Claymore and Dagger (closed)

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"I would dare, so don't make me," he told her, but with a smile that spoke of his love and worry. He wrapped his arms around her once more as her hands came to lay on his chest. With another slow, adoring kiss, he murmured. "You're going to turn me into an old man before my time, Kate. I'm already old enough." At thirty-one, he was in his prime but always worried about the future.
 
"And soon we'll have a cub to worry about." Kate said as he kissed her adoringly and held her tightly. "If it's a girl, I want to name her Mary. I know how much she meant to you and how happy she would be if she were still here."
 
"You don't have to do that for my sake, love. I let her go a long time ago," Kell assured her with a smile. "But if it's a boy, we're naming him after one of your parents. Julian or Brogan." He loved the two like they were his own parents, and he loved the Ghis as a whole for the life they'd given him.
 
"King Brogan Aleister of Scotland?" Kate asked with a soft laugh. "You are just asking for trouble with that name. Da would be over the moon. He misses the both of us and wants me to have the baby here. I'm going to do everything I can to make that happen."
 
"Then it will happen," Kell assured her. If she couldn't pull the strings, he certainly could. He scooped her up, still not letting her dress before he laid her back on their bed and settled beside her. He was pressed close against her side, kissing lovingly at her jaw and neck while his hand rested on her hip.
 
There had been many times where Kell had brought her to bed as naked as the day that she was born. He preferred her like that and she never minded. As he kissed her, his hand on her hip, she let herself relax and enjoy her husband.
 
"Are you just going to let me do all the work?" He asked with a chuckle, his head resting on her shoulder as he looked up at her. Their love life was always very casual and Kell made sure it rarely suffered from their work.
 
"Of course, because I'm mad at you." Kate teased as he looked up at her with those warm amber eyes. "You always make things extra special when I'm mad. Or when you have to steal me away. Or when I'm tired."

He always made things special for her. It was his mission to make sure that she was well cared for and that extended to their bedroom. They enjoyed a healthy relationship, with the normal stresses that couples went though.
 
"So... always." Kell gave her a little smile. He kissed her mating mark once more while the hand that lay on her hip pulled her a little closer and he took his sweet time to explore. Their love life had thrived since the moment it'd begun, even back when she didn't know quite how to please him on her own and he was still learning what she liked. Now with plenty of practice, he knew her well and he took great pride in it.

His fingers traced each curve as if he had all the time in the world, and his lips worshiped her skin around her shoulders and neck and her lips. There were times where he was in a hurry, especially around the full moon which tended to make everyone and everything a little wilder, but he was a gentle and knowledgeable lover.
 
Kate let out a lovely sigh and turned more towards her husband, reveling in his attentions. He had always been a kind lover, patient and willing to teach. He had lived a life before she had crossed his path, but he never made her feel as if she weren't worthy of his attentions.

Her fingers curled through his dark fur, tracing over the fine muscles that were hidden beneath it. The silver band on her finger shown brightly in the candlelight. They had married in a lovely ceremony with just her family there to witness. It was out of the ordinary for the queen of Scotland, but it had been what she wanted. Then, that evening, she had received Kell's mark, something that she cherished.
 
It always felt so soothing and lovely when Kate ran her fingers through his fur, and Kell rewarded her for it with a warm and distracting kiss while he sat up on his knees and both his hands took hold of her hips to pull her in until he fit snugly between her thighs. With a handsome smile, he let his lips wander down to her breasts. He'd never been shy about his obsession with her body. She was strong and solid, but she was also small enough for him to have a little fun with their size difference. He would often tease her by carrying her around, and he could exert absolute control on those nights that she wanted a beast.
 
Kell was a beast of a man, but he was always so gentle when it came to his wife. Many at court had commented on that. They had seen him deal with potential threats in a brutal fashion, but he never raised a rough hand towards Kate. In fact, he looked upon his tiny mate like a man completely in love. Kate, for her part, did the same. They didn't show affection in public. It was her choice. They were a united team when out together but their love was very private.

"Khelt." Kate whimpered as he nestled against the cradle of her hips, his lips worshiping her skin before he devoured her breasts. "More, love. Don't make me beg."
 
"Patience is a virtue," he reminded her with a small grin, but he indulged her anyway. Reaching down between them, he unbuttoned his trousers and she felt his hard shaft begin to press into her blossom slowly, almost too slowly. He loved to draw it out and tease her.
 
"Then you'll know that I am incredibly impatient." Kate murmured as her husband soon pressed into her body.

She let out a soft groan, her green eyes fluttering close at the sensation of being filled so intimately. He loved to tease her, to drive her wild with want and need. He was a master at that, she thought to herself as she curled her fingers tightly against his fur to anchor herself.
 
Kell's adoring and pleasured growl sounded warmly against her neck as he nuzzled close against her. "Oh, love," he whispered as his powerful hips took over and began to rock her body gently against the sheets.
 
Kate needed Kell in a way that she had never needed anyone else. The force of her need and love frightened her at times, but she knew that her wolf would always be there for her however he was needed. She needed him to take her mind away from the stress that consumed her every day life.

She let out a groan as his growl rumbled against her throat, his warm cheek and snout caressing against her skin. Each thrust of his hips had her body rocking against the sheets, her flesh moving in the most delightful way.
 
Kell couldn't help nipping lightly at her shoulder around her mark, his hands hooking behind her knees to wrap her legs more tightly about his waist. Then he took her hands and pinned them by her sides, smirking down at her as his solid cock found all those hidden, sensitive places.
 
"Kell!" Kate whined, whimpering as he nipped at her mark, wrapping her legs more firmly around his hips before he trapped her wrists against the bed.

He was smirking down at her, cocky in the fact that he could pleasure his wife in a way that no other man could. She moaned, letting herself be weak for the moment as he made slow, steady, passionate love with her.
 
Just when he was about to hit his stride, Kell shifted Kate around like she weighed nothing, until he mounted her from behind. One arm wrapped tightly under her own and across her chest, and the other hand began to skim and stroke over her seam, teasing for a while before his fingers began to play with her sensitive bud.
 
Kate was always in awe with how easily Kell could twist and turn her around. It was like she had weighed nothing at all as she found herself on her hands and knees, mounted from behind as her husband held her tightly. She whimpered, gasping as his fingers teased her bud until she felt herself tremble. Moments later, she was cumming for him, trembling from the force of the moment.
 
Kell held her steady even as her back arched against him, but he didn't stop til she was at the very height of her climax. A couple more firm thrusts, and he locked his hips against her own and stifled a howl against her shoulder when his seed flooded her belly.
 
Kate was panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating her firm skin as Kell held her tightly. They were both breathing heavily, the sounds loud in the quiet room. She might have put up a fight initially, but she felt herself relaxing in the aftermath. She would sleep soundly in the arms of her wolf, which is probably what he intended.

"I love you, Kell." She murmured as she caught her breath, turning her head to kiss her husband over her shoulder.
 
Kell met her with a long, adoring kiss before he lay her down against the sheets and he lay behind her with her back to his chest once more. "And I love you," he whispered against her ear. She could hear the fatigue catching up to him. He got only as much sleep as she did, but after keeping up with Sam and running around lately investigating the recent events, he was especially exhausted.
 
"We'll spend tomorrow in bed." Kate murmured as she heard the exhaustion in her husband's voice. "Breakfast in bed sounds wonderful. You can blame it on me and the baby."

She smiled at that thought, knowing that they would use that excuse more and more to get their time alone. With all of the hard work that she had done since taking the throne, she knew that she had the right to take a break. Things were calm for the time being.
 
Things began to calm down starting that next day. Sam was caught up in his work investigating and most of the town guards were more concerned with looking out for more Greeks and figuring out what had happened. That meant that no one was harassing or watching Will, and no one was actively looking for Fiona. She was free to come and go and take care of Roman and work secretly for Annie and David.

It was after about a month of no leads on who the Greek soldiers were that a huge hint came in the form of news of a rebellion brewing in Wick and Norway at the same time, made up of the people and the children of those who'd loyally served the likes of King Lochlan and Olaf. According to some intelligence gathered by Kell's men, Morgan Kerrigan had been a close friend to a rebel leader. Another piece of information led Kell to find out that the attempts on Rho and Brogan had not been specifically to destroy the Ghis, but to distract them with deaths of closest family members in order to keep them out of the fight and in mourning. And that led Kell to believe the woman who'd come to finish Morgan's work was likely from the same rebellion, and that the rebellion was gathering steam and mercenaries and allies outside the isles. But he still couldn't figure out why Fiona had been mixed up in it all, and why Greece was involved. Why such a faraway country?
 
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