Heavy breathing and the panted sounds of passion mingled in the air.
Long, strong legs wrapped firmly around his waist opening herself to him.
Strong undulations of her body pulled her up to meet his downward thrusts.
Eager hands kneaded his well muscled backside, urging the increasingly fervent motion of his hips.
Soft moans morphed into fevered cries as her pleasure peaked. Her thighs tightened around him as her hands urged him even more. Her body arched to him as his body delved into her deepest depths. Her body quaked as the sensations overwhelmed her body and a long cry of fulfillment slipped from her parted lips.
His arm slipped under her hips, angling her to him as his body moved feverishly into hers. Her hot heat surrounded him spurring him on. Her urging hands and bucking body pushed him on. The long wail of pleasure filled his mind as his body moved into her with abandon. His body tensed for a second as he thrust himself deep inside her. His body shuddered as his release filled her.
Light hands caressed his back as her long leg slipped from around him.
A strong hand gripped her hip as his body relaxed into hers.
Breathless kisses moved over panting lips as their pinnacle of their union lingered between them.
"If that's the kind of greeting I'm going to get," Beka breathed heavily when her blue eyes opened to meet Tyr's golden brown ones. "I'll have to ask Tamerlane to request I go away on business a little more often."
Beka had been away from Arktos for the last week on business for the Empire. Tamerlane had requested Tyr remain on Arktos because he needed him for meetings on the planet. It was one of the few times Beka had left the planet on Empire business without Tyr.
When she had arrived home, late in the evening, she had barely dropped her travel case by the door before Tyr had swept her into his arms. His mouth had quickly claimed hers in a kiss. Not further words were said in the whirlwind of shed clothing on the way to their bedroom.
"I would prefer you not leave the planet without me," Tyr caressed her jaw before leaning to kiss his firmly on the lips. His body slipped from hers before he moved to lay beside her. Beka snuggled into his side and nuzzled his neck.
"I prefer it when we travel together," Beka kissed his neck. "But that greeting … wow!"
"How did your meetings go?" Tyr wrapped his arm securely around her and caressed her hip and lower back.
"Everything went well," Beka wrapped her arm around his waist and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder. "Amazing how quickly people fall into line when I am there speaking for the Emperor of the Empire. I whipped them into shape in no time. I doubt Tamerlane will have any further correspondence with any of the worlds involved in the disagreement. How were Nate's meetings with Tamerlane while I was away?"
"Nathaniel was much more prepared for his most recent round of meetings with Tamerlane. With you being away, Tamerlane was nearly certain he was finally going to be forced to send Nathaniel back to TaraZed due to his continued incompetence," Tyr informed her. "I am uncertain if Tamerlane was pleased with the improved performance or disappointed he didn't get to toss Nathaniel off the planet."
"Good," Beka couldn't help but smile to herself as she nestled her head into Tyr's shoulder. Beka had thoroughly briefed Terra on the information before Beka had left Arktos. Terra had a knack for business after running their business for years with the family. Her daughter was smart and quick on the uptake like her father. She was a hard worker and didn't mind putting in the hours to get something accomplished. At the time, Terra also seemed a little irritated with the Nietzschean Emperor for some reason so she readily agreed to help Nate to prove Tamerlane wrong. Nathaniel 'having the hots' for Terra worked in Beka's favor. She had hoped that Terra could motivate Nate in ways that Beka, herself, could not.
"You meetings on Tamerlane's behalf will vastly decrease the number of requests for meetings with Tamerlane here on Arktos," Tyr assured her.
"As long as my traveling is necessary and results in true success," Beka raised her head to look down at Tyr. "I am willing to leave Arktos, you, and my children."
"Speaking of my children," Beka paused as she looked into Tyr's eyes.
"Speaking of your children," Tyr repeated when Beka failed to continue. She lay her head back on his shoulder. Her fingertips ran lightly over his chest.
"I did a lot of thinking while I was away," Beka chewed her bottom lip as she considered what to say and how to say it.
"And?" Tyr prompted when she failed to continue.
"It is obvious that Kindred is head over heels about Alexandra," Beka began.
"Kindred proposed marriage and Alexandra said yes," Tyr replied as his fingertips teased lightly over her ribs, sending a shudder through her. "I would say your conclusions are correct."
"I know the whole fertility thing … might be an issue … at some point," Beka hesitated for a moment.
"It is an issue between Kindred and Alexandra," Tyr offered with a slight shrug. "It is not our concern."
"I was thinking," Beka raised her head and looked down at Tyr. "Depending on Alexandra's difficulty … if they could work it out … I am … still capable … for carrying and bearing children. I could … well I could be their surrogate."
"You told me once you were not having more children," Tyr reminded Beka.
"I said I had my children and raised them," Beka nodded. "I have no desire to raise more children. This would be different. It would be my grandchild … our grandchild. I would just carry it until birth then it would be up to Alexandra and Kindred to take over from there."
"I do not believe it would be a good idea," Tyr shook his head as he gazed into Beka's eyes. "I would prefer my wife to not be pregnant with another's child for nine months of our lives. Not even with my grandchild."
"It's only nine months," Beka argued lightly. "Your life would not change."
"Can you seriously not see how my life would change?" Tyr raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"I mean … you might have to deal with the hormonal stuff," Beka shrugged as she ran her fingertips down his chest. "Leydon and I had sex up until the night before my kids were born … so this … wouldn't really change … for us."
"I have no desire to see your abdomen swollen with any child which is not mine," Tyr shook his head as he reached up to cup her jaw. He raised his head and kissed her firmly on the lips. "If you would like to have a child … you have but to ask."
"I thought … you couldn't have more children," Beka's brow furrowed slightly before her eyes widened slightly. "Couldn't and wouldn't are two entirely different things. You never wanted to father more sterile Nietzschean children. You're damn lucky I have a contraceptive implant still. If I had 'accidently' gotten knocked up…"
"If you had 'accidently' gotten 'knocked up', we would have a child of our own," Tyr replied matter of factly. "It would not have been the end of the universe."
Beka started to say something but stopped as her eyes searched his for a long moment.
"Don't get any ideas Tyr," Beka shook her head slowly before leaning to kiss him. "I said I was done raising babies. I am done raising babies. I'll carry one for my son if needed."
"Kindred and Alexandra will handle their issues in their own way," Tyr urged her to him before brushing his lips against hers. "Leave it alone Beka."
"Leaving it," Beka replied as her lips toyed with his.
"For now," Beka added before capturing his lips in a kiss.