He stopped just past the threshold. The room glowed with candlelight. A feast fit for royalty had been spread upon the table. Emily, his beautiful wife, lay upon the furs atop the bed with naught covering her desirable body. The only feast he desired.
His arousal pressed hard against histrews.
“Hello, husband.” The softly spoken greeting jerked him into action.
He crossed the floor with long strides. He marveled at her perfection. “Hello, wife.”
She slid over and patted the mattress beside her.
He stripped quickly and joined her on the bed. “I went to find you at the castle, wanting to tell you of a decision I made. That is when Lady Isobell gave me your missive.”
“I have something to share with you as well, but first, make love to me.” Her husky voice and the desire in her soft blue eyes fired his blood and he couldn’t deny the request.
Their loving flowed with beauty and intensity and, as always, like the first time.
Afterward, Emily caressed his chest, drawing wee circleswith nimble fingers.
“What is it, sweetling? What have you to tell me?”
“I’m going to have a baby…abairn.”
“You are?” The question near to strangled in his throat. At her tentative nod, he wrapped her in a tender embrace. “Your news has brought me immense joy.”
“So, what was the decision you wanted to share with me?” Emily asked later while they ate.
“I have decided to nae longer stalk the white stag. I saw him today. He is a magnificent beast. He deserves to live a long life.”
Emily squeezed his hand. “I’m glad.”
Gregor no longer felt the need to prove himself to his father, to the chief, or to the clan. The only person’s opinion that mattered to him was the love of his life—Emily.
