Avery is the third born child to the late King Aethelwulf. Youngest sister to Alfred. She longed for more freedom. To be able to fight like her brothers and be free from her destiny of being forced to marry some fat old lord for the promise of men o...
Aethelred had remained by her side and somehow Avery had grown quite comfortable with his presence. She had even started to seek comfort with him. Often falling asleep in his arms. But they were also being quite reckless with it, Sara had caught them together countless times and even James had grown suspicious of the pair. But Avery kept telling herself she was doing this for her niece. To keep him away from her and so she was safe. But part of her had grown to enjoy being around him. Enjoying the power that she had over him.
"I will have to return to Mercia soon. How can I convince you to return with me?" He was laid across her bed, his hands settled against his torso as he watched her changing into one of her dresses. He was happy to just be around her.
"I have to remain here, you know that. I am the lady of Sherborne." She straightened out her skirts before turning to face him and smiling softly. "I will not be leaving here until after my child has arrived."
His eyes never left her frame, his gaze used to make her blood run cold but that changed rather quickly. Maybe it was her hormones that made her ache for a man's touch – and it just so happened that Aethelred was always around.
When she turned her back to him again and looked through her various jewels for something to match her dress for the day. But when he climbed from the bed and his lips peppered kisses against her neck, she found herself resting against him.
"You never told me who's child you carry." He whispered against her flesh, goosebumps soon appearing against her skin at the thought of having to tell the truth. But thankfully he was easy to distract.
"My late husbands. Of course." His hands moved to lightly grope her breasts and because of how sensitive they were during her pregnancy she couldn't hide the moan that left her lips. "You should learn how to behave."
"Who knows when I will see you again." He took a small step back, removing his own tunic and Avery chuckled softly at how forward he was being. "It is torture being so close to you but not being able to do what I want. What I need." His lips were dangerously close to her own, her sanity disappearing instantly as she felt herself leaning forward to kiss him. But before their lips met, he was kissing at her neck again, his hands pulling at the ties at the front of her dress to reveal the black underdress.
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"Quick. Before I change my mind." She whispered out, their lips finally meeting in a passion filled kiss. Her hands were clamouring to undo his breeches like she was a woman possessed. Her thoughts only on her own release. The last person she had laid with was Uhtred and that was nearly nine moons ago, of course James would have been more than willing, but it was Aethelred that shared her rooms for the last week.
They stumbled backwards until their legs hit against the bedframe, the movement making the kiss break and he dropped to his knees before her. His head disappearing beneath her skirts as he kissed against her legs and inner thighs which was only adding to her desire. She even momentarily forgot she hated the man beneath her skirts. Her arms reached behind her to push down her underdress, burying him in a pile of the fabric before she pushed him back a little, he sighed in defeat before he appeared from beneath the pile of fabric and he felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched her, moving her beautiful form to lay against the bed and wait for him.
