Page 80 of The Beast

Once settled between her legs, Duncan took himself in hand and guided himself to her entrance. The first nudge sent trails of heat up and down each leg. He pushed in, slowly, taking his time and allowing for adjustment to his girth.

Finally, fully seated, he pulled back out just enough for her to grab his bottom and pull. He drove in and once again filled her completely. Over and over, he slid in and out with measured slowness, driving her to madness.

When she could not stand it any longer and lifted her hips from the bed, Duncan increased his pace.

His hand slid under her hips and he lifted Beatrice off the bed to allow deeper access.

With each thrust and withdrawal, it sent them higher and further into a passionate release. Despite doing her best to remain in the moment Beatrice was spiraling and soon began to cry out as he drove fast and deeper until she lost all control.

Duncan’s deep grunts continued, past the point of awareness other than seeking release. His thrusts became swift. Too lost in her own passion, Beatrice couldn’t garner any energy to do more than lay under him.

When his mouth covered her breast and he took the tip in, sucking it hard, she cried out a second release threatening.

“Finish with me,” Duncan gasped, taking the other tip in, and pulling it with his teeth. It wasn’t gentle, but not painful either. There was an effect from his actions. Beatrice began to flail beneath him until she lost grasp of reality, floating above them, free as a bird.

Ten days later…

Beatrice hurried through the great room to the kitchen in search of Gara. The woman looked up from the pot she stirred when Beatrice entered. “What can I do for ye, Lady Beatrice?”

“I am most hungry this morning,” she explained. “Could I have toast and tea? Once Misters Duncan and Caelan rise then we will have first meal together.”

The woman gave her a warm look. “Ye have been very hungry since arriving. Are ye with child?”

The thought of it terrified her. Not the having children, those she badly wanted. It was the entire idea of birthing, not something she planned to go through anytime soon. “I certainly hope not,” she replied and then amended by stating. “Not so soon anyway.”

Gara nodded. “It is a beautiful experience, except for one day.” She laughed at her own joke and grinned. “Tea and toast will be brought shortly.”

Once seated in the great room, Beatrice considered the possibility of being with child. Unable to remember when her last monthly courses had been, she stood and paced the room. Surely, she must have had them since marrying. In her mind, she calculated the time since her courses had come and left and then began counting days until marrying Duncan.

“Oh no,” she whispered harshly.

“Is something wrong?” Duncan had entered and stood near the end of the table.

“I forgot yer mother and Isobel were coming tomorrow. I am not sure to have proper items for a good meal. I will have to travel to the village this morning.” It was true, however, that was not the reason she’d uttered the two words.

By the end of the day, Beatrice could barely stand keeping it to herself. There was no question, she was with child. Her mind swirled with astonishment and she giggled wondering what Duncan’s response would be. She wanted to inform Isobel and Lady Mariel the following day, so it was time to divulge the information to her husband.

When she slipped into the bed, he joined her and turning to his side, kissed her soundly. “I love ye in my bed every night.”

“Truth be told,” Beatrice replied. “This is my bed.”

“We could have remained in my bedroom. There is nothing wrong with it.” He nuzzled her neck. “Ye smell so good,” the husky murmurs sent shivers of awareness through her.

Beatrice brushed hair from his face and looked at him. “There is something ye have to know.”

“What is it?” Immediately he was tense, expecting bad news.

Lips curving, Beatrice teased him, “I think it is good, but ye will have to tell me what ye think. Ye and I will be parents by late spring.”

The room went absolutely silent, only the sound of the wood cracking in the fire. It was as if the air left.

Duncan lowered his head and buried his face into her shoulder.

“What is it darling? Are ye crying?” Beatrice lifted his face and looked at his wet cheeks. “I love ye so much.”

“I love ye,” Duncan replied and once again hid his face. “Thank ye for making me a full man. Bringing happiness to my life.”

Overwhelmed with love for him, Beatrice wrapped her arms around him and let out a shaky breath.