Page 38 of The Highlander’s Hellion Wife (Legacy of Highland Lairds #1)

“Duncan!” Alison cried out, her husband’s name falling from her lips over and over as pleasure built within her.

He was on his knees before her, blue eyes twinkling as he watched her from between her thighs.

Christ, but I love this man.

And she did. In the past year since Duncan had come back home, she had grown to love him more and more with each passing day. Even when she thought it was impossible, she still found a way for her love for him to grow.

It definitely helped when he devoured her like a man starving nearly every night.

Duncan gave her sex one final long, luxurious lick before pulling away from her. Alison’s lower lip jutted out, a protest bubbling up her throat.

But the words died in her throat when he spoke, “I need to feel ye now, wife.”

His growl sent shivers down her spine, but she did not have time to catch her breath before he was on her.

In a swift, practiced movement, he claimed her.

Duncan filled her so entirely, sheathing himself within her and making her writhe all over again.

With a growl, he began to move inside her. They were practiced in the art of lovemaking by now, and it took them no time at all to find their rhythm.

Alison clawed at Duncan’s back, her nails sinking into his flesh. Duncan groaned, the sound sending bolts of pleasure through her veins.

She did not know if she could ever get enough of this. Even after all this time, they still found moments to sneak away, finding themselves wrapped in one another’s arms.

Duncan kissed her, his mouth coming down fierce and hard as his hips bucked. She cried out again as pleasure began to spiral within her.

It was building up and up, like a coil of rope deep within her belly. Tighter and tighter it wound, threatening to wind itself so tight that it snapped entirely.

She was climbing, her body folding in on itself as it worked toward the thing it so desperately craved. Release.

With one final, powerful thrust, that release found her. Wave after wave crashed over her, causing her husband’s name to fall from her lips once more.

Duncan’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing labored until finally he was grunting his own pleasure, thrusting again and again until he fully emptied himself inside her.

The two of them panted as they began to come down from the high of their lovemaking, their hearts beating so fast it was all the two of them could hear.

Duncan collapsed on top of her, both of their chests heaving. Alison absentmindedly dragged her fingers through his hair.

As always, she felt the quickening in her stomach as his release settled within her. But that did not matter, not anymore.

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the thought. Her hand came up to rub small, languid circles on her stomach.

Duncan turned his head, moving so that he was no longer lying on top of her, and pulled her so she could lie on his chest. They were in his bed, where they spent most of their nights, although they did spend the occasional night in Alison’s chambers to be closer to Rosie.

“Do ye think she’ll be in a better mood tomorrow?” Duncan asked.

Alison chuckled. “Ye ken our daughter,” she said. “Once she gets an idea in her head, she willnae let go of it anytime soon.”

“Aye,” Duncan agreed with a grunt. “I ken she’s a stubborn one, just like her maither.”

Alison chuckled, swatting playfully at his chest with her free hand. “More like her faither!” she protested.

“She can be like the both of us.”

The grin that split Duncan’s face threatened to break her heart in two with its beauty. Alison did not know what she did to deserve this life, or why she had become so incredibly favored by God. But favored she was. And she would spend the rest of her days thanking Him for all the gifts he had bestowed upon her.

“Do ye think she’ll ask again tomorrow?” Duncan asked, his voice now pensive, drawing her attention.

Earlier that day, Rosie had walked around, demanding that they give her a little brother or sister. Apparently, one of her friend’s families had just welcomed a new baby, and she was obsessed with the idea of having one of their own.

“For a new baby?” Alison clarified.

Duncan nodded his head.

“Aye, I think she’ll ask every day until we tell her the good news.”

Duncan rolled over so that he was propped up on his elbow, hovering over her so that he could place a kiss on her belly.

“Do ye think we made it happen tonight?” he asked, grinning down at her. “Or should we try to make her a little brother or sister again tomorrow?”

“Och, we can keep tryin’, but we didnae make one tonight,” Alison said, smiling at him softly.

Duncan’s eyebrows shot up. “And how do ye ken? Ye might be with child right now and nae even ken it.”

“Nay, I ken,” Alison said. “I’m certain we didnae make one tonight.”

She rolled over so she was lying on her back, and her hands came up to rest gently on her belly.

“And I’m certain because there’s already a bairn in me belly,” she continued, watching her husband as the weight of what she had said sunk in.

“Ye’re certain?” he asked as hope lit up every inch of his face.

Alison nodded. “Aye. Malina and I have suspected it for some time, but she confirmed it today. Felt the little bairn flutterin’ in there already.”

Wonder filled Duncan’s face as he rested a large hand on her stomach.

“A bairn,” he murmured reverently, his eyes fixed on the skin beneath his splayed fingers.

“Aye, a bairn,” she repeated. “Will be givin’ ye another reason to stay.”

She beamed at him as he turned his gaze to her, finally comfortable enough to poke fun at her old insecurities.

“Ye already ken that I’m nae leavin’,” Duncan growled, but there was no real menace in his voice.

“Ye promise?” Alison asked, still grinning.

“I promise,” he echoed. “Ye’re stuck with me forever.”

Alison’s smile widened.

Forever. She rather liked the sound of that.

The End.