Warlord

“A son, Genevieve.” He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “You gave me a strong son.” Bronson cleared his throat, and she wondered if he did so because he was so choked up with emotion. “Little Tristian,” he whispered, touching the babe’s head, the strawberry-blond hair surprisingly thick. “I’ll train him to be respectful, to have pride for his family, his people, and his land,” Bronson seemed to say to himself.

She looked at Bronson then.

“He’ll know of our history and what we had to do to fight for what is ours.”

Family wasn’t just about her and Bronson living their life together or creating a family. It was about their history, their pasts. It was about the community, the fact that everyone worked together to make things the way they were, to make peace.

It was about loving something so fiercely you’d do anything to keep it safe.

Bronson might be the strongest warrior she’d ever known, but Genevieve knew he couldn’t do it alone. It took a village to bring everything together. And their son would know and understand that through and through.

Epilogue Two

Three years later

Bronson ran his hands up and down her back, his still-aching erection pressing against his wife’s soaked center. He had pounded her good and hard, made sure she was whimpering for more, but never relented, and had filled her with his seed just this morning. But now he would fill another part of her with himself, and he knew his wee wife would beg him for more. “Ye like what I have tae give ye, love.” He lowered his head and kissed the length of her spine. He had not said that as a question, because Genevieve loved everything he gave her and always begged him for more.

“Ye kno’ I do, Bronson,” Genevieve moaned out and thrust her arse out at him.

“In time, darlin’.” He moved back enough that he could look at her bottom. The globes were big and round, and his hands itched to spank her until redness coated them. “Ye want my big cock pushing into yer juicy arse?”

“Aye.” She groaned and thrust her bottom out once more.

He lost it, so far gone from his need to be inside her again that he lifted his hand and brought it down on her left cheek. She made a squeal of surprise, and he grinned. He did it again and again, alternating between her cheeks until both mounds were a vibrant red. He stopped when he saw her clenching the sheets in her hands and moved back an inch to see her arse and pussy in clear view. She was soaking for him, so wet in fact that her cunt glistened from her cream, and her juices slid down her inner thighs.

“Aye, love, ye are verra far gone for me.” He smoothed his hands over her back, across her generous hips, and along the crease of her arse. He spread the cheeks wide, taking in the sight of her tight hole and the red, swollen cleft of her pussy. His mouth watered for a taste, and his cock jerked in response. He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her hips up, and brought her bottom flush with his groin. She braced herself on her hands and knees and pressed her ass closer into him. He ran his palm up her spine, moved her hair over, and stared at the graceful arch of her neck. Her back was smooth and flawless, her arse succulent and perfectly round.

His wee wife had an arse that made warriors fall to their knees. Hell, he had fallen to his knees to worship her, because a woman who had a body like Genevieve’s had surely been brought to the land by the gods.

He squeezed her ass, gripping the skin and parting it slightly once more. He was perfectly still behind her, his focus on the tight hole he was about to fuck. Gods, he loved spanking her, and so he did it a few more times until she was all but grinding herself back on him. He grabbed his cock, stroked himself from root to tip, and loved that she gasped out in pleasure when she looked over her shoulder and saw what he was doing.

He slid his finger slowly between her cheeks and rested the pad of his thumb on the tight hole in the center. “Lass, tell me ye want me tae fook yer arse good and hard.” He removed his thumb and placed the tip of his dick against her anus.

“Ye ask me every time, Bronson.” She stared at him right in the eyes, and her red hair slid along her shoulder and covered one of her breasts that swung freely beneath her.

“Fook, Genevieve, if ye only knew what ye do tae me with a look alone.” He breathed out heavily. “I could fooking devour ye whole right now until there is nothing left.” He bent down and kissed both globes of her ass then slid his tongue over the small of her back and along the length of her spine. He straightened and stared at her bottom once more. He knew her tight hole would strangle his cock with pleasure when he slid it in, and he was nigh about to burst as it was. Although he would have filled her with his cum, because Bronson wanted far more children, Genevieve had wanted this, and what kind of husband would he be if he denied his lovely wife?