Bondmate (13 page)

Authors: J.J. Lore

Epilogue

Avanelle
of the Albin looked up from her herb garden when she heard the shriek of rage.
Little Abet was after her older brother again, this time with a large stick.
Her firstborn, Thom, ran on long, golden legs just ahead of his howling sister,
teasing her with his easy laughter and staying just out of reach of her
impromptu weapon as he dodged among the trees of their orchard.

“Thom,
take that stick from her before she hurts someone,” she called out, rolling to
her knees in the soft soil surrounding her treasured plants. Mateen and Bynton
had collected seeds and starts for her on their various expeditions, and she
loved the variety and spice the exotic plants brought to their home. Rising
slowly to her feet, allowing herself plenty of time to balance in between
movements, she finally stood, her heavy belly jutting out from her body as
their latest child kicked her hard from within. She was more than ready to
deliver, anxious to hold the newest Albin in her arms, watch Mateen and Bynton
swell with pride and love as they shared in its care.

A
prickle of awareness filled her, and she looked up at the gate just before her
men opened it and rushed into the garden, home from their day at the barracks,
ready for the attention of their children and her love. Mateen swept up Abet,
and she squealed as he tossed her up, her mane of thick, black hair shining in
the sun. Bynton grabbed Thom and tucked him under his arm like a package as he
strode to her, his golden eyes alight with contentment.

“How
fares our bondmate this day?” he asked with a lilt of humor in his voice. He
knew managing two small children while pregnant was much more strenuous than
conducting drills with new recruits. She kissed him by way of reply, careful to
avoid bumping into the struggling Thom.

“And
how fares the babe?” Mateen asked as he stroked his hand along her belly, Abet
riding his shoulder. The baby jumped inside, and she again marveled at the
connection all five, no, six of her family shared.

“Hopefully ready to be born.
I won’t be able
to walk much longer if I keep gaining.”

Mateen
and Bynton gave each other a knowing glance.

“Then
I suggest we take these two little wild ones next door for safe-keeping for an
hour or so,”
Mateen
said.

“Why?”
Avanelle had planned to serve their evening meal soon.

“Because Mateen and I are prepared to
help speed nature along.”
Bynton laughed.

Avanelle
realized what was coming, and her whole body warmed. Her men would spend as
long as she liked pleasing her, giving her orgasm after orgasm to hasten the
onset of labor. It had worked with both Thom and Abet, so why not now?

She
agreed with a smile and gathered her children in for a kiss, then her men, her
heart full, her life filled with uncounted facets of love.

The
End

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