This Battle Lord's Quest

Chapter 2-2

“Where’s Mattox?”

“With Tory and Fortune. He’s spending the night with them.”

“Why?”

“Because Liam and Saxon are planning on inducing labor on Mother, and I figured it could take most of the night. In case either of us was needed, we’d be able to run over there without having to worry about him.” He leaned in to give her a moist kiss that tasted of grape juice. “And, in the event we wanted to try for number two, ourselves.”

He kissed her again, licking the corner of her mouth. His hands were already under her tunic, moving with slow, deliberate motions across her bare skin. Massaging. Teasing. They cupped her breasts and pinched her n*****s. Atty moaned. His kisses stole her sanity. His hands were melting her across the table. The grapes fell from her fingers as she grasped his broad shoulders to hold on.

“My Atrilan.” His mouth brushed across her neck, his tongue inciting tingling sensations as he touched upon her sensitive skin. Hungrily, she sought his lips again, wanting him to drive her over the brink.

Their hands fumbled in the pale light to undo belts and buttons. Atty started to shove her pants down when she felt herself being pressed back onto the table, a spear of flesh pressed insistently between her thighs. She grabbed it with one hand, but Yulen took her wrist and disengaged her fingers.

“No. This way.” His breath warmed her ear. In the next instant, he moved away from her. She opened her mouth to protest the loss of his body heat in the coolness of the room, when he took her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Jerking her backwards until her legs hung all the way over the edge of the table, he spread her butt cheeks. Atty dropped her forehead to the wood and moaned in anticipation.

It had been too long since they’d been able to have this kind of s*x. Playful s*x. Spontaneous s*x. Too often these days they were interrupted either before c****s or during, and usually by Mattox. Ever since the boy learned how to climb out of his crib, they had given him a regular bed, but opted to keep their son in the nursery in the room adjacent to theirs, rather than move him downstairs. Whenever the child wanted to be with his parents, it was not unusual to find him in the bed with them. It made intimacy almost nonexistent.

Yulen slowly slid inside her, moving an inch at a time, giving her inner muscles a chance to yield to his length and pressure as they coated him with her juices. Pressing, filling, taking her completely, until he was sheathed all the way. Adjusting himself slightly, he leaned over, brushed away her hair, and licked the back of her neck. His fingertips roamed down her sides, tickling her until the gooseflesh rose in their wakes.

“My beloved Atrilan. Didn’t you tell me this was your fertile time?”

“Yessss.” Her breathy answer was cut short as he placed kisses across her shoulders and back. She shivered at his touch. At the same time, Yulen pulled out a bit, then pressed back inside. Out and in, keeping the rhythm steady, rocking them both on top of the table. She moaned in pleasure.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmured above her. “I sometimes see you walking about the compound, and I remember waking up next to you. I remember wanting to make love to you, but I’m needed elsewhere. I have to leave you lying there, but I spend the day thinking of you. Wishing I could follow you into the woods like we used to in the beginning, and have you over and over.”

Atty pressed her cheek to the flat surface, her fingers gripping the edges. This is what she loved, the way he talked to her. The way he built upon her passion and his one gradual layer at a time.

His speed increased, his command of her body all-encompassing. He was pounding into her with such force, the table squeaked with each movement. She could feel herself rising.

He shoved her blouse into a bunch around her neck and reached for her breasts again. This time, instead of shoving her hips against him, he held her steady and thrust with his own, spinning a new sensation through her.

“Yul!”

He grunted with each plunge inside her. There were no words to describe how wonderful this moment was, or how much she had been needing him. She could hear her heart pounding, the blood ringing in her ears. So close. So near.

Yulen hesitated, halted, and she gasped.

“What? No! Don’t stop!”

The pounding repeated itself. At the same time, she could make out the sound of bells chiming. Her body trembled in the wake of their lovemaking. She had almost come. She had almost reached her peak, and she knew Yulen was still hard and heavy within her.

“Sir!” The pounding echoed inside the house. Someone was at the front door, demanding entry, demanding attention.

Yulen muttered an obscenity and withdrew from her body. “Something’s happening. Get dressed, Atty,” he ordered darkly as he tried to stuff himself back into his pants.

The clanging continued. Loud. Echoing. Tolling three times, a pause, three more times. She knew what it meant before she pulled up her own breeches and watched her husband stride to the door. Her every nerve was on edge in the event of an emergency.

Tolling three times, a pause, three more times. The Battle Lord threw open the door, sword at ready. The soldier standing there nearly jumped back as Yulen barked at him.

“What?”

What?“I-I come at the request of MaGrath,” the man stammered. He got no further. Yulen dashed past him, with Atty at his heels.

They burst inside the clinic to find the physician sitting in the waiting room. They could see the man was exhausted, but he smiled warmly and got to his feet when they arrived.

“Mother?” Yulen gasped, grabbing the man’s shoulder.

“She’s fine. We’re done, and you have a brother.”

“A brother?”

Atty laughed at the look of disbelief on her husband’s face. “You have a baby brother, Yulen! Mattox has an uncle!” Throwing her arms around MaGrath’s neck, she kissed the man on the cheek. “Congratulations, Liam! Welcome to fatherhood!”