slipped into the shower stall, groaning from the hot spray on her skin. It felt heavenly and helped wake her up. She didn’t hear the door to the bathroom open, nor did she see the moving blur through the opaque textured glass. It was only when the door opened and a naked Keith started to push in, did Aria realize she wasn’t alone.

  Aria cried out and covered herself. “What are you doing?!”

  She clung to the side of the shower as his body filled up the cocoon she was in. He closed the door and though she tried hard not to touch him, her large breasts heaved inches from his rock-hard chest. There was one part of him that touched her and when she looked down, she gasped, moving farther away.

  “I am here to help dove. Turn around and I will wash your back.”

  He was already turning her, long before she gave her permission. Once again, the man did not find her compliance that important. Aria had very little time to worry about anything, before his hands were on her. With a bar of soap in hand, he started to rub a trail of bubbles on her shoulders and arms. Keith worked his way down her body, his hands massaging more and more.

  The soap dropped from his hands and instead of trying to pick it up, he used the soap already everywhere on her, to continue his torture of her quivering body. Aria’s head dropped back to his shoulders as she let him envelope her. It was when he got to the area between her legs that she finally balked. Her hand tried to move his, but it only resulted in him capturing hers and holding them down to her sides.

  “It is impossible to deny me. I bet your body is already wet.” Aria denied it in her mind, but when he slid his hard length between her thighs, the bluff was called. He hissed in her ear as he started to slide himself back and forth across her quim. The wetness was slicker than water and for a second, Keith didn’t want to wait or to do things the right way.

  His grip tightened on her arms as he pumped quicker between her thick thighs. His breath was ragged and matched Aria’s. The friction and rubbing were heating her below and each thrust of his hips, slid his thick rigid head across her clit. Before she could stop herself, her body tensed up. She tried to push away, not wanting to give in to him.

  “Stop Keith.”

  He immediately did. His throbbing head was discolored purple as blood poured in and she could see it sticking out of her legs below her.

  Her hand wanted to touch it, but she was held down and unable.

  “Are you sure?”

  Keith’s voice was strained, as he too had found the stimulation enough as well. He was on a cusp and he could still feel her quivering against him at her own precipice.

  “Yes, I just wanted to take a shower. I am not ready for this.”

  Keith slid back slowly, pressing his twitching rod against her. It was as if he was nudging her at the edge, leaving her teetering. She made an anxious noise and she almost asked him to finish her, but she didn’t. His mind reading didn’t seem to work and he turned her back around to face him.

  “Only when you’re ready Aria. Are you sure you’re not ready now?” His large hands engulfed her breasts, pulling at the hard tips, making her blue eyes flutter closed. Each pleasurable shock went right to her needy core. When she didn’t answer him, he gave her a light kiss and got out.

  “Soon Aria.”

  Chapter 5

  Aria was left in a fuddled state that she only pulled herself from when the water got so cold she couldn’t stand it anymore. She toweled herself off and heard the bedroom door open and close. She had a hopeful surge that it was Keith coming back to take her out of her misery, but instead the small black-haired Petra was back.

  “I am here to help you get ready.”

  Aria was looking around for a towel at the moment and she went to a cabinet and handed her one. She thanked her, but was surprised to feel the woman’s eyes on her body. Aria covered herself, sure that she could tell what had just happened. Or what hadn’t happened.

  “Would you like me to go get your husband?”

  She shook her head ‘no’ a bit too quickly. “I don’t need help getting dressed. Thank you though.” Aria tried to temper her answer, but she was annoyed at the way they were treating her. She wanted answers that made sense and it didn’t seem like she was going to be getting many until they deemed it necessary.

  “You’re to meet your new family for the first time in this?” Petra had picked up the black leggings and black top. She obviously didn’t approve by the way her nose crinkled up, which only made Aria want to wear it even more. The idea that Keith would be as unhappy with her choice was just a bonus. She was sick of accommodating the madness and she put her foot down with her clothing. It was still not clear if she was going to put up with the charade much longer anyways.

  Petra snapped a look to her, but said nothing more on the garments. “Let me at least do your hair.”

  Aria dropped her towel and walked to the mirror. Her curves held no secrets from the shower though she was almost convinced she’d have had a sign in red signaling its moments. The eyes behind her met with hers in the mirror. She pushed her fingers through her short hair and it spiked a little as the majority slicked back. “There, finished.”

  She pulled her leggings on and the top as well. The underwear had come from the modern side of her new wardrobe. They made her feel normal, in such an abnormal reality. They also seemed to get more than enough attention from Petra. It was not uncomfortable, just different in the way that she felt. With her sex drive so high, she almost looked at her in a sexual manner for a moment. Shaking her head and the ideas churning out, she said she was ready to the now quietly observing woman.

  ***

  The dining room was just as elegant as the rest of the house. The people sitting at the long, clothed table were pe
rfect for the surroundings and Aria started to immediately feel out of place. She hastened a thought of not fitting in and maybe she should have worn what he suggested, but the very idea that he was right offended her senses.

  “Here Aria, next to me.”

  Keith was at the head of the table and when her eyes met with his, she automatically felt the tingling in her nether region. He had left her unsatisfied and she wished again that she had not acted so rashly. The act of cutting her nose off to spite her face wasn’t near as pleasurable, when it left her tender and embarrassed in a room full of people she had never met.

  Introductions were made when she sat down and though the names were quickly forgotten, it was their eyes that stayed with her. They all had a glow in their eyes and the way they looked at her, was like they could see into her very soul. To say that the whole day was becoming unnerving was an understatement. If the day had not already been ruled out as a dream, it would be the only idea that made much sense.

  The room was quiet and dishes were brought out by uniformed servants. The maid who placed it down in front of her did not have the same look in her eyes, nor the same feel as she got close. There was something different about one of the groups.

  Keith tried a bit of small talk, asking her questions about herself. Aria snapped back answers. “It seems you know more about me than I do, so why don’t you tell me something?”

  There was almost a collective gasp from the way that she talked to him. She did not see anything wrong with her words, so she pushed forward. “Actually I think I deserve some answers. I think I have been pretty cool about this whole thing, but seriously, what gives?”

  Keith’s jaw twitched as he stared at her. He did not seem mad or upset, just contemplative. As his eyes broke with hers and looked out the window behind him, he made a decision and hoped that she was ready for the answers she sought.

  Chapter 6

  “We have a legend in our family, your family now. It is of a young man that falls in love. His love isn’t returned and in his pain of rejection, he curses his love to the stars with the help of magic.” Aria grinned, though the solemn look on everyone’s face made it less funny.

  “Through the generations, his curse was turned on him and he was never able to find love. He tried everything, but magic always has a consequence. It wasn’t just him that was cursed, but everyone around him. His family, his friends, all were struck with loss and unrequited love. None of them have ever been able to find a mate. Their line was dying so they went to drastic measures to secure a way to break the curse.”

  Aria was getting more uncomfortable. She had went from thinking it was a fantastical tale, to realizing that they were all crazy and she was in a situation that she quickly needed to get out of. Remembering his innate ability to know her thoughts, she tried to clear her thoughts by listening to his story. It was becoming painfully clear that she was the only one in the room that viewed it as just a story.

  “Returning to the same witch that had made the mess in the first place, the man made her make a spell to change his fate. He told the old hag that he’d do anything to release himself and his family from the curse. He was given instructions to find the Star and to wait for one with blonde hair and blue eyes the color of the sky to be born. Then he’d have to wait another eighteen years until they were to be wed. In the first moon after her birthday, she’d become Queen of the Calien Pack and the curse would lift from all.”

  Aria waited for more, but it seemed the story had ended or had yet to be finished. There were strange words sprinkled in that she wondered about. His eyes burned into hers and she looked down at her plate to avoid the contact. His pull on her was stronger when their eyes met and she did not want to feel the overwhelming sensation there in front of all of the prying eyes of his family.

  “That is quite a story Keith. You all seemed to have heard it before.” Aria kept her mind clear. She started to think about the bathroom and how badly she had to go. She didn’t really, but she just filled her mind with thoughts like that. After several moments, Keith bent down and told her to follow the hall to relieve herself.

  In that moment, Aria realized three things. That he could and possibly all of them could read her thoughts. Which made him seriously not normal and that she had to get the hell out of there because the idea that they weren’t crazy was even worse than sitting in the woods with a bunch of crazy people.

  Aria tried to think of only the bathroom, overshadowing her other thoughts that she couldn’t control. She stood up and ignored the eyes on her. She looked down at her feet as she went the way he had suggested. She found the door and when she shut the hard wood, she locked the handle and the slid lock on the top. Aria needed a moment to think and she hoped she was far enough away. She didn’t know how their telepathy worked or why, she just needed to go. Aria didn’t want to know anymore, especially if it was in the same ilk as the story was. It was too fantastical to believe, but the situation was too strange not to.

  She was lost in her misery and her fate that seemed to be so far from what she had thought about only hours before. She was on an adventure, but surely it wasn’t the one that she really wanted. It was in her despair that she saw the window in the corner of the plush bathroom. While the window was small, her determination won out and she was quickly squeezing through the small opening. The clear night air tasted like freedom and she did not even care that she got dirt on her hands and clothing where she fell onto the ground. Nothing mattered but getting away from wherever she was. Aria had no idea where she was going to go, but she knew that it had to be better than there.

  ***

  “Looks like we have a runner.”

  Petra smiled to herself, but quickly veiled it with the sharp look from the pack’s Alpha. “I am sorry. Would you like me to go get her for you? It is almost time.”

  Keith glanced at the woman and then at the way her scent trailed.

  “No, I will.”

  Nothing was going how it was supposed to and he knew that they would miss the ceremony if he did not get her back in time. His heart raced as he leapt out the window that she had escaped. His eyes changed as the moon light hit his body and he took off in the direction of her scent. It wasn’t long before he picked up other smells that bothered him. His change was complete and by the time he got to Aria, she was cornered by a man who was trying to console her.

  Aria’s eyes widened at the large wolf that suddenly appeared. The eyes were familiar and she felt drawn to it.

  “Aria, stay away from that beast. That is your husband. We need to leave now. They need to keep their fate as it should be.”

  Aria looked at the man who claimed to be her father. She could see the resemblance in their faces, but she kept looking over to her husband. She knew he was different, but she never would have guessed what he’d become. It was then that her father wielded a short, crooked blade and pushed her down to get at the creature. Aria couldn’t believe she had found her voice, “Stop! He is my husband!”

  The wolf looked at her with those eyes and was surprised when she moved in front of him, shielding him from the man. No one was more surprised by her action than she was, but she knew that she had to protect him for some reason. Maybe she believed in the stories or maybe it was the way he made her feel when he touched her. Either way, Aria couldn’t see him hurt by anyone, even someone who said that they were related by blood.

  “Leave us or I will release him and let him have his way with you, father.”

  The man shrank back, fear in his eyes as she put her arm loosely around the wolf’s neck. It was larger than it should have been and by the way it was growling, she’d have been afraid to. If it wasn’t Keith, the man of her destiny, she’d have already swooned from the size of him. He could put terror into anyone’s heart except her. She was oddly aroused and couldn’t wait for his form to change back and for him to finish what he had started in the shower. Aria was tired of waiting.

  Chapter 7

  “I am s
o sorry I left Keith.”

  The wolf didn’t speak, she didn’t know if it could. He urged her onto his back and she slid her legs across him and moaned softly as she felt the soft fur through the thin undergarments and tight leggings. She clung to his fur as he suggested, her own mind answering the questions that he had.

  “How?”

  “You’re my Queen my dove. All of the pack can do it and you’re one of us now.”

  Aria had no more questions and certainly no more space in her brain for the answers. She once again felt herself calmly accepting what was to be, even though she knew not what it was. There was no more fear of what was to come, but excitement as she slid back and forth on his furry back. The muscles in his legs bunched as he took her back to her home and back to the fate she tried to run away from.

  ***

  Aria was brought into a room that she had not been into. Keith referred to it as the altar room and there were candles lit everywhere. A symbol was drawn onto the floor and it was lined with more candles. Everyone from the dinner was there and though their eyes were just as intense, she felt less and less uneasy.

  “Here?”

  Keith shook his head. The skylight let the moonlight through and his skin appeared metallic for a moment. Her heart started to slam in her chest. He had told her what to expect or what would happen. They were to consummate their marriage and apparently, Aria was going to have to do it in front of all of those people.

  Keith directed her out of her clothing and only stopped when she stood in her dark bra and panties. His eyes devoured her and the idea that others were watching only a few feet away, made it all seem so much naughtier. Her body was already responding to the situation, her thighs slickening with her need.