Moments later, he left the keep. Damning himself with each step he took. Knowing that his freedom to have her would destroy the life he now knew.

But what once was enough…

His hands reached for the sky as his roar echoed through the night.

Chapter 20

“For God’s sake, Gwen, what are you doing?” Greylen asked, shaking his head. He was dressing and she was lying on the floor.

“Sit-ups, Greylen.”

“Ah…your simple exercises, wife. To run you simply run, and to do sit-ups you sit up. Is that the way of it?” he teased.

“Aye, it is, and these sit-ups keep my stomach flat and tight. Something that I can honestly say pleases you,” she said, continuing her crunches.

He straddled her body. Grinning, he pushed her to the floor. “What would please me more is your belly filled with my babe, and an end to your thusly named exertions.”

“Really?”

“Aye, really,” he answered. “Don’t you want children?”

“Of course, I just… We just never talked about it,” she stammered.

“Nay, we only rut like animals two or more times a day.” He laughed, then kissed her.

“Oh my God, Greylen, I could be pregnant.”

“Aye, love, we should know in a matter of days.”

Greylen made love to her again, as if proving his point before leaving with his men. Gwen still continued to watch them every morning, calling out playfully as they stood in the doorway. Today, however, she realized she forgot to tell Greylen something and ran downstairs. When she’d opened the door, they were exchanging coins. They looked guilty as hell.

“What’s this?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“These are called coins, Gwendolyn,” Greylen said, holding one up. “We use them to purchase things.”

“I know what frigging coins are, you idiot. I meant, what in the hell are you doing with them?”

“She has the foulest mouth,” Greylen said to his men, like she wasn’t standing right in front of them.

“Answer me, husband,” she hissed.

“We’re trading them.” He grinned.

Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “Do I look like an idiot? Because I’m not.”

He laughed.

She gasped as it hit her. “You’re betting on what I ask for in the mornings, aren’t you?”

“Ah, Gwen, don’t be angry. You’ll be happy to know, I always win.”

“And you’ll be happy to know, I’m gonna kick your ass.” She came at him no-holds-barred, and he wrestled her to the ground seconds later.

“Give,” he said, smiling above her.

“Like I have a choice?”

“You always have a choice, Gwen. You can either make nice or I’ll make you make nice, for all the world to see,” he warned suggestively.

“You’d touch me and make me beg in front of your men?”

“I’ll kill them after. Then we’ll put an ad in the paper and hire new ones.”